Kiara's POV:

Even if Dean and I tried to relax yesterday, I still feel far too drowsy to get up now. The jetlag still has me under control. And a summer in London can't be compared to the summer on the Bahamas. The temperature drop is getting to me. Last night I even slept in Dean's t-shirt as it was too cold for me. While a headache is already killing me, which I try to kill with two aspirin I already set aside last night, as it was the same last night.

Even Dean has stayed in bed until now. "Back to reality", Dean groans while he flips the bed sheets down from us.

At least we have a decent make out session in the shower, soothing both our senses. Dean told me yesterday, he always loved working and never minded going back to work, but this time he's dreading it. And for the first time in my life I feel the same about it.

Work used to be my escape and something I was proud of, that I achieved. But this holiday with Dean felt like I never wanted it to end. Those endless summer nights and all the amazing things we did. The colours of the ocean and simply the whole fauna was beautiful and amazing. Dean did anything to make the holiday perfect, my heart felt like bursting half a dozen of times.

Now we'll be stuck behind our desks again with an annoying person working with us. A person who is trying to be my personal hell at the moment. I daren't even think of her name earlier than necessary.

Once finished in the bathroom I can't decide what to wear. My skin has tanned like never before in my life, making the colours look different on me. And I sure don't want to wear anything making me look pale. I finally decide for a dress I've never worn before. It's a tight-fitting stencil dress, a bit in a 50's style in a very light turquoise. The colour reminds me of our holiday, the way the water looked and at the same time it shows off my tan nicely.

"I'll add a new favourite colour for you on my list", Dean says while his eyes roam down my body.

During our holiday I started eating breakfast in a similar way Dean likes his. Some yoghurt, with fruit and nuts. Only that I add a small amount of cereals to my portion. Still on my holiday high I'm dancing through the kitchen while summer songs are blaring from the radio. After watching me for a short while, Dean joins in.

"I love the way you dance", he states and we share a couple of moments full of enjoyment, simply dancing through the open kitchen/ living area. I've always loved dancing, but dancing with Dean makes me feel so alive and it's like communicating our feelings in a different kind of way. He gives me a huge smile, before pulling me into a passionate kiss.

"Miss Summers, you were born with the right name. You're like a hot fiery summer night", his voice a little thick while whispering into my ear and placing a kiss just below on my neck.

Seeing as we're already running a little late, we quickly head back to our breakfast, while eating and drinking Dean and I keep up flirting. With Brad I never flirted, with Dean it just comes off naturally and I don't want to miss a moment of it.

"Have you looked at any magazines yet?" I ask curious, as Gale had sent a short message about the magazines going crazy about our Insta photos and apparently there have even been a few paparazzi photos.

Seriously paparazzi although we were so far away from home? Most of the time we spent to ourselves anyway. Gale didn't mention anything about what had been written or what photos there were taken, only that they're going all crazy about us.

"Nope, haven't been interested. But I might just have a short look in while we're at work. And you?"

"Nope, I still think it's crazy. I mean until a couple of months ago, no one knew me and now just because I'm together with you I'm in all kinds of magazines. Honestly I don't need this attention."

"And that's one more reason to love you", Dean voices out smiling, intertwining his fingers with mine, while we leave the apartment.

In front of the house there's already a huge mob of paparazzi waiting for us. This is insane. Luckily, we don't need to talk to them, Dean simply slowly pushes through the crowd with his Porsche.

Entering the office building, Dean's arm snakes around me and I can feel the same tension on him, like the one creeping up on me. Gina welcomes us with a huge smile and hands Dean a small parcel.

"Welcome back you two. You do know you've got the world going crazy there outside?", a high-pitched giggle escapes her mouth. Over her shoulder I see a pack of magazines and that's clearly me in a red bikini again covering the front page.

I aim at it while turning to Dean. "Did you take that photo? I can't remember you putting any bikini photos online." It shows me on deck of the boat.

A little irritated Dean follows my hand, as soon as his eyes hit the magazine I see the annoyance in his eyes. "Fucking paparazzi. No that wasn't me Honey, I promise. I would never share any of your bikini photos."

