|| Kiera Stevens's POV ||

I barged for the outdoors, stumbling all the way to my parking car. His guards kept shouting behind my back,

" Miss..Miss..you should at least inform, Luca!"

I jumped in the car, and the sore feeling between my thighs returned, reminding me of our passionate encounter. Looking at those running guards, I showed them my middle finger. They could just fuck themselves. My son needed me there. Even if I had to break a thousand rules, I would be there for him.

Stepping on the engine, I drove back for home, breaking his order again.

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The hall downstairs was full of mascara. Broken things...