The slamming of the bathroom door got Yara out of her reverie. She had been replaying that provoking event that occurred between she and Grayson, before she got to her mother's place.With a towel firmly wrapped around her body, Yara beheld her mother who had an expressionless look on her face. She could see the striking resemblance. They both had blue eyes, just that hers was bluer and more almost cat like. Their nose and shape of mouth was also similar as well. And that could be applied to most parts of their body.Yara sighted a few grey hairs on her older replica's long, beautiful hair and felt a pang of guilt in her heart. She suddenly felt terrible for staying away from her mother all those months. She had been so foolish to do so.Holding back her emotions, she forced a smile at her mother but Patricia didn't return the smile. She simply walked into the closet and changed into a black tank top and grey joggers before packing her hair in a ponytail.Yara would never understand w
"I don't think I can let a man who kept my daughter from me all this while to have her." Patricia stated, finally bringing up the marriage topic.Yara was grateful as well as nervous that her mom finally brought it up. Her heart had been heavy since she came back and not for once did her mother mention it to her. Somehow, Yara believed that the heavy weight on her heart would get lighter, should she talk this out with her mom."It's not his fault, mom. Believe me, he has been nothing but a source of inspiration and encouragement to me. He promised to take me to you once I'm done with my projects." Yara stated.She immediately felt ashamed at her words. She realized that nothing she said was justifiable. And they all pointed to the same thing her mom was saying.Patricia said nothing. She kept crocheting until she paused and looked at Yara with those blue eyes of hers that said quite a lot. Yara got frustrated at her mother's silence. Worse still, that familiar look on her mother's fa
Yara woke up early the next morning. She was glad she did because all night, she wanted to draw her mother close and hug her. But she couldn't. She didn't even want to act as though she had heard the quiet sobs.She gently got down from the bed not to wake Patricia up as she went into the kitchen. There as she made bacon and fried eggs, Yara could hear the melodious voice of the choristers from the church nearby. It made her hum along unconsciously, as she got reminded that today was Sunday.It was a regular day in Grayson's house. No one went to church. They'd all stay back in their rooms or hang out together, indoor while resting and having their lone time.But this was her home. She was reminded of her roots.Yara took the tray of bacon and fried eggs and walked into her mom's room. She was still sleeping, yet Yara couldn't help but admire how pretty her mother looked, without even trying. She owed her good looks to her mom. She wasn't sure of her great her father was as regards v
Chapter 108"Where are you going to?" Yara screamed after her mother."Just to take a walk. I'll be back soon." Patricia replied as she stopped at the door post without turning back.When Yara didn't say another word to her, she walked on and out of the house in the same tank top and joggers she used to go to bed last night.Yara sighed. She didn't understand her mother again. The woman she knew that birthed her wasn't that complicated. Wasn't that hot blooded. And would never dress so carelessly while leaving the house."Did you even brush?" Yara stood up from the bed, carrying the tray of plates ones filled with bacon and fried eggs on it; as she exited the room and went into the kitchen.Yara heard no response. She assumed that her mom have left already. So when she dropped the tray on the kitchen countertop, she heaved a sigh and leaned against it.First, she tilted her head to crack the tension between her neck. Then she began cracking her knuckles as she thought of those words h
Furrowing her brows in suspicion, Patricia followed her daughter into the bathroom. There Yara was emptying her bowels on the sink. Her mom let out a sigh to let her know that she was there with her and she couldn't help but close her eyes for a brief moment to get herself together."Coming from someone that said she's not sick, this is suspicious. Are you okay?" Patricia asked."I said I am! Are you praying for me to be unhealthy? And please stop your annoying assumptions." Yara stated, turning on the sink tap and letting it run freely. "Don't waste too much water."Patricia continued. "I didn't assume yet. But I'll say what I think now. You're pregnant."Yara turned off the tap quickly and looked up, shooting her mother a shocked look. Her face and hands suddenly grew pale and she could feel her heart beat suddenly beating faster than before."What do you mean? I accept that I'm sick. Lied not to bother you. But pregnant? How could you think that your daughter is pregnant?""I don
"I'm not coming back tomorrow. Not even the next. But I might be back on Friday." Yara said over the phone.She was sitting in the reception office of the hospital her mother was rushed to, just few minutes ago. She had to call Grayson to inform that he shouldn't expect her return anytime soon."Why? Have your friend's condition deteriorated?" Grayson asked."Why would you ask me that when you're I'm not a caretaker?!" Yara sneered, reminding him of his exact words the day she left for Virginia. "Whatever. Just make sure to take care of yourself and our child." "I'll take care of my child, Grayson. Thanks for your fake concern. But I'll pass." Yara stated, placing emphasis on the word 'my' before hanging up.She was slightly irritated that Grayson didn't sound remorseful neither did he apologize to her about locking her up that day. If he was waiting for her to first apologize for slapping him, then she believed he deserved another slap.Yara dropped her phone on her thighs and buri
