Yara got home excited but weak. She didn't have a good night rest yesterday because she was nervous about meeting Grayson's parents. She had expected his parents to be worse than he was. But they weren't as terrible as she thought.She walked into her room to change into a more comfortable dress when the words of Cara rang in her ears. She tried ignoring it by sighing and briefly closing her eyes. But it got worse.She knew she was messing with her future. She was meant to check in at Oscaris after the what happened that day but she was too disappointed in herself and the first few weeks after she had discovered about her pregnancy, life hadn't been easy for her.Her ass sank into the soft bed and she gently rubbed her temples. She wanted to call the lady she met at the fashion event who had gushed about Coco Columbia having a life performance. But it occurred to her that they didn't swap numbers. Joyce had asked her not to bother paying back the money she spent on her medical bills
The summer sun felt like a hearth-side shawl. As Yara walked into the car Grayson had sent to pick her up, the cool feel of the breeze on her skin was a contrast to the scorching sun.She sighed in satisfaction as she listened to the song playing on the stereo. Today was going to be a busy one for her.Grayson had informed her that there was no need wasting time and waiting for his parents consent. He was going to speak louder with his actions. So they'd be aware of how serious he was about not having anything to do with Tiffany. But Yara had asked the driver to take her to the weaver service center where the students of Textile designing alongside those of Fashion designing were asked to get to, by seven am today for practical. This was where she was returning from, with the intention of branching at Oscaris Fashion Company headquarters before going back home to finish up parking her stuffs. And then leave for Grayson's house.The weaver service center that had been to was definite
She slowly walked inside, holding Mrs Greene's eyes before turning to shut the door behind her. The secretary adjusted her glasses and went back typing on her laptop. Yara didn't know what meaning to read into this. Was the woman annoyed by her appearance? Or was she just busy at the moment and needed no distraction?Whatever the reason was, she was here already and would face whatever that'd happen. "It's been a long while, Miss Martinez. Have a seat." Mrs Greene spoke up when Yara walked towards her desk. Adjusting her dress and sinking her butt into one of the seats opposite Mrs Greene, Yara crossed her legs and let out a low, nervous sigh."I must apologize for not showing up after the press event. I've been literally choked up with projects." She lied.Mrs Greene chuckled as though she could see through the lie. "Your contract would have been terminated if you hadn't showed up sixty days later. It's past a month now. And you're a few days lucky from getting kicked off and sued
A petite red haired lady on a sapphire blue jumpsuit and black heels walked out of the office two doors away from Mrs Greene's. The front curls of her hair dangled as she walked straight to the office between that of the CEO and Mrs Greene, without sparing Yara a glance. Yara decided she must be the assistant secretary. She walked quickly towards the door where she stood inches away from, few minutes ago.Tucking a stray hair behind her right ear, she knocked on the door thrice and pushed it open. The man must have been exhausted to meet with anyone now. But it was his order that she should go see him whenever she comes around. Yara stared at Mr Fel briefly as she walked towards his desk. His eyes were glued on her as well. She never really thought she had checked this man out before. Perhaps, she noticed stuffs like him being a brunet. His aquiline nose and tanned skin. But right now she was seeing a digger version of her boss. His rich brown hair was handsomely styled to suit
"Don't hurt yourself!" Yara shouted, when she saw the driver almost miss a footing as he walked towards the car trunk. The man volunteered to help her carry some of the boxes and she gladly appreciated his offer to help her.Yara went back to her apartment to check if she had taken everything she needed and it was almost empty when she went inside for the last time. She would miss this small warm apartment she had taken as her second home. Since she got admitted in the fashion school, she'd been living here.Slamming the door shut, she exited the building and walked back outside. She would also miss her kind neighbors.The man drove slowly which Yara was thankful of. She sometimes felt scared that she'd lose her life and her child if she entered cars or taxis where the driver was over-speeding a lot. She closed her eyes nodding her head to the song emanating from the car stereo without knowing when she slept.After what felt like hours of sleeping, she woke up with a start. She loo
Yara scrunched her nose in disgust. She wondered if Grayson had intentionally kept it there or the previous owner of the room left it behind. She didn't know why, but she was believed strongly that the room belonged to someone else. She hoped it wasn't who she was thinking of? If at all Grayson happened to have kept it there then he must be a pervert. She leaned over and used the tip of her fingers to pick the condom. It wasn't yet used. And for this, she couldn't be more grateful for.Tossing it away inside the empty trash can, she decided she'd talk to him about this sometime. Definitely not now as she didn't want to give him the impression that she hard to please or ungrateful. She didn't want to take chances so she firmly decided not to push this under the carpet. When Cara answered Yara's call, the first thing she noticed was the sour face of her best friend. And also the change in the decor of her room. "Yo! What's up with your grumpy face?" Cara laughed.Yara pouted. "Condo
His eyes fell on her legs which made her take a step backward. This was pretty embarrassing and awkward for her. She didn't see this coming. Her plan was to either drop it before he finds out or politely ask to keep using it till she gets hers."What the hell are you up to?" He asked, looking up to stare at her.His voice was neutral. Not loud or too calm. A hidden smile was on his face as Yara struggled to maintain her composure.She finally had her face as straight and hard as she wanted which further amused him but he didn't show it.He felt like having a walk around the garden but was surprised when he opened the door and sighted Yara on his crocs with a mischievous look on her face."Nothing. I wanted to get down to the kitchen and my stuffs are still in my box so..." She trailed off, shrugging."Well, that was creepy." Grayson muttered, going back to his room to get another footwear.He came back with a similar crocs but different shade of blue. He slammed his door shut but Yara
It was the first time she ever entered his room. And it never crossed her mind that something as trival yet painful as a cut on the thumb could grant her a free ticket to his room.The first aid wasn't in the kitchen where it usually was. As Grayson had searched around before it muttered cuss words about forgetting to bring it back to where it usually was.Yara requested to wait in the kitchen for him. But his grip on her hand never went lose. Eventually, they climbed the stairs and here she was seated on the black couch in his room as she waited for him to get the first aid box.His room was quite neat but no matter what luxury item that was fitted into the room, it looked empty and dull in Yara's eyes.She stared at the grey wall. She nearly shrieked within her, not wanting to believe that they were actually people who lives were all black, white and grey.Grayson was a typical of example of such people. She first heard about them from Cara who once told her about the state of Micha
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