Kyrah's POVI had a conversation with Scar, Roxy's dad, Daniel Trent, right before I came over to Scott's house where, apparently, another group of people were standing by. Tyler and Maeve invited them, they're all from campus and I'm sure I've struck conversations with them once or twice.The music is so damn loud that it makes my skin tingle and my lungs feel like mush. The bass in here is thumping in time with my heart beat as if they are one, filling me from head to toe with nothing but music. I love the song that's playing and I turn around and spot Tim on the decks. I just got to know that he's a dj the other day when I called Jim, inviting him to the party. His brother is awesome with his work. Cross me by Ed Sheeran is playing and I nod my head to the beat. "Great music, Tim!" I yell over the loud music and he replies with a thumbs up. Everybody is grooving to the beat. The entire house is full of people with red party cups already full of nothing else but alcoholic drinks. I
"Come on, Scott. We're not going to leave you here. We want to cut the cake and let the party get wilder!" Roxy says and Scott sighs. "Alright, Kyrah and I will join you in a bit," he says and Kye and Roxy leave. "I'm sure your mom is half tempted to come over here and tell us to turn the music down," Scott jokes again and I laugh. "She's itching to march over here. Anyway, let's join the rest." I pull his hand and he obliges and places his strong arm across my waist as I walk in front of him. Back in the living room which is now a dance floor, everybody is dancing, body to body and the music is even louder. We push through to the front where I had secured a place for the cake. Kye, Vic, Wren and Roxy are waiting for us. Vic signals Tim to turn down the music a little bit and he obeys."Alright party animals! I don't want to waste your time because I can tell that y'all are here to party, right?" Roxy yells."Hell, yeah!" a couple of men shout back and some ladies 'whoo-hoo!' out l
Scott's POV At this point, I'm breathless. Kyrah is leaving me breathless literally! Not only with her beauty, but also with her body. We've danced for God-knows how long and her movement only gets intense the more the alcohol takes over her senses. She keeps requesting for the same song over and over. Girl like me is playing again. The heat that's been radiating between the two of us the entire night is electric and I don't want it to end. I wish that I could have this moment for life! I never knew she could dance like this, as much as I know she's under the influence of alcohol, so am I, because I drank more than I usually do but I'm just a little tipsy. Our bodies are in sync, just like everybody else's and every time she throws her behind against my crotch, I die inwardly. I love it. Fuck! I love her but I respect her too, so I'll ensure that she doesn't do anything stupid, that we, don't do anything stupid. But for now, let me seize the moment. It's already later than 3am an
The window in the wall is brightly and mercilessly throwing blade-shaped shards of light into the room.Where am I?Every muscle in my body aches as hell and when I turn to look away from the window, my stomach churns. And that's how everything comes back to me. I'm at Scott's. Last night I got excessively drunk and my head hurts so bad I feel like someone hit me with a sledge hammer. I groan and curl myself into a ball in the sheets and then I realize I'm not alone in the room when I spot Scott at his study desk typing away on his laptop. I groan again and he turns on his seat, to face me."Morning, Bailey?" he coos and grins, revealing a well arranged set of white teeth in his mouth. For a minute my eyes are stuck on the strong muscles of his back. His biceps are enormous, it's been a long time since I saw him this way. I mean, shirtless of course. He notices my silence and stands up from where he's seated, and my oh my! I think his abs just got bigger. My eyes go wide."Are you oka
"Finally!" she says walking in with two boxes of pizza. My stomach growls violently. Scott closes the door and leans on it, arms folded in front of his chest making his muscles flex. "I'm famished! Give me that." I leave the bed and notice I'm still in last night's outfit. I grab one box, open it up and I grab a slice, shoving it into my mouth. "Mmh! Barbecue, tastes good," I say."Eat the entire pizza, since you missed breakfast–" Roxy says.I drop the piece I was holding and it lands back on the box with a slight thump as I swallow quickly so as to speak. "Wait, what? I missed breakfast? What time is it?" I ask looking in between Scott and Roxy, picking up the slice and taking another bite. "It's almost 2p.m," Roxy says.Her words nearly make me choke. "Why didn't you wake me up, Scott?" I whine. "I tried. You were as dead as a log," he says and Roxy laughs. "Dead as a log," she repeats his words while shaking her head. "By the way, I was at your house and your mom kept compl
I told Carla I'd be there in an hour, but... it's now one hour since I talked to her. How could I have lost track of time like that? I dragged myself back to my room from Scott's house and lazily showered, enjoying the hot water which seemed to reduce my headache. Then spent much time trying to find the right thing to wear and oopsie! I lost track of time. What will I do? Think! "Uhm, I... it's really important, but I can call her and meet up with her for a few minutes and then be on my way," I tell dad. Is that really a good idea? I don't know. First of all, I'd have to make sure she doesn't see me driving my car, because she knows I don't own one. I swore to never ever tell her. Only my friends know Blake bought me that car and I always park it outside Scott's house. But any moment I park it in front of my house, I'm sure mom probably assumes Scott put it there. "Okay, why don't you call her before leaving?" he suggests. Great idea, if I get to know where she is and what she's