The very moment her boss finished having a brief conversation with the receptionist who kept stretching her lips into a smile, a nurse came to direct him to a private ward.Yara froze as they passed where she sat. She wished she was on shades or was rocking a face cap at that moment. But the circumstance that got her here wasn't one that would let her have the luxury of time to wear one.Luckily, Mr Fel and his bodyguard passed by without him noticing her. Not that something different could happen had he sighted her. But Yara didn't want to take chances. Tomorrow she would be expected to come around at the company's headquarter but she can never leave her mother in the hospital, all in the name of work.She had planned the sort of excuses she'd give for not coming when expected. And should Mr Fel find her here, that would lead to thwarted plans.Few minutes later, Yara was invited to the doctor's office. She couldn't wait to hear what the man had to say even though something in her dr
The very moment she left the room, Yara ran right into Mr Fel Oscar. She gasped in shock and tried to hide her face and walk away but that was impossible because she had already been seen. And Mr Fel spoke to her first."We finally get a chance to talk." Mr Fel smiled at her. Yara could not remember ever seeing her boss smile. He had a beauty smile and he looked more attractive than he was the last time she saw him. And that was few hours ago.She didn't really understand his words. Her suspicion that he must have seen her got worse just now."I didn't expect too see you here, Mr Osar. Have a nice day." Yara forced a smile and made to walk away.But she felt a warm hand circled around her wrist, causing shivers to run down her spine. She was shocked at his effect on her and that got her spinning as he wanted towards him."We'll have a nice day together, I know. If you don't mind, we can have a drink while we talk about a few things." Mr Fel stated.Yara felt her cheeks suddenly heat
The thought made Yara smile. A child was coming, so the mansion was not going to remain boring forever.The only issue she had at the moment with her pregnancy was the four temper that suddenly came with it. She something couldn't recognize herself any longer because she would snap and yell at anyone whenever she got cross.Yara did not want Tehila to be a victim of her foul temper so she gave her the opportunity of taking some time away from the mansion to breathe and do other things she wanted. But Tehila had vehemently refused, insisting of taking care of her. And that moved her to tears.Whether it was plain hatred for the word 'neighbour' or just because that he liked being alone, Yara had no idea. There were rarely people visiting Grayson. They did come once in a while and he even used to have indoor parties; but after that day she was almost raped, there was almost never a guest.Yara stared at her wrist. She was an hour late for their meeting. She wondered if Mr Fel had though
Yara pushed herself off the comfortable leather of the Benz. She heard a faint squish before peering through the windscreen from the back seat. A look through it made her realize they were not anywhere near the park. Hell, they had not even made it past Grayson's gate. She watched the sky high silver gate roll open slowly. She tapped her foot on the floor, with her pointer and middle fingers drumming against her head. That was the only thing that kept her from snapping at the bald headed gate man who stood watching the gate with the remote control in his wrinkled right hand. Her temper had gotten worse these past few days. Maybe it was because she was drawing nigh to day she would go into labour.She was about rolling down the glass to snap at the man, when the gate finally came open and the car resumed it's motion. She blew out a breath and let her back land on the chair. Yara closed her eyes for a few minutes in a bid to clear her head. What was she planning to do? She had no rea
"Yara please... I need you to for...give... I'll explain, okay? Let's just meet up..."My nails were digging into my skin at this point and I didn't mind the pain. Several thoughts ran through my mind at that moment as I waited for her to finish speaking. _Why did she even still have my number? Could it mean that she was actually shameless?_She felt her lips tugging up at that thought as she ignored the heavy breathing on the other end of the line. Just when my lips had curved into a full smile, a silly voice at the back of my head came crashing into my thoughts. _Or maybe it has something to do with the countless missed calls you give him on a daily basis with different numbers_. My smile fell at that moment and once again, she was filled with rage. If my subconscious was a person, she would have stabbed the living daylight out of it. At that moment, she became aware of David's voice at the other end of the line. She was only able to make out something about meeting him at a cer
