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
Chapter 74It was the second time Yara went to Grayson's parents house. She was a bit more confident that the last time she came here. Everything had been planned out by she and her contract husband. All they had to do was to do as they had agreed yesterday night and hope every other thing falls in place."You're welcome, Grayson. I hear that you're already engaged." Madam Elle the head maid there stopped them at the hallway and said with a warn smile.Yara smiled back at the woman. She liked how warm and nice she was. She also noticed that Grayson held her in high regard. Else he wouldn't have done what next he did.Grayson dropped his right hand on the older woman's shoulder and removed confetti from her hair as he gave his reply. "You heard right, Madam Elle. I should invite you to my wedding. I'll talk to father about it."Grayson had felt a bit bad when the woman had asked him that question. He remembered when he was only eleven and the woman was arranging his room. She was his
Chapter 75Yara didn't miss the look in his eyes. She had been taken aback when he held her hand and placed kisses on her knuckles, she almost fell it had she not known that it was all PDA. She sucked in her breathe and chided herself for not being fast to play along. She deliberately stared yearningly at Grayson and subtly turned her hands to let Xavier see the engagement ring on her fourth finger."I doubt if your mother knows we are here." Yara stated, leaning back on the cushion and crossing her legs."She should be here anytime soon." Grayson stated, reaching her clutch.Yara nearly raised a brow at him. She masked it up with a smile while letting go of the clutch."I kept your favorite candies inside, you should keep yourself busy with them." Grayson said, opening her clutch and getting out some strawberry flavored candies.Yara's eyes nearly widened like saucers as gasped dramatically in surprise. Those were her favorite candies in actuality and she loved them. It'd been a whil
Chapter 76"I think I can now understand you. Worry not and get yourself together." Mrs Dolan chuckled and smiled wryly. Yara said nothing."I'd rather burn that get married to Tiffany. Tell that to father when he comes back." Grayson stated, gulping down his milkshake at a go.Yara rubbed her hand on his back, soothingly. Just then, the door was flung open and the devil that was just talked about came in.And no, it wasn't Tiffany Marks."Message successfully delivered. You shouldn't think of burning when there are other other successful ladies to date and marry. We aren't shoving Tiffany down your throat. Just find another well respected, lady with class and-"Grayson interrupted his father. "Mind the crap you say in front of my fiancée. Who said I'm ever going to date again? There's only one more step ahead for us..." he glanced softly at Yara. "to seal our love and that's marriage."Mr Dolan gasped in shock. "Crap? You're too rude, son!""If it would end in baseless arguments and
Those seven letter words kept ringing in her ear as she got into Grayson's car. She totally ignored him, knowing fully well that he was expecting to here something as regards why his mother had called her aside. Cracking her knuckles, Yara stared out of the window. She had no idea who she should be more scared of Mrs Dolan or Tiffany?What mother could say such about her only child? And what ex would do something so painful to her past partner and still shamelessly run after him?"Are you alright?" Grayson finally voiced out his thought.He was worried that his mother must have said something terrible and hurting to Yara. He couldn't understand the sudden switch in her emotions. Few minutes ago, just as they were about leaving his parents house, she had been neutral. But right after talking privately with his mother, she looked dead. Literally."You mother offered me a check of two million dollars to run far away from you. I'm thinking, should I accept it?" Yara asked, still staring
Chapter 78It couldn't be as he said. The purple room, the snacks he sometimes got her and now, the candies. She would be foolish to believe him.Watching those eyes of his to know if she could detect a lie, she looked away in frustration. It wouldn't give out if he was lying or not. Rather it made her want to stare longer into this bewitching green eyes."Did she tell you that? Well..." He paused, clearing this throat in an awkward manner. "I guess I asked for one or two things that'd make you feel comfortable staying with me."Yara smiled indifferently, bringing out her phone. She was going to kill Cara on the phone. She doubted the possibility of that but it wasn't funny that her best friend had gone behind her to tell Grayson stuffs about her. Even though it was positive stuffs.'Should I really believe it was all positive stuffs?' She wondered within herself with bulging eyes."Hey," She sharply tilted her head towards Grayson. "What else did she tell you?" She asked with a death
Chapter 79Exactly one hour after they had walked into the bar house, Grayson and Michael were competing who had more drink tolerance while Yara and Cara cheered for them respectively.Lolita shook her head as watched how Grayson and Michael competed like little boys while challenging each other and gulping down glass upon glass of the intoxicants before them."No, thank you." She held Michael's hand as he was about downing another glass of wine. There was certainly no way she'd let him drink again."You'd be driving us home, remember." She stated, so he wouldn't whine about not letting him drink."Shit," Michael cursed, letting go of the wine glass. He glared at Grayson. "Hey, I'm only letting you win because I have to safely take my woman home." Yara and Cara sighed as they both stared at Lolita. She had killed the fun for them."You could have left him to drink himself to oblivion." Cara pouted, glancing towards Michael and eyeing him."Gosh, you totally killed the fun! We would h
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