Everything went as I planned. Mom didn't see me driving and I don't ever want her to.I'm now on my way to Blake's house. I called Carla a few minutes ago and apologized for taking long. I didn't tell her I'd sleep over, I just want to tell Blake myself. I want to see how he reacts since I always leave and go back home but tonight, I'll be staying. It's been a while since I went to his place and I'm abit nervous. All I know is that I don't want to meet his mother. I've met his dad not more than twice, he's not that bad of a man, his wife though, is the ultimate definition of horror! From afar I can already spot people, men and women, outside Blake's house and the closer I get, I notice each one of them either has a notebook and a pen or a huge camera. They're all talking loudly asking questions, raising their heads over each other to see the front of the house. Paparazzi and news reporters, I can tell. Who are they asking questions? I wonder. I doubt Blake would be the one outside
"Let go of me! You're ruining my makeup!" She pushes me but I don't move too far from her. She's jealous! Yes! A bitch is jealous! Her eyes are burning with so much hate that I can see it. "All you ever care about is your makeup. Silly girl," I say. "My makeup, FYI, costs me more than your entire closet cost you," she says through gritted teeth and I laugh quite loud at what she just said. "Oh, Sabrina, Sabrina, Sabrina. You never stop amazing me. Has no one ever told you?" I pause and cock my head to one side. "Even if you put lipstick on a pig, it'll still be considered as a pig!" And the crowd in my head goes wild!! Now that comment, was a show stopper. She gasps and scowls at me. "Now, what was I supposed to do? Right, go inside the Dawson house. Alone," I say, flipping my curly hair and I continue walking. At the door, I ring the bell and seconds later I hear Sabrina quickly running towards the porch, her heels clanking loudly. When Carla opens the door, she smiles at me bu
Moments later, we are walking to the parking lot and we find everyone waiting for us. Six different cars are parked and the big team is separated into pairs. A convoy! This is going to be fun. I say to myself inwardly. "Finally, you guys are here," Roxy says. "I was about to go back and eat thinking you guys weren't coming," she continues and we all laugh. I follow Scott towards a sleek black convertible and when we're in, everyone waits to know the way forward. Scott and his dad have been to this place several times, so he knows where we're going. Kye has also been here twice. "Alright guys, Kye will lead the way, everyone else will stay in the middle and I will be at the end. Okay? We're going to make a short stop over to buy some snacks and then continue with the journey. Let the convoy begin its journey," Scott announces and Kye starts his car. "Let's get going guys," Roxy yells and the rest of the cars follow behind closely. "I'm glad to be doing this with you, babe," I say
Life got back to normal. Things got even better. My relationship with Scott has been so beautiful. Maeve is organizing to have me get interviewed at Vogue Magazine, where she works. Sabrina has been an amazing artist and her work has been bringing in a lot of income at the gallery. Roxy and Kye have gotten even cuter together and I still find it hard to believe that Roxy changed. Her relationship with her dad is rock solid now. The twins still haven't found their soul mates yet, but I am sure they will. Vic and Wren are now the power couple of the group, I just love how those two look together. Scott's parents now live in harmony. They finally got back together and I still remember how excited Scott was when he broke the news to me. Everything has been going well for everyone and I am so grateful for that. A month later, all my friends and I have decided to go on vacation and no one has been left behind.Location? Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. This place has always been in my bucketlist
With his ocean blue eyes on me, he reaches out to the shower knob and turns it on. Warm water flows down on to us and he leans in to kiss my lips while cupping my face. I begin descending and just as I am about to hold his erect manhood, he stops me and lifts me up. Kisses me so passionately and says, "I wouldn't want the woman that I love to give me a fellatio. I respect you so much to let you do that."Wow! Did he just decline a blow job? I am surprised. He then turns me around and takes the shower gel and begins pouring it all over me, mostly on my breasts. He then presses his body on my back and at that moment, I feel his rock hard manhood pressed against my back and I moan. He then rubs all the shower gel all over my body and then his palms cup my breasts and he begins squeezing slowly, pinching my nipples every now and then and I moan and turn around to look at him. He has this grin on his face. "Let's finish taking a shower first, okay?" he asks and I pout and cross my arms