"Well due to the second time of photos in a red bikini with Kiara, red has become the colour to wear this summer as bikini. Some stores have totally sold out red bikinis", she chuckles and winks at me.

Dean takes the magazine in the hand. "Even if I hate to see you on magazines like this, I must admit I can't blame the people for wanting to see this."

I'm still stuck on what Gina just said. Surely, it's coincidence, that red bikinis have become the trend this summer. It can't possibly have anything to do with me. Dean takes the magazines and his parcel, gives me a swift kiss before entering his office.

"Those were my magazines", Gina looks a little disappointed in the direction Dean has just disappeared.

"Dean doesn't know how to ask for things, he automatically presumes he owns everything, even if it's not labeled with his name", I answer with a chuckle. My thoughts go back to his parking lot and I have to stifle a laugh. Yep, definitely a Dean move.

Gina can't help but laugh about my statement. She offers me a macchiato and warns me ahead, that I have a ton of mails waiting for me. My schedule for today, work through the mails and hopefully make it down once to my team to have a check on them and see if there's anything we need to clarify.

Just as I'm about to enter my office, I see Nadine walking up, for a moment I feel like jumping her neck again. But when I see her angry glare, I somehow feel oddly satisfied even if I have no idea why she's angry. Instead I send her a bright smile, while thinking fuck you to myself. My smile only causing her face to scrunch up even more.

As soon as I close the office door behind me, I let out the laugh I was holding back. Gina enters my office only seconds later with my macchiato.

"What has got you laughing like this?" she asks amused.

"Did you see the look on Nadine's face?", oh my god, I can't. It was too hilarious.

"She's been like this, ever since the first photos from you have appeared. And well, you should read your mails I think you ruined more for her than just her attempt of getting Dean back. She hates not to be center of attraction, everyone here knows that and at the moment you have everything she wants. Read your mails", Gina tells me before leaving the office with a smirk.

Curious I start digging into my mails, something I had planned on anyway. There are a load which Gina had sent on to me, as my mail isn't openly put up anywhere. Slowly but surely, I start working through them

OH MY FUCKING LORD!!!

Due to Dean's Insta post with me in that white dress, the first evening and the one from dancing plus the bikini ones on the magazines, I have dozens of requests to model.

Honestly do they realize how tiny I am? I'm no where near a model size. Besides I'm not interested, but I have to admit it does feel very flattering. So this is what has pissed Nadine off even more, I'm getting all the publicity she wants to have even if I'm not interested in it at all. And with some brands, I know she's mentioned in interviews before she was hoping to work with them. And now they're requesting me instead of her, it's hilarious.

Just thinking about how Nadine put me down, bragging with her model size and kind of career, these mails have made my day. Modeling is definitely not something I intend to do, but just thinking about Nadine's and even Nora's mean words these mails give me a little more confidence.

Once I've worked through most of my mails I want to grab a coffee and quickly steal some kisses from my boyfriend. But as soon as I open my office door I hear his loud angry voice.

"No way, fuck you." I can't hear the other person's voice. And as the window shades are down, I have no idea if someone is actually in the office or if he's on the phone. If there weren't so many people staring at his door right now, I might be tempted on eavesdropping, but like this I would look like a crazy idiot.

"No you fucked it up", I hear moments later, followed by: "This is a huge mistake."

Ok, who ever is on the recieving end has definitely pissed Dean off badly, although with the last words his voice sounded a bit off and husky? Instead of looking like a freak listening to my boyfriend/ boss argue, I quickly head for the coffee and back into my office.

By lunch time I've worked off the rest of my mails and started working on this weeks schedule. With a smile on my face, I pack the lunch pack Dean and I have made for our lunch today. Decent tuna sandwiches. Took me a little convincing for Dean to eat sandwiches for lunch, but in the end, he smiled at me seeing me so happy when he gave in after I suggested to take low carb bread.

Seriously this man has a body of a god, why is he so adamant about eating carbs? Ok, I get he wants to keep it that way, but a few carbs won't harm him.

For a moment I halt at the door, hoping that argument is over. As I don't hear a thing I knock first. Dean bellows rough: "Come in."

