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|| KIERA STEVENS'S POV ||

He left like a storm in the air.. leaving me hanging between the haze of pleasure. As days passed, I began to question my hatred for him because right now, I was craving for his touch. Even today, I liked his kiss, his dominant kiss and the way, he was trying to consume me with a single kiss. I liked the way he took care of my son.

If he really hated me, why did he cared for my son who was no one to him?

Complicated feelings washed over me and I plopped down on the bed, exhaling. No, I couldn't be certainly...