Yara could do nothing but yell at Eleanor who had intruded her privacy. Today wasn't a good one for her. First she was riled up by Eleanor who had queried her earlier on for moving out of her apartment and informing no one other than Cara. Next she was deceived by her, forcing her to meet with her mother who she had no idea was in the workshop. Now, this. "Calm down, It's nothing to get riled up. I'm not your mother. I'm just asking." Eleanor shrugged, a bit surprised at how she had reacted."Yeah, I owe you no explanation. You shouldn't be going through stuffs that don't belong to you. It's not cool." Yara stated, gulping down her saliva that had formed a hard lump at the back of her throat. "I didn't go through your bag, Yara. It fell and it happened not to be open. It happened to fall out of your bag alongside your lip gloss and curiosity took hold of me. I won't apologize for that, though." Eleanor stated.Yara paused and stard at her before shaking her head. "I'm asking for you
"It's okay not to feel like talking to me now. You seem to be in the right frame of mind." Simeon said quietly, smiling at her.Yara sneered and turned back to leave. She hated herself for being too obvious. She hated being noticed when she didn't want to.'Now there's an additional brat to deal with. How in the alarming intensity of a burning hell did I stand out to that weirdo, to even gain an admirer?' She sighed.Yara hailed a cab and got home. She could never get over the beauty and near perfection of Grayson's house. Sometimes, she greedily desired to rule over this magnificent mansion as the lady of the house but there was obviously no future between her and Grayson.What ever happened to them was a matter of 'now'. Just a few months, probably not up to two years and they could divorce and get back to their respective lives. By then she would have gotten a lot of money to care for her child and live a comfortable life.Yara climbed the stairs and cornered off to her room. Grays
"Next two weeks. Does that discomfort you? Now we've gotten approval, it only would be wise if we quickly get married." Grayson answered."Isn't this happening too fast? Have you never thought of what crictism you'd face if it gets out that you're dating an unpopular, middle class woman?" She asked.Grayson shook his head with tightly furrowed brows. "That's nonsense. I also thought all this over again and decided that we mustn't get public with the marriage. Our aim was to please my parents not the public. No one would know of our wedding. I'd ensure it happens as quietly as ever."Yara nodded slowly. For the past few weeks, she and Grayson have been fighting less and conversing more. She never really understood the importance of communication until now."No one will know of my pregnancy too until I put to birth. That sounds better. " "Don't be so quick in your conclusions. My father would eventually want us to go public. There are contracts I'd also be able to get when it's known
Hours later, Grayson came back from work. His face was stern and restrained anger was embedded in his face. His eyes were dark, bottomless as he walked into his room.The maids couldn't even greet him, they simply bowed their head and hurried past him when he had entered into the house. Usually, they were always filled with trepidation whenever he was in a neutral mood, not to talk of the glum expression on his face this evening. For Grayson was always harsh to his workers at home. He works a lot in the office, though being the CEO and gets back home stressed out. Naturally, it made him almost aggressive whenever he returns home and things are not in their prefect order. But that was not supposed to be an excuse.Yara turned in her sleep. She heard the slamming of a door and suddenly woke up from sleep. She sighed and let out a tired yawn. She was not always a light sleeper but for the past few days, little sounds doesn't hesitate to wake her up.Yara sat up on the bed and rubbed her
Yara almost rolled her eyes. She knew that Grayson was telling her to leave just so he'd remain in his darkness. It wasn't her business, though. He could rot in darkness if he wanted but she'd make it a habit to light up the room whenever she's in there.Grayson shrugged and said nothing to her. Something within her waited for him to slam her with harsh, rude words. But as seconds turned to minutes and Grayson was just focused on drinking, she was glad that he didn't feed her subconscious.Recently, Grayson began talking gently to her. He always did though. But then, he used to be more harsh and rude to her. She blamed him not. Who she blamed were his annoying parents that trained him like that and his arrogant ass too! Well, he still talked arrogantly to her but it wasn't as alarming as before.Standing up, Yara headed to the window opposite his bed and stood there, watching the orange sky. The sun was just beginning to set and it got her awestruck, just like all the times she ever w
Meanwhile Yara on the other hand was glad that was the only question she was being asked. She cracked her knuckles and quickly spoke up, before he interrupts her again."Remember I came here to discuss something with you? I should ask you now." Yara stated."It's fair to have a discussion with you after asking you such a question." Grayson reasoned. "What is the matter with you?""I noticed you always come back late with a bad temper also. Don't you think it's unfair to transfer your aggression to people that know nothing of it?" Yara asked.Grayson let out a groan. "I don't remember snapping at you, Yara. What's wrong?"."The maids are not comfortable most of time when you come back. I doubt if you've even noticed. You always snap harshly once they fail to do something as you want. They're working hard here at your house for you to come back and still add to their pains." Yara told him."Why not? Are they complaining? Let me have the names of those ungrateful brats and have them fir
Yara's cheeks were red as tomatoes as she left her room and went down for dinner. Her plans was to skip dinner so she wouldn't see his face tonight but Grayson had her called to join him downstairs for the dinner. They had a lot to discuss, He said and she knew that. Their white wedding was just a few weeks to come. And they had to discuss about it. They couldn't finish talking about that in his room, earlier before."Fuck," Yara muttered, cracking her knuckles as she descended the spiral stairs. She didn't know what came over her back then. Her body had acted in their own accordance. She almost ran out of his room when he gently took her hands off his chest. Then he asked her to leave calmly.It felt as though the world had come up to an end for her. She wished for the ground to open and swallow her when he had told her that. He didn't react to her touch. Though his eyes had darkened and the way he looked at her made her want to fall on her knees and plead to be pleasured.Yara was
It wasn't more than ten minutes since Yara and Grayson arrived his parents house, when Tiffany Marks barged into the private lounge.Everyone had turned to behold her in all her fury. She was panting by the time she stood akimbo a few inches away from the door while glaring at they all with her laser filled eyes. The heaving of her chest showed how fast she must have ran up the stairs to get here."You weren't invited, Tiffany. What are you doing here?" Mr Dolan asked with an expressionless look on his face.Tiffany forced a smile on her lips then chuckled dryly before moving towards the cushion Yara and Grayson were sitting on. Sighting the little space between them, Tiffany proceeded to plop down there, making the couple to groan in annoyance.Yara impulsively shifted and the other adjusted well in the middle. She couldn't believe this ridiculous lady. 'She thinks I'll fucking fight? No one here deserves to be fought for. Insane bitch.' Yara thought to herself, annoyance and irrita
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