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
Grayson was furious. He couldn't believe what the fucking hell this insane lady was talking about. The only time he ever met closely with Tiffany was when she had come to his house with his parents over a month ago and she refused to leave with them. While he was showering he had no idea that Tiffany had slipped into his room. She was almost naked when he got into the room with just a towel wrapped around his waist. And when he tried scolding her to get to her senses, Tiffany had successfully taken the towel off him but wasn't lucky to force herself on him.Grayson was disgusted. He wanted to call his parents that evening to warn them never to visit him what that crazy bitch but on a second thought, decided to let it go.He had no idea that this kindness would later be used against him."Can you prove that?" Grayson's mother whispered, clearly shocked at what she heard."I can prove it to you all right now but I'll ask for one thing." Tiffany uncrossed her legs and flipped her hair w
"Grayson," Yara's voice came out in a whisper as she impulsively held his hands. She was almost scared. Why the fuck was Grayson crying? She have never seen him cry."I should drop you at Oscaris-""No, I'm going home as well." Yara cut him off, replying immediately.Grayson removed his hands from hers, clenched his fist in annoyance that he had let down his guard and cried in front of Yara. Never in his life has any woman seen him cry since he clocked ten. It was only Madam Elle that had witnessed him cry on a few occasions. And now, Yara.He revved the engine back to life and drove out of his parents mansion. He couldn't believe Yara had said that. He blamed himself for even having an iota of trust in her that at least she could affirm that he wasn't capable of such an act.He sped off on the highway. Yara was scared. Her hands were almost trembling with the way Grayson was speeding off on the road. She was scared that they'd have an accident and meet their demise. She wasn't read
"That's incredulous, what happened next?" Cara squealed, drawing closer to Yara who chuckled and smacked her lips."What do you think?" She smirked."Let me guess," Cara's cheeks were almost hurting from too much smiles. "You grabbed her hair and taught her a lesson. Then you sassed his parents." "That's lame coming from you, Cara." Yara laughed, gently hitting her friend on the shoulder. "That only happen in books and movies. I'd only do that when I have the sum of eight million dollars set aside for waste. We talked it all out there. Tiffany was sipping wine with Mrs Dolan when we returned. You could imagine the look on their faces when we got there. Grayson explained every single thing to them, repeatedly. When Tiffany wanted to use the pity card, Grayson accused his mother of having this all planned out with Tiffany. Else why would they ever do something they have never done before in years- visiting him impromptu."They talked on and on, laughing and giving each other satisfacto
Yara could feel her heart pounding as she cast Eleanor a deadly glare. She couldn't imagine ever being being close to the loud mouth, girl who has a flair for poking her damn nose at things that had nothing to do with her."Eleanor you shouldn't say what you aren't sure of. How could you say that Yar is pregnant?!" Angelina who at a point got disconcerted, tilted her head towards her best friend and scolded her.Eleanor huffed. "Did she deny the fact? Ask her. She's right here before you."Yara scoffed and cracked her knuckles. She felt like punching Eleanor right under her jaw. She wanted to teach her a lesson. But she wouldn't do that.It was shameful that their friendship has turned into something this ridiculous. "I was going to invite you to my wedding. Come alone. I'll text you the address." Yara did her possible best ignoring Eleanor as she forced smiled at Angelina."Wait... What? Wedding? When did you start dating to even get married?" Angelina was shocked. "We'll discuss t
Yara covered her mouth so the sound of her laughter won't fill the air. She didn't want people staring over at their table, as though she has gone nuts."I don't think I'll ever understand men. They see a pretty lady somewhere alone and what suddenly comes to their mind is what? That we're all single and in need of desperate, fucked up face guy." Yara rolled her eyes.She couldn't forget that night on Montero for so many reasons. When she had lost Cara and the girls in the crowd, Yara decided to dance all alone and drink some more before ringing Cara. But a guy had suddenly walked up to her, asking for a dance which she granted. Before she could process what was happening, he was calling her endearing names that disgusted her to the core and was being all touchy."C'mon, some of those guys are actually hot. Just that we're already taken and we love our men." Lolita said, smiling.Yara was happy for her. Lolita really seemed to be in love, even with the way she was pleasantly blushing
Angelina got to the table ten minutes later. She had a worried frown on her face and her lips were stretched in a taut line as she placed both hands on the table and let out a deep breathe."I'll be taking Eleanor back to a friend's place. We can't get back to school by this time and she's high.." As much as Yara didn't want to worry about Eleanor or anything related to her, she felt her insides weak with emotion. "Why? She was with you all through, yeah?" Cara raised a brow."Not really, she said she was going to swim which was surprising cause she forgot her swimsuit and to make her give up on the idea, I made her know I wasn't going to lend her mine. We had a small fight so I went to the bar to have some cocktail." Angelina's hands were trembling now.Yara got more worried. Her stomach churned as she hoped nothing happened to Eleanor. She swallowed hard and listened carefully to Angelina, hating how she felt. "She was talking gibberish and blood was oozing out of her nose. It 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