Chapter 66Just when the Groom was about saying his vows, Yara darted her eyes around and caught sight of Mrs Dolan. She narrowed her eyes in surprise. If Grayson was going to introduce her to certain people today (for there could be no other reason he'd ask her to come to such an event with him), why was his mother here? She hoped a scene wouldn't be created cause she hated public drama.She had been in thought since the beautiful slim woman that happened to be the mother of her husband walked forward and sat on the only empty chair in the middle row; that she missed the Groom's saying his vows.The priest blessed their union as they exchanged their rings. Yara stared down at her finger. She had worn a ring on her fourth finger because she wanted to make it seem as though she was actually engaged. But she wasn't. She couldn't even get engaged 'cause she already got married to Grayson. It all happened in the court. She was only going to get her white wedding done when his parents ac
Chapter 67Turning towards Grayson, Yara felt so small when his mother stared at her briefly, ignored her and placed her hands on her son's broad shoulders. "It's good that you decided to come to Anna's wedding. She wouldn't have forgiven you if you didn't."She watched Grayson get irritated while resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Had it not been that Anna had told Grayson that his mother had no intentions of coming to her wedding due to her busy schedule but changed her mind later on, they'd have thought that she had set her mind from the very onset that she'd come."I came along with my fiancée. She really wanted to meet my favorite cousin." Grayson stated with a smile as he snaked his hand around Yara's tiny waist, gently pulling her closer to him.There was a disconcerted look on his mother's face but she quickly masked it up with a smile."She looks... beautiful." Mrs Dolan retorted, only sparing Yara a glance. "Take care of my boy and you should come over again to the house t
Chapter 68"Thank you." Yara stated, as she removed her seat belt but she didn't leave the car. She didn't look at him as she said this.But she had said what she said because her mind wouldn't let her be if she gets off the car like that without showing appreciation.Through her peripheral vision, she felt Grayson stare at her briefly before asking. "Why? Why are you thankful?" There a whole lot of reasons why she was being thankful of him. And though he could use whatever she said today to scorn her tomorrow, she didn't really care. She was just going to let him know why. Maybe just a few reasons she'd give him. But at least, she was letting him know something she couldn't hold back within. "For the beautiful dresses and jewelleries you've been getting me, for helping me from falling earlier on, for being kind and somehow thoughtful. I'm really thankful Grayson, believe it or not." After saying this she thought she'd feel like disappearing or running out of the car, but she felt
Chapter 69Yara felt her chest heaving by the time she had reached the top of the stairs. She couldn't wait to rest before she began walking quietly towards the corridor that led to Grayson and her room.She stopped right in front of Grayson's room, the door was partly open. She could hear muffled voices so she counted one to three in her mind and pushed open the door. Right there on the floor was Hilda naked from her waist down to her legs. Her uniform was pushed up to her breasts as she held a small picture frame of Grayson and touched herself. The other maid that was sitting on the bed, taking pictures with her phone noticed her presence and froze. But Hilda was still moaning and crying out in pleasure like a sick cat as she plunged two of her fingers into her core."What the exact hell, Hilda? Are you out of your damn mind? Get the fuck out of there." Yara yelled and Hilda froze.Blood seemed to be drained out of her face as she stopped her fingers mid way and looked up. She gasp
Chapter 70Yara couldn't help but still stare in shock of what she had seen. The picture in her hand was that of Grayson and Hilda. It looked a bit familiar. She had seen that particular dress somewhere else. Something off about the picture was that Hilda's body in the pics was different from how she was in reality. "I'm really shocked, Hilda. Quickly get out of here before my husband comes back." She stated.Hilda wanted to take the picture back from her but Yara glared at her while moving a step backward. "Don't force me to call the security officers to throw you and your lying partner out of this house."Yara left and went to her room. She first tossed her glittery clutch on the vanity table and then placed the seized phone and picture on her bed before kicking the shoe off her feet and stretching tiredly. She pulled off her clothes and changed to shorts and a sleeveless, black studded blouse before laying on her bed for some comfort. She went back to the picture. It really fami
Chapter 71"Suddenly, he was no longer querying her for her flirtatious ways. Not that she stopped or that he was oblivious of her acts. He no longer turned on the cameras. And we knew of this because he began asking certain questions that already we expected him to know." She said referring to her co- maids."Oh wow," Yara chuckled dryly as she began preparing the oatmeal. She had her attention divided. "Can you identify her if you see her again?""None of those that worked her would forget her. She was cruel and heartless. I'm sorry for saying that.""No, it's absolutely okay." Yara assured her once again.She hoped the maid would continue the story. Asking about this was already suspicious but she had done so because most men keeps their past life from their spouses. The maid would probably think that's the case here. Especially with the kind of person Grayson is."She'd scream at everyone because she thought we were the ones telling Grayson certain things about her. A day came whe
Chapter 72"You shouldn't have given my mother any response. You know how much I hate going over to their place." Grayson suddenly stated, glancing towards the door.Yara didn't know why she found his eye movement subtle and dark. He only glanced at the door but it seemed as though he was making sure they had their privacy while getting intimate. She cleared her throat, getting those thoughts off her head. She knew he would eventually ask her this. "What would you have rather that I said? You want her to like me and you expect me to turn such a simple request down?" Yara retorted, cooking her brow."I don't think I can stand talking to them." He muttered.Yara walked to the bed and sat down few inches away from where he was. She didn't know why she did so. She wasn't even feeling tired for her to use that as an excuse. "I'm sorry to ask though, but I've been pretty curious as regards why you broke up with... Tiffany Marks. I could meet her and should have myself prepared if that ha
Grayson cocked her a brow as Yara quickly walked out of the room. She looked cute which was nothing like the lady he had met some months ago at Montero clubhouse for the first time. She had been so firm and bad ass. He suddenly realized what he was doing. It was weird that he was smiling while thinking of her. Quickly putting on a poker face, he adjusted his shirt and stood up.He was going to look into what Yara told him about the maids. Such nonsense wasn't going to be tolerated in his house. And to think that he always Hilda in particular, creepy. He never liked how fragile she pretended to be and he wasn't even comfortable that she was in charge of the kitchen. But he could do nothing about it because he believed it was hard to find a good cook like her who would also prepare his favorite meals to his taste.Yara had thought him to be hard on her but now she would understand that he wasn't being hard to please. He glanced towards the table where he had dropped the picture on 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