The house greeted her with it's usual gesture, the silence resonating more than it had ever done. Her fingers brushed against the wooden lintel as she made her way into the sitting room, echoes of her footsteps thrown back at me with every step I took. Unsure if she was still in control of my body, she drifted further into the living room until she was well past it. Yara stepped onto the wooden staircase, my hand finding the banister as she moved up. Even with the left banister supporting her weight, she felt like she would trip at any moment and she would have grabbed onto the other banister if it wasn't miles away from my reach. _Fucking exaggerated staircase._After what seemed like ages, she found her way to her mother's study. She dropped down on the rotating chair in the middle of the room, feeling the leather crease under my weight. The impact caused her to spin around for a second before the chair came to a standstill. Yara stared at the monitor that faced me before my eyes
Yara glanced at her phone screen for the umpteenth time, resisting the urge to pick it up. She had been tempted to call Cara from the minute she informed her that she would be leaving for her honeymoon. It would only be right for her to call to check if they had arrived safely but then she didn't want to disturb her or interrupt her time with Covey. If they had arrived much earlier than planned, then her call would be a disturbance. After much thought, she decided to call her the next morning. At least then she would be sure she wasn't disturbing her. She let out a sigh, rolling over on her bed. The moment she cancelled out calling Cara from her mind, the next name that popped up in her head was Angelina. She hadn't spoken to her in a while and although she knew she probably wouldn't pick up her call, she grabbed her phone and rung her up..After about three trials, she gave up, deeming it pointless. She groaned, tossing her phone aside. Just then, her ringtone blasted through the
One of Covey's hands left Cara's waist, the grip of the other tightening to make up for the loss. His fingers trailed around the hem of her top for a moment before moving upwards. She let out a moan when his hand unclasped her bra and kneaded her breast. His lips left hers, allowing her to catch her breath while he sucked on the nape of her neck. "Covey," she moaned, feeling lightheaded. She was vaguely aware of the elevator arriving on their floor before a ding sounded and the door opened. Covey seemed completely unaware of the fact as his hands continued roaming every part of her body while his lips worked wonders. Covey nibbled on a particular spot, driving her completely over the edge. She let out a loud moan, shutting her eyes while relishing the pleasure. The things he did to her. She reopened her eyes to find a pair of eyes trained on her. She was speechless for about a minute before she finally found her voice. "Covey," she whispered, still staring at the people standing
"Who is Kiki?"The question came tumbling out before Cara could even stop herself. Corey stared at her for about a minute without speaking. She was starting to think that the network had begun to disturb until she heard his voice again."No one important.""No one important?" Cara repeated, raising a brow, "The bitch called some hours ago faking some damn congratulations. And yeah, she mentioned being close to you and you're saying she's no one important!? She told me shit about your ex like I care about your past? For all I know, she's probably some deranged lunatic who needs to be looked into""Hey, calm down," Corey said and she rolled her eyes. "I can't calm down when I know that there's a creep out there who happens to be close to you. Should I not be disturbed? Babe, you can't possibly expect me to be calm. At least let me know what she has to do with you."Cara's shoulders had slacked a bit and her voice probably sounded whiny but she did not care. "I told you already, she's
"We hope you enjoy your stay here," the receptionist said, a warm smile gracing her face. Cara returned the smile as she extended her hand to collect the key card from her. The receptionist looked like she couldn't be more than twenty. Highest, she'd be in her early twenties. "Thank you," Cara said, still maintaining her smile. The receptionist nodded, keeping on her own smile. The nod caused the wine red hijab she wore, which matched her uniform, to ruffle a bit. Cara spun around afterwards, concluding that everyone in Qatar was nice. Ever since she and Covey arrived, all the people they met had been nothing but warm to them. Speaking of which, she hadn't seen Covey in a while. He was supposed to meet her ages ago but he was nowhere in sight. She glanced around the almost empty reception in hopes of seeing him. While her eyes roamed every corner of the place, a tap on the back made her jump. She spun around to find Covey smiling at her. "You. . ."She pressed her lips together
Grayson pulled her closer into his arms. It was awkward because the light were on and it constantly reminded her of what she was about to give in to.She remained rigid. Her body was melting in his arms and her ovaries screamed for his touch but she did not show it. She fought the sudden urge to be kissed senseless. She hated that she was vulnerable because his scent was intoxicating, further playing with her senses, and her walls further breaking down.She had to do something fast before she gives in to her body so she pulled away from his hold."You're mad about the wedding?" Grayson whispered. The room was suddenly looking dim. While he had inquired from her, he turned to his bedside table and switched off the dolphin blue bed lamp. He had intended to leave it on while he switched off the lights. But Yara didn't want that.Yara's heart beat accelerated. The suddenly dimness further increased her desires. "I'm not just mad about the wedding. I just want to sleep peacefully." She s