Chapter 25

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Miguel Lobos P.O.V

Laying in bed in the morning with Kimberly sleeping on my chest was quite intriguing. There was just something warming with waking up next to her. I've told her before that I didn't want to sleep next to her and I was angry, and that was the most stupid thing I could have ever said. Well, I had kissed her also and called her Linda by mistake and there was not a chance we will ever share a bed again. Truth is, I find peace when she sleeping next to me. Her perfume, her scent just calms me down. Everytime I get closer to her my whole body catches multiple degrees of heat. The only girl I've ever shared a bed with was Linda, and even if we had never had sex, I was content. But what gets me is that, with Linda I never felt this crazy and fuzzy like some high school horny teenager. Kim would just look at me, and I would be putty in her hands. I would feeling like grabbing her and claiming her as mine. That's why I'm always harsh on her because I am not over Linda and also if I get more involved with her, she'll more in danger. An easier target to get to me. But stupidly I end up giving in to her, and just letting myself be, allowing the little feelings take control over me.

Last night shouldn't have happened, I had a little too much to drink and I went to look for this big eyed beauty in her bedroom but she wasn't there. Nicholas told me I had to apologize to her for being hurtful and well I was going to and I found her in my office instead, and she was just beautiful and very tempting. Yes she was in her stupid pink bunny pyjamas but that was somehow sexy and appealing.

I was about to fuck her right there and then, and she started having panic attacks. We shouldn't have went that far, well we weren't going to go that far without her consent but I realized she had scars, deep, penetrating emotional scars. I was scared when she became someone I didn't recognize. The way she stopped me was weird, it was as if I was I was forcing myself on her and refused to stop. She cried, and scurried away from me and I was shocked.

It didn't have to take a bloody magician to tell, what Kimberly had gone through. I cradled her in my arms, rocking her back and forth till she calmed down. Her eyes were dull, all lights were off and my heart clenched hard in my chest. Whatever feeling that was, I hate it.

I bought her to my room and that's how we ended up here, with me not being able to sleep a wink after she experienced nightmares in her sleep. I watched over her, pulled her to sleep in my arms and ever since then, she slept soundly clutching on my shirt.

I wanted to know who did that to her. I wanted to know who is the bastard that dared put their slimy hands on my Kimberly. And when she tells me, as I'm hoping she would, they better be dead or I am going to kill him. I am going to make him suffer as hell.

Kimberly always seemed happy but she has buried a lot inside of her. God knows how much heartaches she had endured.

I kissed her forehead and made her hug a pillow as I got out of the bed. She made some disagreeing sleepy sounds and I chuckled at that. That was adorable. She looked free. Well that's what happens when you sleep. I can't sleep better most of my nights, but with weed or alcohol I sleep well, I am free for just a couple of hours.

I put on my jeans over my boxer shorts, put on a t-shirt and brushed my teeth, washed my face and left my room. It was early on a Saturday morning and Caroline was up and about with other maids cleaning the house while she made breakfast for me and the guards.

"Morning sir." The other maids greeted me individually as they passed me, going on about their routines. They always wanted to get my attention, they wanted me to fuck them, and Caroline warned me not to. She told me "Miguelito, if you know what is good for you, you will go find some outside to do the hanky panky with, not the maids. They'll be your downfall." And she was right. Caroline wasn't just my head maid, she was family. She was like an aunt to me, a mother I never had even, and I appreciated that.

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