"Stop. There's some creep that has been following us since we left the hall." Cara stated, paused in her tracks and turned without letting Yara reply her.They were through with their classes of the day and Cara had been doing for the the past thirty minutes was to dish out orders. She would tell Yara to stand still behind her when one of the lecturers that have been asking her passes by. She even told Yara to walk faster because Angelina was walking towards them and she didn't want her to meet with them. For there was something mortifying they were avoiding to discuss in person. And now, she told Yara to stop which made her scoff as she turned with an eye roll."What in the-"Yara's voice trailed off as she stoof frozen. Her eyes nearly bulged out as she saw the same annoying creep that kept trying to he friends with her.Anger suddenly rushed through her veins as she raised her voice. "What is wrong with you for fucks sake? Should I have report you for stalking before you have a g
The duo got to the hospital half an hour later and was directed to a private ward where Eleanor was admitted. A doctor and two nurses were attending to her at the bedside when they pushed open the door and got in."How is she, Doc?" Cara inquired, a bit nervous. She tilted her head to have a better look at their friend was lying on the bed with closed eyes. She looked pale."What's your relationship with her?" The doctor turned and scrutinized the duo before asking."We are good friends. One of us- Angelina, the lady who brought her here, knows about our coming. She'd come anytime soon." Cara answered."She's needs a lot of rest. You can just stay quietly at her side before leaving. Due to the excessive bleeding, she lost a lot of blood before she was brought here." The doctor explained and turned back to continue checking Eleanor's vital symptoms.After a few minutes, he left with the nurses, giving the ladies privacy.Yara stood beside Eleanor. She suddenly felt her heay squeeze an
It was the first time in months, Yara listened to a song with her phone. She sat on the kitchen bar stool and kept nodding her head to the beat of the song, playing softly.Thinking Out Loud, By Ed Sheran.Though she couldn't really relate, she thought the lyrics made sense. As she chopped the bell pepper, leek and other veggies she was going to use to make sauce, Yara would join in at some point, not minding if she sang right or off."Looks like you're having fun." Yara turned to behold Grayson standing at the kitchen door. Without trying in the t shirt and short he was donning, he looked sinfully hot. His face was enticing and those eyes of his were staring right into her electric sapphire eyes, making her melt sofly under his intense gaze. Yara swallowed hard and looked away quickly. This man was lethal for her. And now, as she wondered how she spent the past month and fee weeks in his house, how she had resisted such hot mess, her mothers words, firmly telling her to stay away f
"You have a scary smile. " Grayson pointed out as he stared at her. He couldn't remember ever seeing such a smile on her face. It was pretty but scary at the same time. For even when they had met at Montero many months ago and there were moments, she had smiled genuine that night, it was as good as this.Yara's smile widened. "That's a lie, I look cute."Grayson raised one brow higher than the other. "I'm the one to tell you how I think of it. But then, I still want to hear you talk about your day."Yara pursued her lips as she turned and went back to the stuffs she was doing- arranging the countertop and washing the few plates on the sink."I don't really know, but I think something is off. A few days ago, there's weird guy that kept trying to be friends with me. I ignored him. But today..."She noticed the sudden switch in his expression. His jaw had hardened and she didn't know if she should continue or just stop.However, she went for the former because she also wanted to ask som
Fifteen Hours Ago..."Where are you taking your bags to?"Yara stopped and stared at the traveling bag she was holding at her left hand then the sling bag crossed on her shoulder.'What does he mean by bags?' She wondered."I'll be leaving to spend the rest of the weekend at a friend's place." She lied because she couldn't tell him she was going to Virginia to visit her mother.He could send someone to follow her around with her knowledge and she didn't want him to know about her mother. Not even how she looks nor where she lives."That's nonsense. Because we had a mere fight... that shouldn't even be called a fight, you're leaving?!" Grayson frowned, exuding a terrifying chill.Yara tried not to get intimidated. Her mind was already made up and it had nothing to do with yesterday night. "That's not the reason. I promised her family to be there today. She's really sick and needs someone close beside her.""The last time I checked who Yara Martinez is, she's a final year student of som
The slamming of the bathroom door got Yara out of her reverie. She had been replaying that provoking event that occurred between she and Grayson, before she got to her mother's place.With a towel firmly wrapped around her body, Yara beheld her mother who had an expressionless look on her face. She could see the striking resemblance. They both had blue eyes, just that hers was bluer and more almost cat like. Their nose and shape of mouth was also similar as well. And that could be applied to most parts of their body.Yara sighted a few grey hairs on her older replica's long, beautiful hair and felt a pang of guilt in her heart. She suddenly felt terrible for staying away from her mother all those months. She had been so foolish to do so.Holding back her emotions, she forced a smile at her mother but Patricia didn't return the smile. She simply walked into the closet and changed into a black tank top and grey joggers before packing her hair in a ponytail.Yara would never understand w
"I don't think I can let a man who kept my daughter from me all this while to have her." Patricia stated, finally bringing up the marriage topic.Yara was grateful as well as nervous that her mom finally brought it up. Her heart had been heavy since she came back and not for once did her mother mention it to her. Somehow, Yara believed that the heavy weight on her heart would get lighter, should she talk this out with her mom."It's not his fault, mom. Believe me, he has been nothing but a source of inspiration and encouragement to me. He promised to take me to you once I'm done with my projects." Yara stated.She immediately felt ashamed at her words. She realized that nothing she said was justifiable. And they all pointed to the same thing her mom was saying.Patricia said nothing. She kept crocheting until she paused and looked at Yara with those blue eyes of hers that said quite a lot. Yara got frustrated at her mother's silence. Worse still, that familiar look on her mother's fa
Yara woke up early the next morning. She was glad she did because all night, she wanted to draw her mother close and hug her. But she couldn't. She didn't even want to act as though she had heard the quiet sobs.She gently got down from the bed not to wake Patricia up as she went into the kitchen. There as she made bacon and fried eggs, Yara could hear the melodious voice of the choristers from the church nearby. It made her hum along unconsciously, as she got reminded that today was Sunday.It was a regular day in Grayson's house. No one went to church. They'd all stay back in their rooms or hang out together, indoor while resting and having their lone time.But this was her home. She was reminded of her roots.Yara took the tray of bacon and fried eggs and walked into her mom's room. She was still sleeping, yet Yara couldn't help but admire how pretty her mother looked, without even trying. She owed her good looks to her mom. She wasn't sure of her great her father was as regards v
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