"So adorable," Carla speaks, bringing us back to reality. "You both know I can't work with you being all lovey-dovey in my kitchen. I have to clean up." She shrugs while grinning at us. "Alright, we're sorry, go ahead and finish up cleaning, we'll be in the living room," Blake says and places his palm at the small of my back and guides me to the living room. When we're well cuddled up on the large white couch, Blake's phone rings in his pocket. I lift myself from him as he reaches into his pocket and pulls the phone out. He checks the screen and frowns deeply. "Who is it?" I ask and he sighs while holding the phone, which is still ringing in his hand. "My mom," he replies and I flinch as if his words just cut through my skin. "Oh," I say, trying so hard not to pick that phone and insult her. "Go ahead and talk to her. Get to hear what she has to say." Blake only shakes his head and ascends from the couch. He answers the call and walks out of the living room. The muscles on his ba
"Where was Cruella?" Scott asks, as he walks into the kitchen. "Hey, Kyrah." "Hey," I answer."She met that maniac at the Dawson house yesterday," Roxy answers. Scott frowns and I know he doesn't like what he just heard. He knows I went there yesterday and the fact that I just got home right now, means I slept at Blake's. He's clever and I know from his silence, he's joining the dots. "Luckily I managed to get rid of her, in a way I never thought I would after she tried to kill me. You know what just... just forget about the Dawsons. There's just too much that's going on with them." I open the refrigerator and take some mango juice, then pour it into a glass. "Wait," I say and pick three other glasses. "I sent Vic a text earlier. Where is he? I have some great news." "At my house," Scott says and I turn to look outside the window. Scott's kitchen faces my kitchen, and his bedroom faces my bedroom too. Coincidentally, Vic is in the kitchen, sipping a glass of water. Roxy opens the
Blake's POV As I wait for my mom to arrive, my eyes study the amazing interior of the hotel I'm in. Thoughts flood my mind every second that passes. I smile as I recall the night I had with Kyrah and later on frown when I remember the reason that brought her there. My fucked up life. My almost-broken family. My dad doesn't want to see my mom at all, but I want to have a conversation with both of them. Right here. Today. An idea crosses my medulla and I immediately begin calling my dad. I want him to come here but I won't tell him that mom will be here too. Immediately I walk to the balcony and press the phone onto my ear. "Son," Dad answers after clearing his throat twice. "Dad, can we... talk? Maybe meet up somewhere? Where are you?" I ask, tapping the metallic rail of the balcony. He sighs before replying. "I'm at your grandfather's," he says, atleast he's not too far. "Where do you want us to meet?" he asks and I inform him of my whereabouts. "I'm at the Four Seasons hotel. Do
She takes a moment to blow smoke out of her mouth and stares down at her feet. "The trucks that ship the grape products, I used some of them." She shakes her head and hides her face by placing her palm on it. "I had several guys who would deliver the drugs. But don't worry, the police don't have any evidence... yet," she tells me and I shake my head. Sooner or later they'll get the evidence and I don't want to imagine what could happen if they do. "Wait... You used the employees from the company?" I ask, frowning. "No. Just some random men," she says. "All of this happened right under our noses." I hear a familiar voice from behind us. Mom and I turn to find dad standing right there. It seems to me like he's heard everything mom just said. "Max... Darling–" she starts but he cuts her off."I'm not your darling any more. I heard what you just said. You cheated on me, gave away all my money and now brought shame on the Dawson name by dealing with drugs? What else are you hiding fro
Kyrah's POVI spent the entire night fantasizing. It's an honor to be invited to such a unique event and what I know is, I'll definitely dress to kill. I'm actually anxious about it. Too bad Blake won't be coming. I don't think I'll ever tell him anything about the event. I just talked to my parents a few minutes ago and I'm waiting for Scott to come over with Vic and Roxy, who just went to get something from Vic. When she comes back, she finds me in the living room watching TV, comfortably seated on the couch. She's dragging her feet on the floor and halts in front of me and she pouts. "I know we're supposed to go looking for the best attires in the world right now but... My dad just called, he wants us to check out a few houses, not too far from here. About ten minutes away," she says. I raise my eyebrows. "He got you a house already?" I smile broadly. "Well, not exactly, but he wants us to choose one and then we can move in later. I told him we have all this planning we have
Moments later, Scott walks back with two large cups of ice-cream and when he places them on the table, jealousy makes my throat feel drier than the desert. My jaw drops. "Why didn't you tell me you were getting blueberry ice-cream?" I pout out of disappointment and cross my arms in front of me. "Look at you, pouting like that," he chuckles and seats down. "Vanilla is your favorite, blueberry is my favorite." I love vanilla ice-cream but blueberry is sweet too and my desire for his blueberry ice-cream grows when he scoops a spoonful into his mouth as he closes his eyes, enjoying every bit of it. He takes another scoop and directs it into his mouth and for some reason I wonder what that mouth could do to someone's daughter. Focus! "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks."I want some of your ice-cream," I say calmly."Alright, open your mouth," he says and scoops a spoonful but instead of directing it into my mouth, he makes me follow the spoon around as I try to lick a litt
"Oh. My. Goodness! Kyrah, you look amazing!" Roxy compliments me and I smile back at her. We're at my house and everyone else is here. Maeve and Wren are here while Vic and Johnny are at Scott's, getting ready. I can't believe today is the big day. The D-day! I've been getting goosebumps every time I think about it. We've been preparing ourselves for days and finally, the day that we've all been waiting for is finally here! We're going to a masquerade ball! Roxy's dad paid for all our attires a few days ago and today, Roxy brought in some of the best hairdressers and makeup artists from around town, to help us look fabulous. Yesterday, we ladies, went to get our nails done and later relaxed at a sauna, courtesy of Roxy, my millionaire best friend.As of now, everyone is all dressed up and ready to leave. We call the boys over as we wait for our ride to arrive. Mr. Trent promised he'd take care of our transportation, to and fro. Tonight, I'm in a red, off shoulder, lace ball gown, wh
In less than an hour we arrive at the Meridian Square Garden, where lots and lots of fancy vehicles are beginning to flood. We take a glimpse of the row of gleaming limousines, Rolls Royces and Bentleys outside, stretching as far as our eyes can see. All of us are staring out the windows as Bobby tries to find his way to the entrance so that he can drop us off."Look at all these people!" Wren gasps loudly. "And the cars, and their outfits... this... this is fucking amazing!" we all turn to look at her. It's quite rare for Wren to use the word 'fucking' anywhere. "Stop staring you guys, I'm just excited." She grins."And from what I'm seeing, our dress code is perfect for the event," I say after seeing a couple of ladies walk from their Bentley in quite large gowns."I wouldn't even want to imagine how it would have been if we were wearing outfits that didn't match the theme. We'd probably be featured on E-News on 'the worst dressed people' at the masquerade party." Roxy places a han
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