Kiara's POV:

I've had two damn days to get myself mentally prepared for the trip tomorrow, but it seems impossible to prepare myself for it. To top it off any time I left my office for whatever reason, if it was for a coffee, to get the paper refilled, to come or leave, pick up things from Gina or whatever. Dean would be in the hallway.

It was nearly as if he knew the exact moment to appear, which was creepy and at the same time I felt this incredible pain any time I saw him. And if I wouldn't know better I'd say he looked pained too. Probably pained having to spend the weekend with me. That's why he's also acting so crazy around everyone.

Apparently, his mood has been really bad again and the whole office is suffering. He's been yelling at anyone who wasn't doing their work, or what he thought wasn't decent work. Gina has started stuttering again when ever he was close. Is she attracted to him him? Most definitely, but I think her stuttering actually comes due to his intimidating aura.

On Wednesday she chuckled and whispered to me, that's how'd she imagine Christian Grey's aura to be. Well he might not be as extreme as Christian Grey, but there sure are some things alike. He needs total control, he's intimidating, extremly successful, filthy rich, extremly good looking, well and he likes bondage and spanking. The amount of times he tied me up or even used toys on me. But not as extreme as Christian Grey.

Damn I'm not even allowed to think about these things, they're just going to send me into this painful spiral again.

I think it's even the first time I've seen Trish work, I mean really work. He must have scared the shit out of her to manage that. It might sound mean, but it amused me to see her like that.

All of those office doors which usually stand open, to catch more of the gossip going on, have been closed to avoid his wrath. I'm luckily the only one, who has been spared from his moods. He probably knew better than to mess with me, especially if he needs me to go to this meeting with him.

Once I've packed my suitcase, I groan and let myself fall on to the couch next to Tyler.

"What the fuck am I doing Ty? On a business trip I can't avoid him and it was a god damn business trip that started all this shit."

"You're lying, you know both of you were in for each other before that. That business trip just made those last strings snap. Was that actually before or after the bikini? I never got the deeds from him. I mean Jesus who could have held back after it."

"Thanks so you're just telling me, wearing that bikini in front of him made me to the piece of meat he obviously saw in me. I should have never worn that god damn thing."

"True nude would have been even better. Jesus imagine my phone ringing with you like that", a dirty grin appears on his face, while he folds his hands behind his head as if he was just trying to imagine it.

"Cut it off you perv", and a cushion lands flush into his face.

"Ey that damn nose still hurts", he complains taking his hands to his nose.

"Shit I'm so sorry", oh my god I had forgotten his broken nose and guilt flushes through my body. I lean in, to check his nose thoroughly.

Suddenly I get pushed back slightly. "Sweetheart it's nice to know you didn't want to hurt me. But if you don't stop straddeling me and take your fucking hot tits out of my face, the pain I'll be having will be a lot worse. You're my friend alright, but you're stil a fucking hot woman too."

Oh my god, I was so panicked about his nose I automatically moved over to look at it, not thinking of the position or the low-cut tank top I was wearing. At least I wasn't sitting on his lap, I was only kneeling over him.

With Sean I never had to think about these things and Tyler has become Sean number two to me. Tyler laughs about the way I jump back, nearly knocking the table over behind me. I hide my face with embarrassment in my hands and turn away.

Having the hands in front of the face while moving, turns out to be a bad idea too. Blindsided I trip over something causing me to fall and a pain immediately strikes my forehead. I crashed into the heating on the wall next to my couch. Damn that thing is hard.

Within seconds Tyler is with me, lifting me on to the couch. "I would have better said nothing, let me see", Tyler demands worried.

Even now I'm still flushed. Tyler takes in a sharp breath, "Fuck, we need to go to the ER Kiara. That needs stitching and probably be x-rayed." I already see the blood dripping to my chest and it's blurring my vision, running into my eyes.

Tyler rushes to the bathroom for a cloth to press against it. And then hurries to take me down the stairs.

"Great there's me nearly breaking your nose again and crushing my own head within seconds", I chuckle which causes a pain to shoot through my head.

"You're crazy joking about this right now, you know? You just gave me the shock of my life."

"Chill, maybe this is karma telling me I'm not to go on this trip?"

"Maybe your karma was just telling you not to walk around blind in your tight flat. You're going on that trip, no way out of this Sweetheart."

"But maybe I've cracked my skull. I'll have to stay in hospital then."

"You better not have cracked your skull over an possible boner alert on my side. I'll promise you a decent spanking, if you have."

"Oh my god, stop talking Ty, you're just making it worse", I groan even more embarrassed. I know Tyler speaks what ever comes to his mind and it's very often perverted, but serious I don't want to even think of a possible boner on his side.

