"I'll make that possible." Cara promised, the side of her lips curling to the side as walked towards Yara and flicked the fore of her head."Ouch!" Yara let out a sharp cry as she tilted her head up and glared at her bestfriend."What was that for?" "Don't be melodramatic. It was even painful." Cara held back her laugh as she tried to put on a serious look."You're not okay, Cara." Yara shook her head, as she took in a breathe and turned to leave the kitchen."Hey, are you not eating? I-"Yara caught her off the line with a huge smirk etched on her face. She stood right where she was and simply tilted her head before retorting. "I need that breakfast in bed. I'll be waiting for you in the room.""I'm going to tell him I didn't do it again cause I hate you." Cara teased as Yara walked out of the kitchen, being serious with her words.Meanwhile Yara had a shit eating grin as she walked back into the room. She couldn't believe that she didn't ask about what she had initially left the ro
Yara slammed the door shut, not sparing Cara a last glance. Right in front of her was Grayson who had firmly decided to help her with her bag before she gave it up. He dropped it at the car trunk before walking to the front of his black sleek car.Grayson had come to pick his contract wife by himself. He wanted to have a word or two with Yara before getting into the car so as to ease the tension between them but she deliberately turned a blind eye to him waiting for her to get over so as to speak. For she walked right into the car and shut the door.Swallowing hard, Grayson realized that Yara was indeed a hard nut to crack. He tried not to look disappointed as he got into the car and turned on the ignition. There was a brief moment of contemplation. A part of him had his pride hurt and didn't want to talk to her either, since she didn't want it. But another part of him wanted to stare into those electric blue eyes of hers and talk it out."What the hell is wrong with you, Yara? Why t
Yara stirred in bed. Strangely, her room was dark which increased the rate of her heart beat, getting her to try sitting up on the bed. But her movement was retrained by a firm hand which she didn't realize was wrapped around her waist.Her eyes widened in shock as she tilted her head to understand what was going on. The strong smell of Grayson's hair shampoo wafted into her nose and instantly, her fears dissipated. Sighing out of relief, Yara wondered why the light was off as she tried to push away the thoughts of what had gone down between she and the man sleeping right next to her, with his strong arms cuddling her even in his sleep.She remembered getting tired after their little exercise. They had kissed and fulfilled their lustful desire which overtook their stubbornness. But it only ended that way. She was careful not to let him go further. They didn't have sex.Yara gently tried to get Grayson's hand off her waist so as to turn on the light. Instead, he seemed to stir a bit
Grayson held himself from laughing at how effortlessly cute, Yara was. He knew she would never get used to being bare before him. It wasn't even something that happened usually. And Yara had some shame.He had carefully raised his head from her chest when he was sure she had slept off and switched off the light totally. Not because he preferred darkness but he was rather thoughtful of Yara.Standing up from the bed, Grayson grabbed his shirt from the other edge of the bed and held it with his left hand, not putting it on."You should eat the fruits now, if you want." He stated, about to leave her room.Yara furrowed her brows as she stared at his back frame. "You're going to leave... like this? What about the maids up here?"Grayson shrugged. "What about them?""You're ridiculous. Leave if you wish." She stated, annoyance etched all over her face."I'll leave if you tell me to."Yara scoffed. "What are you trying to do right now? Leave if you want.""When are we going to finish up our
Yara couldn't believe her ears. She stood up, reached for her phone and made to leave the room. Right behind her was Grayson who had quickly gotten on his feet when he saw what she was about to do. His right hand quickly but gently grabbed her wrist, making her spin around in anger.Yara flinged his hand away from hers. She glared at him for some seconds, not knowing what to feel or say at this moment of frustration. "Are you crazy?" She slowly asked, still staring at him. "What makes you think you can stop me?""I just want you to have a re think. I called Cara before she did. She never picked my calls while you were away. Isn't it obvious that she's tired of our fight? Whatever your planning to do, call it quit. I know you're mad right now. Don't go fighting with your bestfriend."Yara scoffed, taking a step closer to him. "What makes you think I'm going to fight her because of you?" She asked, suddenly letting out a scornful laugh. "You think too much about yourself. Whatever bee
Yara got into the house with Tehila right behind her. She saw her scared the maid looked and couldn't help but wonder why she felt that way. But it wasn't hard to figure out. Grayson was ruthless, hard hearted and arrogant. He had no regards about those who worked for him both at home and at work. He even makes his bestfriend work almost harder than he does.Yara smiled at Tehila to make her feel at ease. She wanted to spend time with her which was the exact reason why she asked the maid to follow her."I'll have someone else supervise the garden. Ask the Chef to not bother making dinner. I want to cook tonight and I want you to be with me while I do." Yara stated.Confusion was etched on Tehila's face. She had been scared that Yara had asked to follow her because she talked back and wanted to have her punished. She didn't expect to hear this from Yara. But she wasn't too surprised. For she always knew her mistress was a unique one."I'll pass the message across to the Chef, Ma'am."
"The rice has been properly steamed and the ingredients have been set, Ma'am." Tehila said, pointing to the diverse sizes and colors of soup dishes lying on the countertop. Inside of them were well sliced onions, leek, carrots and bell pepper.Yara nodded, walking towards one of the cupboards in the kitchen where she brought out a blender."Is there corn in the fridge?""Not yet.""Use this," Yara pointed at a bowl beside her. "and fill it with corn. We'll use the quantity required and store the rest in the fridge.""There's no pepper mix, you forgot to blend them?" Yara asked, putting Tehila to a halt."I'll do that after I get the corn."Yara didn't bother telling her to just get the corn while she blends the pepper herself. She knew it would make Tehila demand to blend the pepper while she does something else.Yara didn't blame her. She blamed Grayson that made her appear so soft.Everything was set. Yara boiled water in the pot and sat down on the kitchen bar stool. Her back has b
~ (Not) Caught~Grayson was told to leave the room but he vehemently refused. After a few word exchange, he let out a frustrated sigh while giving the doctor space to attend to his contract wife.His phone rang as soon as he left the room. It was Cara calling and the last thing he needed right now was talking to Cara. But he had to, since she had offered him help when he least expected her to. "Hey,""I'm sorry for disturbing you. But I've been calling Yara and she isn't picking. I don't know, I think she got hurt and-"Grayson spaced out as his eyes narrowed in surprise. How did she know Yara was hurt? Or was there any of his workers giving out information?"She's going to be fine, the doctor assured me that." He retorted, his frown deepening as he added."But how did you get to know that she's hurt?""Because we were talking when she screamed. Is she in the hospital right now?"Grayson almost himself for nearly spilling the beans. Cara called based on Yara's first injury. The cut o
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