Chapter 58Grayson barged into his parent's private lounge angrily. He didn't leave for work. He realized that the way his parents and Tiffany were acting was escalating to something he couldn't comprehend. Which was why he decided to get there first thing in the morning and scold them. He had long forgotten about Yara. He said what he said out of irritation. He didn't like being visited without first being informed and he wanted to put a leash on crazy Cara. The only thing he regretted saying was about the regular in door party he had threatened Yara with. He wished he never said that.Of late, he's been wishing he never said some things he did say nor do stuffs that he did do. And most times, it was because of Yara. He had intended to come here with her. To make it clear with his parents that he wasn't going to have anything to do with Tiffany. But they had argued this morning and he couldn't ask her."Must you startle one in their house?! What's wrong with you?" His mother snappe
Chapter 59Yara was sitted in Joyce's office. She had returned back to Oscaris to meet with the departmental heads Mr Fel had asked her to but somehow she found herself here. She was going to spend some time with Joyce if she wasn't busy before going to meet those she had to do. And fortunately, Joyce had nothing serious she was doing at that moment. "You know you shouldn't be here, right?" Joyce said, after she had just had a good laugh. Yara understood that Joyce was trying not to support her behavior even though she enjoyed her company."I know. Why don't we have lunch together when I'm done meeting the departmental heads?" Yara asked, standing up.She had to be focused."That'd be nice. We have a lot to talk about." Joyce retorted with a nod of her head.Exiting her office, Yara found her way to the office of head of the fashion designing team. Surprisingly, it was happened to be a man. Not that it was something new, she prepared herself to meet a lady who she could flow easily
Some fishy was definitely going on. When he went through he recording, there was no trace of Xavier entering inside the company. He was only seen walking into the elevator at the ground floor. There was no communication between him and anyone there. Neither was there anyone sighted at the third floor when Xavier walked into his office. He tried to find out where his secretary was when all this was happening but got interrupted when the door of his office got flung open. Talk about seeing a walking mood spoiler. It was no other person than Tiffany who was dressed in an orange jumpsuit that accentuated her skin tone with a black bucket hat and sun shades."I got you lots of delicious food. Baked rice and sauce too. Your favorite." Tiffany winked moving towards his desk.Grayson was beyond disgusted. Mere looking at Tiffany was making his crawl and acrimony feel his being."You must be excited seeing how things are turning to your favor." He stated with gritted teeth.Tiffany shrugged.
Chapter 61Yara contemplated on turning back and leaving Mrs Alice's office. Her right foot was about taking one step back before she decided that there was no way she'd come all the way here only to leave without achieving her aim. She'd simply act as though she saw nothing. Just before she could further her steps inside, the head creative pattern maker of Oscaris asked her to get inside. With a small, placid smile on the woman's face.Yara closed the door behind her as she walked inside. The didn't smell pleasant. She believed it could be all just her imagination since she witnessed something she shouldn't. She maintened a firm expression as she waited for the woman to offer her a seat."I'm sorry for that. Could you have a seat. I was already called before hand that'd you'd be coming to discuss about your new project but... I never expected it to be today..." The woman said nervously, still smiling. "It's nothing. I would have uh, left but the other person I was asked to meet insi
Chapter 62Yara was disconcerted. She was a bit relieved that she wasn't going to be recognized publicly as the brain behind whatever design she was working on. But she couldn't take those words for granted. Did it mean that the someone else in the company was going to take the glory of something she had worked tirelessly on? "Could you explain what you mean? I'm not bothered that I wouldn't be introduced to the world." She spoke up."That wasn't meant for you to know. But since I already made the mistake of saying that, I should be responsible for my actions by finishing up. Bringing out an entirely new design that's well sought by the target audience will make other companies want to work with you. At some point, our company would let you work with them and you'd share a certain percentage of whatever of you get with the company." Mrs Greene stated."What if I don't want to work with those I'm being told to? I'm sorry but this still makes no sense to me. I'm sure there's something
Chapter 63Yara kept her lips sealed. She observed the look on Joyce's face and it occurred to her that the latter wasn't going to say anything if she doesn't speak up first."Mr Clinton. He kept telling me that when I got to his office. And it wasn't really a pleasing experience. Did I also mention that he's rude? Whoever interviewed all those questionable people in this company must be sick." Yara stated, each word making her angrier she was."Well, I hope you have an idea that you're also part of this company. And you wouldn't want to know the answer to whatever you're seeking for." Joyce said, letting out a sigh."I thought as much, when you mentioned Clinton I wasn't really perplexed. He's an annoying loud mouthed man whose only saving mercy here is his talent and exceptional skill. His diligence in work is something our boss also appreciates. But that shouldn't hinder you from exercising your right here, regardless of the fact that you're a junior colleague." She added.Yara ro
Chapter 64Yara was on her way out of the company when she heard the buzz of notification on her phone. Upon seeing that it was a text from Grayson, she slowed down her steps while looking into her phone and reading what he sent to her.'I'd send my driver to pick you up by 1pm for an important event. Dress nice and have a good rest before then.'Yara narrowed her eyes as she read through his text. She scoffed, already hitting back a text that he couldn't just send her such a text without properly informing her beforehand. Her brows creased to form a frown. She was going through her text one more time before hitting the send button. She wanted to be sure there were no typographical errors. It wasn't totally weird that she did so. For the fact that she's been receiving so many cringe letters with a whole lots of typos, made her double check nearly every time before sending texts. She even applied it to her handwritten ideas, articles and personal lists. Just then she felt someone wal
Chapter 65Donning a gold and white ruched mermaid gown having a draped round neck and cape sleeves with 14kt Gold connected circle ring, rounded long link choker and chunky chain bracelet, Yara felt extra beautiful. It was the first time in a long while that she dressed so pleasant. Definitely not as costly as this expensive dress and jewelleries Grayson had the driver get her, she had always been intentional about her appearance.She brought out her phone from her glittery clutch and turned on the camera so as to take a few selfies. A smile graced her face and her Gold small half-moon drop earrings dangled to the side as she took pictures of different angles of her face. She felt like expressing gratitude to Grayson who was being intentional about her appearance and how he usually cared for her, though he could be annoying. Just before she dropped the phone back into her clutch, she checked the time.It was already a minute past two. Yara was certain that Grayson would complain if
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