Chapter 13She had proceeded to dial Cara's number. That sweet bitch of a best friend was the literally the only person she had to talk to, in the world.She couldn't tell her mom. Neither could she tell her other close friends who she knew wouldn't understand her situation and would probably make insensitive jokes about it.As usual. It reminded her of a faithful day, six months ago. Her three friends had visited her since she canceled out on their girls night hangout, earlier before the time. She didn't want to disappoint them more than she already did. As, missing out on their well planned night hangout was enough disappointment. Regardless of the fact that she called before hand to count herself out.The girls had decided to visit her to probably force her to get dressed and tag along with them. Cause in their own terms "Nothing would be the same if she wasn't around."She knew that, though. Her personality was different from the other three. She had her special uniqueness whic
Chapter 14Grayson couldn't take it any longer when his mother texted him as regards coming over for dinner the next day with Tiffany. At first, he ignored her text while angrily trying to calm the fuck down and not warn her to never repeat whatever smart move she had done few days ago at the photo studio. But when his dad called shortly after in the most serious voice ever, it dawned on him that this wasn't the time to neglect their words and act around as he wished cause the threat of his cousin taking over the company still got to him.He would never live to see Xavier leading the company he worked his damn ass for. No matter how ostentatious people around him claimed he lived or spend, he knew he deserved that lifestyle. Tiffany already texted him, asking what color of the outfit he was going to put on tomorrow at dinner so she would dress in accordance. He knew what game Tiffany was playing. She was now assuming roles she no longer is and would never get be again.In fact, sh
Mrs Tiana left after giving them a project. It was their final and busiest year for they had lots of projects to do to fill their portfolio and events to attend, as well. Yara had spaced out at some point during the woman's lectures but she had voice recorded every minute of her class. And now, just when she thought she'd leave for her apartment and have a sound sleep. Another project was given to the them, to submit in the next six days.Eleanor sat beside Yara during today's glass. With Cara inclusive, the three of them were in same class. But Angelina was studying Gemology in the same fashion institute so her classes were different. Few projects and events brought them together. Asides their irregular visits to each other. Today Cara missed Miss Tiana's class. This alarmed Yara because she knew her to be the last person to deliberately miss her classes. No matter how annoying or boring the lecturer seemed to be.It made Yara wonder if everything was okay.Meanwhile beside her, whe
Chapter 16She plopped down on the bed, forgetting the pain she felt on her waist. She stifled a loud scream as she bit on her bottom lip to avoid letting out a sound. Her mind wandered to Cara's advise the last time she called her. If Grayson actually meant what he said, then marrying him wouldn't be as terrible as she thought. They would use each other. But then it crossed her mind that she didn't didn't see Cara during lectures today. She was going to call her. But her bag wasn't at arms reach at the moment. She remembered tossing it on the couch while rushing to vomit.She felt really weak to do anything. Not even moving. She she laid aback and fluttered her eyes close while hoping for a good sleep. ●●●●●●●●●●Yara woke up with a start. She thought she had her name being called but that could be her daydreaming as she was the only one in the house.She looked around for her phone. She didn't see it so she walked towards the living room where she remember
Grayson decided to hit the clubhouse this night and hangout with his friends. This time he was energized and ready to have good fun because he felt positive that Yara would want to work with him.He didn't tell Michael that he had changed his mind and would join them at Montero because he wanted to surprise him.As usual, he went to the VIP room they always hanged out at. Some ladies were entertaining the guys as he walked in. He wanted to slap hands with Michael but he seemed to have zoned out.Typical of him to ignore most of the ladies. But it was unlike him not to be watch and laugh and drop comments. He sat down on the sofa next to his while taking the half filled wine glass from him and gulping down the remaining content, at a go.Michael turned towards him and flashed him a dull smile. At least, he had a smile on his face which could deceive others that he was okay, but not Grayson."What's wrong?" He cocked Michael a brow. "Is it really obvious that I'm down the dumps?""To
"You haven't fucking lost your mind, haven't you?" Yara asked with a hard glare the very moment she entered the car and slammed the door shut.Grayson had gone to go Amigo Fashion Institute to meet up with her. She didn't know how he got to know of the place she did study. But she knew it was risky for someone like him to come to a place like that.It didn't matter that his car window was all tinted and that he never came down from his sports car. He had just placed a call to her, telling her that he was in her school and that he was waiting for her beside the coffee shop. "I knew you wouldn't want to see my face if I ask to meet up with you. So, I decided to come here because you wouldn't want to get things linked and-""That doesn't give you the audacity to show up anywhere I am because I wouldn't want us to be linked together. I hate attention, you know it. And it's not cool when you try to play smart." Yara chided him, not smiling a bit.Her eyes were as harsh as her voice. And a
Grayson had just finished meeting with his lawyer who he spent a few hours with, as regards his purposed marriage contract with Yara.He went over to visit Michael who hadn't been the same since their visit to the clubhouse last weekend.He felt bad for his friend but was quite glad that a situation like that gave room for him to show forth his usefulness and contradict, even his own belief that Michael was the only one that gave meaningful advises and acted responsibly. That night he had called Lolita aside. Spoke to her calmly and he realized that she was nothing like her hideous twin sister, whose name he had even forgotten. He knew instantly while Michael must have fallen for her. Asides her beauty, height and amazing figure; she was quite charismatic and had that innocent look that got men curious. Then he pleaded with her to wait for a few minutes. Which was when he got back to Michael and scolded him as regards what Lolita had talked to him about. He had his best friend get
That night when he had gone to his parents house with Tiffany, as they requested, for dinner; was the worst of all his recent meetings with them.As usual his mother had made what was meant to be a simple dinner as grand and lavish as a dinner party. "I should help my future mother-in-law out in the kitchen while the men speak." Tiffany had volunteered to his mother who was bringing out the brownies from the oven and getting other desserts ready.His mother loved cooking and baking. In fact, since he was a child, his mother was the one who made breakfast, lunch and dinner for the family herself. Even the appetizers and desserts. And even when guests came around, she wasn't afraid to prepare one of her delicious meals that would have them complimenting her after they had finished eating. The maids only entered the kitchen once in a while, whenever she's around. And her ability to cook so well, made his father love her more. Showcasing her (cause she was strikingly beautiful too) and
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