As soon as he sees my face, his eyes light up a bit. "Sorry Kar, I had no idea it was you. Lunch?"

"Lunch", I give back with a smile.

Dean walks up towards me, draws me into his embrace and kisses me fierce and in a rough way. The way he usually kisses me after an argument. His hands quickly start roaming down my body. One hand reaches behind me and locks the door. "I need you Kar, I need you like right now", his lips start going down to my sweet spot on the neck while he moves us in the direction of his desk.

If I'm his vent to a hard day, I'll gladly oblige. He hunches my dress up, his fingers drap around the sides of my thong and pull it down in one swift move. Within moments I'm lifted on to his desk and he places my ass on the edge of it, while moving between my legs. His hungry mouth taking mine over while his fingers start rubbing up and down my slit, before he thrusts them into my dampness, causing me to moan.

"Fuck you're always so ready for me", he groans while thrusting faster.

"Fuck me Dean. Fuck me on your desk, fast and hard", I grit out between my moans. I know this is what he needs right now and I want it.

Quickly he unbuckles his pants and drops them together with his boxers, having them bunch around his feet. With one swift hard move he thrusts into me, while gripping my thighs hard. It takes everything in me not to cry out loud and let the whole office know what we're doing in here.

Dean is working at an angry, fast and hard pace, while his kisses are ever so greedy. My hands clutch hard on to his shoulder. "Oh fuck", Dean groans and I feel his moves are getting more and more eager, his muscles tensing just as mine.

"Fuck come Kar", he demands, talking against my lips, his arms gripping me tight. The last strings snap as the next thrust is the hardest he's ever given me. We both drown into our orgasm, Dean biting into my bare shoulder and me biting down on my lip, while my eyes roll back and my whole head drops back as far as it can.

Once we've stopped the heavy panting, Dean gives me a sweet soft kiss before we put our clothes back into order.

"So lunch?", he smirkes now and I see his mood has definitely lifted. "Come here", Dean sits down on his leather chair behind his desk and pulls me on to his lap, his arms softly wrapping around me. "Wish we could have stayed where we were."

"Such a bad day, huh?" He simply nods. "Wanna talk about it?"

A loud sigh escapes his mouth. "No." His poker face is back on display, making it impossible to read what he's thinking right now. So I simply hand him his sandwich instead.

While looking at his desk I see the new photo frame with a photo from me blowing him a dry kiss taken on our first evening during the holiday. I point at it. "You've got a new one done?"

"Yes that was my parcel this morning. I like this pic. And I needed a new one on my desk", he smiles before biting a huge chunk out of his sandwich.

Dean keeps one arm drapped around me, while we're eating. The way he eyes me during eating, I know he's happy I'm eating something for lunch. In fact I think part of this lunch date thing is not just to see me, but to make sure I eat. Before heading out of his office at the end of our break, he pulls me back and gives me one more passionate kiss.

"I'm sorry I was so rough earlier", he adds with remorse while his lips brush gently over mine.

My hands cup his face. "It's fine Dean, it was hot and I enjoyed it." With that I turn on my heels and head out.

Much to my disapproval I see Nadine entering his office as soon as I left. At least the afternoon with my team takes my mind off of things. With the structures we had set up and the talk I realize we're growing together well as a team. Zach makes sure to get us all some donuts in the afternoon, Maria and I both chuckle as we get ones with tiny hearts sprinkled on them.

His cheeks flush a little while handing me mine. Which doesn't go unnoticed with Charly.

"Mate you're nearly just as red as the bikini. He's been swooning about those pictures of Kiara all the time", those last words obviously adressed to the whole group.

"Nice one Charly", Nelson rolls his eyes.

Alright this is definitely embarrassing, one reason I hate that there are photos like that from me out there. I can deal with it privately, but in my job I'm not really fond people could reduce me to that. As if Maria could read my mind, she starts breaking the awkward silence.

"Don't worry, everyone adores those photos, even us females. And in my eyes, I find it great to know someone can have brains and be sexy at the same time. You know mostly people are simply judged by their looks on those magazines, but everyone here knows you're so much more. We know the amazing job you do."