"Delete those pics you have from me. I think they aren't helping."

"Oh they sure are", he chuckles.

"Shut it Ty", he just laughs.

"I'm not deleting them until he sees it. And I don't even care if he breaks my nose again for it. I'll rather have it broken during a fight, than due to a cushion slammed into my face."

"Why?"

"Imagine telling anyone getting your nose broken by a cushion. That's dead embarressing", he rolls his eyes and chuckles again.

"Not that, why do you want him to fight you or even see that you have the pic?"

"I told you before, he needs his mind set straight. And perhaps a reminder at each corner how many men crave what he could have had will help."

"I doubt it", I huff frustrated.

About an hour later I walk back to Tyler who's been waiting for me. A thick plaster on my head covering five stitches, yes it was quite a huge gap. Luckily nothing broken, or unluckily as I'm not getting out of this trip this way.

Tyler asks me what the doc said and I tell him everything, no big deal. Just crashed a little stupid into the sharp edge of that heating. Cooling, resting, pain killers and the stitches.

"Great I'll look like an idiot going to the meeting like this. And in Russia there are all those pretty girls and high-class clubs and I'll be looking like an idiot. I'll be Frankenstein's monster or something like it."

"You always look beautiful, why do you think I gave you that name? You need to go clubbing while you're there and dress hot as fuck."

"I definitely had intended on dancing and getting wasted, but I'm not there to impress guys. Besides with my brains during the meeting perhaps."

"No you need to show Dean you can be happy without him and show him what he's missing out on", Tyler protests.

He's still not listening to me, no matter what I feel for Dean I don't want someone back who's been cheating on me. In that case I could have gone back to Brad, well only that I didn't love Brad the way I love Dean. But that doesn't make a difference.

"Well at least I had a decent distraction tonight. Thanks for wasting your time with me Ty", I say when he pulls me in for a hug at my doorstep.

"Besides the lack of a PS4 or 5 you're never a waste of time. I only wish you hadn't nearly chopped your head off. And enjoy your trip, I'll be like your best girlfriend on Monday and need all the deeds. Or after your race on Sunday."

I roll my eyes, knowing he is hoping for some dirty details. "Sure, promise."

*****

The night was a nightmare, not just was I in physical pain due to this ridiculous accident, but the nightmares came creeping up on me too. Well to say I'm in a bad mood as my alarm sets off at 6am is an understatement. Without a shower and at least two coffees I'd probably murder anyone who dares to speak to me.

I'm never in a good mood in the morning anyway. Ok there might have been a short time where waking up was fun, but nope I'm not thinking about it. And today my mood is that bad, if I were to meet myself I'd shit myself. Better learn how to fake smile for that meeting, it probably will go down the drain if the people think I'm about to kill them.

Then again, the Russian's are well known to be hard business partners, they might be impressed by some death glares from me. Perhaps it's the way to push through this. I just don't know what they will think if I send my boss these death glares. He's more likely to get the worst ones.

So note to myself, more coffee, more painkillers and hope for some decent booze. They're Russian's don't they have the best vodka? I might just stick to that during this trip and hope to get through it this way. Damn I'm already feeling nauseous.

I dress into one of my tight-fitting red dresses. Honestly for a couple of days I had piled them up and thought about burning them, as it's the colour Dean loves, just as the light blue ones. But then a majority of my dresses would have been gone. Besides I love the colour myself and he sure isn't going to ruin it for me. Once my make up inclusive red lipstick is done I look into the mirror.

I'm wearing a bright red stretch dress, with embroidered seems making it look asymetric, mid length down my thighs and a V-neck cleavage. Still halfway decent and yet showing my assetts. In the internet I read, in Russia they like the self-confident feminine style. Paired with a thin silver necklace with only one long strand falling into my cleavage and hoop earings. The black stockings with a black stripe at the back, make it a little more indecent than it should be.

Well suck it, if I have to spend my weekend with my ex who has the model body girlfriend, I want to at least feel a little attractive. I grab my black sued heels, the highest heels I have I should mention. I think they have 6 inches, I'm definitely going to kill myself. So worth it.

The funny thing is, before work I never used to wear heels or dresses, it was always wrecked clothes and Chucks. And now I mainly wear dresses and heels. The heels I wore in the past where only for show before the races.

As soon as I leave the house, David is in front of me to take the suitcase off me.

"Good morning, Kiara", he chirps friendly.

His friendliness is contagious and I beam a "Good morning, David", back. But my face falters as soon as the car door opens, to reveal Dean inside it.

Great, I knew I hated this morning more than others. He seems nervous, but smiles at me. Seriously? You can shove that smile up your ass.

"So we don't have two cars today?", I inquire with David loud enough for Dean to hear. It's obvious it's not two cars today, but I just wanted to express in my kind of way, how much I'm disliking this already.

