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
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
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 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
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
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
Bend. Twist. Bounce.This had been the exact thing Yara had been doing since she stepped into Montero clubhouse with Cara and her girls.She had taken so many shots of bloody Mary mixed with vodka, that she knew not when she flirted back at a sly looking guy beside her, with dirty blonde and an awesome height - which was the only detail she had taken note of; grinding the full of her ass against him.Suddenly, Yara felt a pair of strong arms begin to roam her body and she stilled in discomfort. With a slight irritation etched on her face, she tried pushing him away but his grip on her waist was firm and unyielding. "I'll make you feel good." She heard his voice, so rough and low. That she began wondering what had made her dance with these crazy creature when she was just meant to drink and hangout with her friends in celebration of the dazzling height she had attained. Which was even the reason she had hearkened to Cara, choosing the expensive Montero clubhouse. For her efforts had
It took nothing less than few minutes of obscene talks and little laughs for Yara and Grayson to get into an actual conversation. "Cara was saying something about you guys coming here to celebrate just because you got recognized by a big fashion company." Grayson spoke with so much impudence. "Just?" Yara raised a brow, a bit annoyed at his nonchalancy. Ooh. She had remembered. It was the almighty Grayson Dolan that Cara always told her about. She knew she had probably seen this face somewhere in the net, when Cara had introduced him to her.What a wench!"That wasn't meant to come out that way. Congratulations to you, though." Grayson chuckled, giving her one of his sly looks.Rolling her eyes, Yara looked away briefly, cursing herself for how both sides of Grayson kept turning her on. She parted her legs a bit and grazed a finger from her right hand which was under the table, on her core. And just like she thought, it was wet in the most pathetic way.Her teeth dug into her low
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