Chapter 46It was no was nothing less than five minutes after her call with Grayson when they had the doorbell ring. Impulsively, Yara turned towards Hilda as they both exchanged glances.A maid walked into the kitchen. “A lady called Lolita asks to see you.”“You should let her in.” She muttered, standing up.She didn’t want to appear rude so she followed the maid out of the kitchen, ordered her to direct Lolita towards the living room which she went there to wait for the ‘guiding angel’ Grayson sent to her.Of course she needed no sorcery to know that he wasn’t being all that truthful when he talked about Michael asking him to help bring his girlfriend to the company’s dinner party. They must have planned this. Besides, there was no damn way he could bring another lady to the company’s dinner party. It would bring about rumors and false speculations. One of his drivers would get her to the venue. But not together with him.Yara didn’t want to be pitied. There was no need for Grayson
Chapter 47Sitted in the kitchen, Yara sat down watching Lolita take over the cooking. She politely dismissed Hilda when the new friend of hers, decided to prepare Chicken broth. It was surprising how they clicked. Just an hour ago, Yara had been pissed off when she got the news that Lolita would be coming over to spend time with her. She couldn't imagine herself clicking with someone new. But here they were, talking and laughing loudly as though they have known each other from Adam."You really like eating that much?" Yara asked, adjusting herself on the kitchen bar stool.Having a taste of what she was cooking, Lolita nodded in satisfaction before replying, "Yeah. I love stuffing my mouth with delicious foods. But I couldn't cook them so Michael advised I could learn so I took the bold step and now my culinary skills is literally the best.""Woah, you must have a nice body then. Like... eating so much but still keeping fit. It tells on my body if I eat much and I don't really like
Chapter 48A loud knock on the door made Yara wake up with a start. She sat on the bed and rubbed her temples as her head had began aching her again. Mumbling incoherently, she laid back on the bed and sighed tiredly.She had no idea when she had slept off. She was thinking one minute. Next thing she saw was her being awoken from sleep.The door got flung open making Yara's gut tighten into a nut. She felt her heart beat faster than it should, as she wasn't sure who it was that just got into her room and what intention the person did have. But she didn't move an inch from where she was, rather she quickly closed her eyes back. Her mind made her believe that it could be Lolita but she couldn't be so sure. Last time she thought it was Grayson and had opened her room door, someone else entered and nearly messed her up."Seems like she's sick. She's still sleeping." Yara had the muttering of a familiar voice- Lolita. Her heart beat slowly went back to normal as she let out a small, sig
Chapter 49She was on the floor crawling to the door. She knew she had to get out of this room as soon as possible or she and her child would die. She tried to be optimistic. Chances that she have lost the child was higher. But she had to fucking fight.Before she could get to the door, it got flung open and Lolita dashed in with Hilda. "Jesus, Yara!!" Lolita gasped, covering her hands with her mouth as her legs froze for the next few minutes. "She's heavy. Could you help me get her into the bed?" Hilda asked with moistened eyes upon sighting her mistress. Lolita quickly got her feet into action by joining hands with Hilda and carrying her to the bed.Yara's eyes widened in alarm. Why was she taken to the bed? This was no hospital. Why wasn't anyone making an effort to get her the fuck out of here!Damnes be their apologies. She didn't want to her their concerned words or whatever they spat out while holding her hands and mumbling stuffs about her being patient for it would soon be
Chapter 50Grayson expressed his sincere gratitude to Lolita before instructing the driver to safely take her to the venue of the company's dinner party. He would have loved to be present there but with the circumstances at hand, he had no choice than to inform his Vice to represent him and make sure everything would be properly taken care of."Please take good care of Yara. She has a kind soul." Lolita stated, getting into the back seat and watching Grayson nod at her in acceptance before she shut the door close.Grayson quickly turned and walked inside his house. He met Hilda who came out of the kitchen to get something she needed for cooking, from the store. She greeted Grayson but he ignored her, asking only about Yara."How's she? The doctor came right in time, right?" He inquired. "Yeah, he came right in time." She responded.Saying nothing more to her, Grayson walked with fast strides and when he got to the foot of the spiral stairs, he began running as fast as he could while
Chapter 51Within few minutes, Grayson had arrived at the venue for his company's dinner party. His face was stoic as he got down from the car, two security men from the second car that was following him, also got out to protect him as one walked in front of him and the other behind him.He walked with an incredible speed towards the entrance of the hall. His mind was in a state of chaos. As a matter of fact, he knew not what to do when he gets into there and actually sights Tiffany. Ignore her? Or relate well with her? The latter which the media could take as a confirmation of the rumors being circulated about them."Did you bring those items?" He asked, none of the bodyguards in particular. He just needed an answer."Yes Sir.""Hand them over." He paused, requesting for the cap and mask he could have put on while in the car. He was going to go through a secret door that'd lead him to a closed room without anyone knowing. He didn't want anyone to know he was there for the company's
Chapter 52The driver revved the engine back to life once Grayson got inside the car and sped off at his order. The car behind them did so, as well. How could Tiffany be so ridiculous? She must have said sometimes silly for people to know he was around. He wasn't going to come out to address anyone. He knew it was his parents plan for them to be melodramatic but he'd pass. His phone began ringing. He looked at the Caller ID, found out it was his dad then he hesitated not in switching off his phone.When he got home, he was angry, frustrated and tired. Everything was tiring. His parents were adamant and Tiffany was something else. He had alot of thoughts in his mind. He was torn between bringing alive his plan of going public with Yara or staying low for the moment.He knew Yara have been through a lot lately. The sexual assault from his damned friend who would have been rotting in jail had it not been that Yara had asked him not to take the beast to court. The stress of going to sc
Chapter 53Grayson yawned tiredly. What he needed to know was no longer a mystery to him so he decided to listen to whatever the nurse had to tell him the very next day. Besides she'd be around until Doctor Eldred arrives. "I think it should wait. Maybe tomorrow morning, I'm exhausted and have to sleep right away." He stated, forcing a placid smile across his face.The nurse didn't look pleaded with his response but returned the placid smile.When Grayson got into his room, he plopped down on his bed, letting out a sigh. Yara could be a stubborn brat. But no matter what she did, whatever he felt her was nothing more than annoyance and sometimes, admiration. She didn't let him intimidate her even though he never had intentions of doing so. But people do tell him that his appearance and manner of speech alone could get one on their knees. However, that didn't work on Yara.He picked up his phone but was scared to check the news. Reporters were usually not invited for the company's di
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