Her words put my mind a little at ease and the tension leaves the air too. After a long afternoon with efficient work, I head back to the office. For a moment I'm wondering whether to start working on some layouts and marketing ideas, but honestly the jetlag still has me craving the couch or bed.

So I decide to knock on Dean's door. Nadine is still seated there, sending me a smug grin, while Dean barely looks up.

"Kiara?", his eyes just dart up for a second before going back to his monitor.

"I was thinking it's already nearly seven, we could call it a night?"

"I'm sorry but I have so much work left. How about you drive back home? I'll simply call David to pick me up later", he throws me the keys and turns back to his monitor. Okay, that's all?

"What would you like to eat?"

"Don't bother about me, I'll grab something here. Just make sure to get yourself something", Dean definitely sounds pissed and stressed out.

"Fine, see you later."

"Yep, see you", is all he replies without looking back up once more.

Nadine gives me one of her fake smiles and waves me off as if she is trying to shoo me out. I simply give her the middle finger with a smirk on my side. The look on her face is hilarious, she didn't think I was going to be so offensive openly in front of Dean. Bitch sure as hell I'm not going to play your fake ass show along.

It's gone 10pm when Dean walks through the door, his mood obviously down to zero.

"Hey, how was the rest of your day?", I attempt to make it a normal after work conversation.

"Can we just not talk about it?", his voice slightly aggressive, jeez it must have been a really bad day. "Did you eat?", his voice telling me he's about to explode if I said no.

"Yep, had some Mac'n'Cheese", I thought as he wasn't going to eat with me, I could eat something I love and would never have while we eat together.

"Great sounds healthy", his eyes roll while he fills his whiskey glas.

"Look who's talking" and I motion to his whiskey glas.

"Don't fuck me up, because of one whiskey", he's glaring at me right now. "Besides who was constantly drinking cocktails during our holiday, he? So don't be a damn hypocrite now", his tone is ice cold and I have no idea what has gotten into him.

"Cocktails you kept on reordering, because you thought I should enjoy it", I yell back as I feel put into place for something I had nothing to do with.

"Yea well let me enjoy my fucking whiskey then now", I never really had anything in the first place against the whiskey. All I did, was to defend my unhealthy food. Perhaps I should have mentioned I had a salad with it. But then again that's not the point, the point is he's letting his work frustration out on me.

In a huff I leave him there and head to the bedroom and simply lay myself exhausted into my bed. With his mood, I don't even know if he wants me in his room. Like this it's up to him to decide if he wants to come or not.

I even wrote that on a small note and put it on his bed.

Didn't know if you need your space, so I'm in my bed. But come across if you want. I love you

I'm unable to sleep, not knowing or understanding what's going on. About an hour and a half later, the door creaks open and seconds later the bed dips down. Dean's arms wrap around me from behind. "I'm sorry Kar, I love you", he whispers against my neck, before peppering kisses there and on my shoulder.

Even if I'm angry, my body betrays me and gives into his kisses. I let him take control of me.

*********

When I'm about to finish off work on Friday, I don't even ask Dean anymore if he's coming with me. We've been going in seperate cars since Wednesday and every evening it was the same thing this week. Dean would work way into the late evening, his moods have been terrible and we've been picking fights on each other about silly things, nearly every single evening. Well actually he's been blowing up at me and I simply respond in my stubborn way.

Until yesterday evening I went to ask him every evening if he'll be finishing with me. But today I just can't put it past myself to look into that smug face of Nadine anymore, whenever I enter the office. She's enjoying this situation too much and I'm simply not in for it today.

The only positive thing I've come accross this week, is to realize that Trish hates Nadine even more than me. Until now I thought they were kinda best friends, which they obviously aren't. Or shall I say, they aren't anymore.

If I can believe the gossip and what Gina has given away, Trish had her fingers in this whole break up between Dean and Nadine. She played them both, by telling Nadine all kinds of shit about Dean apparently having it off with others. That paired with Dean's lack of time caused Nadine to cheat on him with someone from this office. Apparently, she had it