(WARNING! Sexual content is in this chapter and the next one too.) Life after that court day has been total bliss.It's been a month now and I have been all over trying to find myself a good job. I've had a couple of interviews but I still haven't gotten any reply. I just left a publishing company after a pretty intense interview that almost left me weak on my knees.As I drive back home, I can't wait to hug my one and only man. My muse. Scott Stone.God! I love that man with every fibre of my being. He's been so good to me that even every day feels like I'm dreaming.Thinking of him right now makes me want to step on the gas, but I know I don't want to be pulled over for over speeding, so I turn the radio on to calm myself.I still can't believe that I am with the man I have always dreamed of. The one who drives me crazy and makes me feel all giddy and warm inside. The one who stole my heart and the one whom I believe, was meant for me. I just love how my hand fits in his and how my
"Your Honor, as you have seen for yourself, the accused confessed that he indeed was responsible for the attempted murder of my clients Kyrah Bailey and Scott Stone. That's all, Your Honor," Mrs. Allen says and walks back to sit next to us and I huff out a breath. "Any further questions from the Defense?" the Judge asks Mr. Elliot. "None, Your Honor," he says. He already looks defeated. "Another ten minute recess and when we come back, we shall get to hear from the Jury and get the final verdict," he says and smacks the gavel against the sound block and walks away. Everyone sighs, it seems we were all holding our breaths. Blake has his face in his hands and no one from his family is even talking. They all look shocked. I'm sure none of them had any idea of what he had done. And if they did, then he probably didn't tell them what exactly happened. Ten minutes later, the session continues and we wait for the Judge to be seated and has the defense and defendant counsel stand. "Memb
"Miss Kyrah, what was your relationship with my client at that particular time?" he asks and I nearly roll my eyes but Mrs. Allen saves me from responding to the idiot. He's asking stupid questions. Idiot Elliot. "Objection, Your Honor!" she says, with a lot of confidence. "Sustained," the Judge says and she continues speaking and Elliot sits down. "During the first hearing, everything was made very clear that my client and the accused were in a relationship, but at the time of the accident, they had already broken up. Which leads to my question," she says and walks to stand in front of Blake. "Where were you during the night of the accident?" Silence. Blake is hesitating. His jaw is trembling and he's licking his dry lips. I bet a big lie is about to pop out of his mouth. "My son was at home with his mother, just the two of them–" Max Dawson begins and stands up but the judge silences him. "Silence in court, let the accused answer for himself," the Judge says, sending Blake's
Kyrah's POVWe just arrived in court and the way the Dawson family and relatives are looking at us, tells me that they are angry, maybe worried or even stressed. Carla keeps throwing glances at me. Her wet eyes begging me to do something. To even stop all of this but I can't. There's no turning back. I mean, what did Blake expect? The world to be full of happiness and roses for him when he had caused such a tragic thing to me and Scott? Hell no! They say whatever you do or say will always come back to you. Garbage in, garbage out. If he hadn't caused the accident, we wouldn't be here with his family glaring at me like I'm the one guilty of the crime. His grandparents are here, his father and other relatives I barely know. I can tell that this hearing is going to be a very heated one. I even carried a bottle of water with me. When everyone is inside the courtroom, the Bailiff then stands upright and faces our direction."All rise for the Honorable Judge, Ronald Bradshaw," he announce
"Excuse me?" I begin. "Is this your son, ma'am?" one asks my mom and she nods. She's frowning already. I don't know why, but I don't have a good feeling about this. "Blake Dawson, you are under arrest. You're being charged with attempted murder," the second officer says. "What?!" both dad and mom ask in unison as their jaws drop at the same time. This is the moment I never saw coming. I never expected this to happen to me. The first officer takes a step forward and reaches out to grab my arm but my dad steps in the way. "You're not taking my son anywhere without a warrant of arrest," dad says furiously. The second officer takes out a document and hands it to dad, who reads it together with mom. On my side, my entire body feels frozen, and my heart is beating at a very rapid speed. My armpits have already began sweating. Is the room spinning? I swallow dryly as dad stares at me and I wonder what he's thinking. "I'm afraid your son is going to have to come with us to the station
Blake's POVFor two days now, I haven't set foot out of the house, nor have I had any alcohol. I have been locking myself up in my room, only leaving to go get my meals and carry them back to my room.I've been thinking alot on what that sweet stranger told me the other day, and also considering what my mom said.I should move on and break this cycle that I am in. Always angry, drunk or having a massive hangover.When I walk into the kitchen, mom doesn't hear me, so when I clear my throat, it startles her and she jumps, nearly dropping the spatula she's holding. She's cooking scrambled eggs. I know those are mine, since she loves her eggs sunny side up."Morning," I say while I scratch my cheek and sit on a stool on the island.She looks surprised that I even spoke to her."Good morning, son. How are you feeling today?" she asks and goes ahead to serve the scarmbled eggs on to a blue plate and places it in front of me. Then she adds some toast and bacon to the plate and she places a g