"No sorry Kiara, it's the two of us in this car today", Dean replies instead of David, who obviously wished to be somewhere else right now.

"Great", I mutter. "Should have taken an uber."

Dean's eyes roam up and down my body and this hungry look I'm all to familiar with appears in his eyes. "You look stunning Kar", he says quietly as I'm close.

"Cut it off", I hiss and ignore the door he is holding open for me and walk to the other side.

I hear him curse something underneath his breath, but can't make out what it is. Whatever, maybe it should be my mission to make him curse this weekend, that might make things just a tad bit more bearable for me. Little rebell Kiara in da house again.

Once buckled up Dean makes a bold move to turn my head in his direction. I had intended on staring out of the window the entire time and I try to pull back to do exactly that, but he holds on.

"What happend?", he asks and it nearly sounds worried. His hand reaches to the plaster causing me to flinch in pain at his touch.

"Stop touching my stitches", I bark at him.

"Stitches?"

Rolling my eyes I answer. "Yes five stitches. Are we done?" I try to pull away once more, this time too hard, which only results in me banging my head against the window, causing the next shooting pain. Great, this is going to be an awfully long trip. Immediately I palm my head slightly, while trying not to touch the sensitive area.

Next to me I hear the seatbelt unbuckle and within seconds I have Dean's hands on my face again. "Kar are you ok?", his concerned voice now right in front of me throwing me off guard. I'm not going to open my eyes now, because I know I'll be faced with him.

"God damn it talk to me. Just let me know you're ok."

"Don't worry I'm fit enough for this business trip", my voice ice cold. I just want him to back off, the pain inside of me with him so close is worse than the pain in my head.

"That's not what I asked", does he ever give up?

"I'm fine, now move back into your space."

"Tell me what happend first", he demands and knowing he's just as stubborn as I am, he's not going to give in.

"Simple, I tripped last night, smashed my head against the heating and Tyler took me to the ER to have it stitched. So no big deal."

"Five stitches are a big deal and why the fuck was Tyler there? He's constantly around you, are you two dating now or something?", he asks angry and accusingly.

Hahaha if he knew the full story of yesterday evening he'd flip off the hand, the way he's reacting right now, although he has absolutely no right to. He's the one with a new girlfriend and has moved on. I'm far from that.

"I think Tyler told you before there's nothing between the two of us. We're simply friends and as Sean is dating, Tyler is there to listen to my bullshit."

"He wants you, I know it. He was always on about your looks and those photos."

"Well even if it were like that, which it isn't, it would be none of your fucking business anymore. Better keep your eyes on your Nadine, who knows how long it will take her to fuck the next guy. But you know what? I don't give a shit", great my composure hasn't even lasted until the airport.

"Kar please, I don't want this to be like this between us."

"Well too bad, I don't care what you want anymore. It was you who brought this on us with your lies, cheating and your new old girlfriend. You're my boss and that's it. And even if I went and fucked Logan, it wouldn't be any of your business."

"Don't you dare go to him", Dean growls furiously.

"Well fuck you Dean, I do what I want, when I want."

Dean grows silent and draws back completely from me, his gaze shifts out of the window and I do the same. I know he's just trying not to lose it completely right now. I would never go to Logan after I know what he did and he probably set off for the same with me. But with what right is Dean making so much fuss? He cheated, he has a girlfriend and I'm supposed to stay single just because it might scratch his ego? Well too bad, fuck that Dean!

Arriving at the airport Dean reaches me a hand but I brush past him, causing him to sigh. Well suck it, I don't need his polite attempts, all I need is to get through this. My nauseousness has even increased, I hope the breakfast on board will help.

Once we're in the air and had our breakfast, Dean offers me to take the cabin. I simply shake it off, I wouldn't be able to bear being in there. All the memories of us in there would crash in on me, I'd break if I were to go in there.

"You take it. You look like you could do with some sleep", he's got huge bags under his eyes, something I tried ignoring the last couple of days.

"I can't", he croaks out and I'm not quite sure if he's refering to the cabin or to actually sleeping. What does catch me though is the sound of his voice, the way he croaked it out. If my heart wasn't already shattered in a million pieces it would be breaking to the sound of this. I still love him and it hurts to see he's in pain.

What ever happend this week, it's taken it's toll on him.

"Are you ok?", I know I'll regret asking. I shouldn't even care but I can't help it.

"No", is all he answers with a hoarse voice, while looking down and I hear his ragged breath.

A/N: Well I don't know much to say about this chapter lol. It's a bit of a filler but also showing emotions and fears. Oh and yea sorry a tiny cliffhanger again, they are building up slowly lmao.

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