The following day was a Saturday. Dante woke up a little bit earlier than usual, pacing back and forth along the length and width of his bedroom.He was still bitter about the previous night; even the thorough trouncing he had given to Matthew had not felt enough.He was still thinking of better ways to get back at him after what he caught him trying to do to Lyra. "I could always tell he was a jerk, but a rapist? I could never have guessed that." He thought.“I swear it to the heavens, I am going to make that nitwit pay for every ounce of hair he pulled yesterday. He's going to smell it and would not like the scent."He continued to groan.After a few minutes of going about like this, he stopped at the center of the room when a thought suddenly occurred to him."Wouldn't terminating his contract be a good way to start?”He reasoned, brushing his face with his palm and nodding satisfactorily, as the idea felt like a nice one to him. But before he could do any follow-up on the thought
"Take a look at your skin. It feels so hot. Would you rather not get yourself treated because of what people will say? Why don't you just let us go, Lyra?"Dante queried, still holding onto her; his voice sounded like he was pleading.About two of the security men had already entered the bedroom, waiting at the doorpost."Please excuse us for another second."Dante said, slightly throwing his head at them. They instantly did as told."I'm not saying I don't want to get treated." Lyra finally replied after the security men's exit.Her voice was weak and slow, and her breathing was labored."I'm just saying that I don't want it done in public." She added.Dante stared at her face on his arms for a fleeting instant, then gradually it appeared as though the light of understanding had begun to dawn on him. He gave out three successive nods."I see," he whispered."Is it because of the media? You're worried about what they have been saying about you?""No." Lyra's tired voice came again, bu
It was Monday morning the lustrous shade of the morning glow seeped through the thick curtains radiating the light of the new day. Lyra awoke from sleep with a feeling of renewed vigor. She was feeling so much more refreshed and rejuvenated, unlike the previous day. She yawned and stretched out before finally alighting from the bed. Proceeding towards the bathroom and setting out for a really busy day at the office as usual.The first thing Lyra noticed the moment she arrived at the office building, was the forced and rehearsed mannerisms of her employees right from the moment she parked and started walking towards the glass doors, demarcating the point of entry. The members of staff who first saw her at the base floor immediately wrapped up their conversations suddenly, then they turned to her with extra bright smiles and over-dramatic gestures and she could feel the gazes of tens of other eyes around watching and observing her from obscure corners all over that section.A
Aria's heart skipped a beat as she continued watching Lyra. She kept her head up stiffly, trying hard not to expose her sudden anxiety. Her expression was frozen, and her body language instantly became guarded. Hot sweat crept up the base of her palms as she maintained her defensive stance, wondering inwardly how much information Barbara could have shared with her."How much could she have possibly heard? Was it enough to worry about?" She queried herself in the awkward silence.Meanwhile, Lyra, on the other hand, did not seem to have noticed her friend's sudden change in attitude. She had instead leaned back casually on her chair before she continued speaking."Crazy story." She mouthed, shaking her head lazily."So Barbara told me how she actually went there to report her baby daddy to his friend, a fellow gambler, obviously."Aria's shoulders slumped at once. After Lyra was done, she let out a quick breath of relief.And then she murmured a quick "oh." beneath her breath, blinking
"I'm really sorry, ma'am. I tried to stop her, but she pushed me off." Lyra's secretary appealed with a pleading tone from behind her."It's okay, Bancroft." Lyra waved quickly, glancing at Mirabel once more before signaling for her to leave. Bancroft curtsied and immediately did as she was told.Aria cleared her throat and shifted on her seat as she also watched Mirabel guardedly.Her seat was not so far away from where Mirabel was standing."You snake!" Mirabel spat out at once as Bancroft left, pointing at Lyra with one finger as her voice trembled with rage."So you have finally succeeded in bewitching my brother, haven't you? You... I don't even know what to call you." She gasped, brushing her face with both palms and exhaling before she began to speak again. Meanwhile, Lyra maintained a stiffened posture from her seat, a slightly confused and surprised expression on her face."So you tried the first time, and it didn't work. Then you decided to upgrade your fucking dark sche
"I still don't understand why Mirabel would do such." Dante whispered again, allowing his croaky voice to trail off. His already rumpled face was screwed in further confusion. Lyra opened her mouth to say something, but before she could get the words out, Dante had already made a quick turn in the direction of the armchair, where his phone was lying on the cushion.The moment he grabbed it, Lyra stepped forward simultaneously, and a little bit forcefully, she reached out and snatched the phone from him."W...what are you doing?" Dante stuttered in a lowered tone."What does it look like I am doing?" Lyra raised her voice a little in contrast. Dante immediately sensed the tremble in her voice and the hint of raw emotion it bore. He became quiet."What did you do to your sister because of me?"She queried.Dante glanced at her and looked away.Then he turned to glance at her again and sucked his teeth before answering with a slight flap of his arm against his side."Look, she was the
"I missed you too," Lyra confessed back, surprising herself by how true the words felt to her. Dante gasped for a second, the way he widened his eyes after her confession showed that her response had stunned him as well.The expression on his face was a mix of happiness and disbelief. They gazed at themselves for a second time. The interval had not lasted for too long before they hastily grabbed themselves, lips and bodies pressed together even more tightly.Dante's hands slipped under Lyra's blouse, feeling the contours of her shapely body and grabbing the fleshy mounds of her breasts.Lyra let out a soft moan, sliding her fingers through his hair and tugging gently.She met his gaze, her eyes filled with urgent desire.In the next instant, Dante swept Lyra off her feet carrying her into his arms and bearing her up as he led the way to his bedroom.On getting there, Dante dropped her on the bed hurriedly. He took off his shirt at once to reveal his muscular, slightly hairy ches
Lyra took in a deep breath allowing a space of silence after Dante asked the question.Her mood suddenly became dull. Dante was quiet as well. It was his way of respecting the sensitive nature of the moment."The man is not my biological father." Lyra said after some time, her eyes focused on space.Dante continued watching, keeping his silence and determined not to interrupt."After I parked out of your place and at the point in time when I almost took my own life..."Her voice trailed off. She paused because a little teary crack had appeared in her voice as she reminisced on the past event. Dante looked away guiltily, knowing the part he played in that particular scene. A little uneasy silence ensued until Lyra was able to compose herself, breaking the silence once again."It was this man, who saved me. It was he who took me into his home and gave me my life back. Luckily for me, his wife was also as kind as he was. And it was after meeting them that everything changed for good