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
"You're awfully quiet, Stone," I say. "I'm being attentive, Bailey." He smiles and sips his champagne. "You do realize this will be the best event we attend right before we go back to campus." "Right.... And I'm glad you're all here with me. This is going to be the best night ever!" I grin at him and he pushes a large curl of my hair from my bare shoulder, his fingers on my skin make me blush and I look away. "Well, this is an oddly programmed event, but who cares if they award people at the beginning of the event," I say."Let's wait and see," Scott whispers into my ear and my entire body warms up when his breath caresses my skin. The various categories include: Best dressed celebrity, best fashion designer, best political figure, best social media influencer, best musician, best actor and actress and so many other categories that I didn't think ever got recognized.I screamed louder everytime a celebrity I knew received an award, like when Dacre Montgomery got awarded best actor.
"Well... I just want you to myself, besides, I'm sure Roxy will refuse to dance to slow music. She's just not the type," Kyrah says. "You want me all to yourself, huh?" I wink at her and she blushes. "Oh, come on, stop teasing. Let's get something to bite. Roxy's over there," she says and I spot Roxy taking a bite of some shrimp. People all over are busy conversing hence the low hum around this place. Soft, orchestral music is still playing and it's soothing my ears. "Is it good?" Kyrah asks. "Best shrimp ever!" she says. As Kyrah and I help ourselves, I notice that the others are nowhere to be seen, so it's just Kyrah, Roxy and I and a bunch of masked strangers. Just when we're done eating, some guy in a navy tuxedo approaches us and introduces himself as Prada, his code name for the night. So there's definitely got to be a Gucci out there, and a Fendi, maybe a Chanel and Louis Vuitton even. "I've noticed you have two ladies with you, care to share one with me?" his eyes move i
Reyna Dawson's POV (Blake's mom)"Max, where are you going?" I ask him but he ignores me and continues taking out his shirts and trousers, coats and every single piece of clothing he owns, out of our closet. I was reading a book in bed, waiting for him to come to bed but he only came in, not saying a word, and opened the closet, walked in and began what he's been doing for the last ten minutes. Since we came back to our house, things haven't been the same, even after we had a talk, he hasn't been sleeping with me in the same bed. Instead, he's been sleeping in the guestroom. I don't even know why my mind tricked me into thinking he'd come to sleep with me tonight. "Could you sleep here tonight?" I ask but he continues to ignore me and I leave the bed and walk into our large walk-in closet. I place my hand on his shoulder and he jumps and turns to face me. "Don't ever touch me again!" he growls and my jaw drops. "This is absurd! Why won't you sleep in the same bed with me? I am your
(*At the Masquerade Ball...*)Kyrah's POVRoxy has been complaining about her shoes. She doesn't like wearing high heels but for tonight, she'll have to try and survive. I'm used to heels so I've been laughing at her for the past few minutes. She's been dancing with Scott and now she's exhausted and I have no idea how. She walks back to where I've been seated watching them, as she complains."Gosh! My feet are killing me. I doubt I can stand up for long. And the dancing, oh, I'm just tired." "They've been playing slow music ever since we got here, how are you even tired?" I ask and she pants. "I just..." she pauses for air, "I need something to quench my thirst. Scott, please, it was amazing dancing with you but I need to rest," she says. "You're just being dramatic," Scott tells her and chuckles, folding his arms in front of him, making his muscles flex in the right places. "Yeah," I agree. "Okay, it's your turn now," she pats my back and winks at me, then she begins walking awa
"Roxy, bring your ass over here. I want to take a photo of my sexy bestie," I tell Roxy who swallows her drink and stands next to Wren and Vic, and I take a picture of them together and then Roxy all alone. The mini photo session goes on with Maeve and her man and then we ask a random waitress to take a photo of all of us. "Now, it's your turn, Kyrah," Vic says and I wonder why I even suggested taking photos in the first place. "I'm a little camera shy," I lie. "Oh, stop that! We know how you get as soon as you see someone taking photos of you. We all see your snapchat pictures too. You literally turn into some super model, now come over here. Scott, do what's supposed to be done." Roxy takes Vic's phone and hands it to him. At this moment, my heart starts beating so fast and I don't know why? Am I nervous? Is it Scott? Or what the hell is happening to me? "Okay, are you ready? Give me all you got." Scott smirks at me and I shy away, "Come on, no one's looking." "Fine," I say a
Saying that I'm shocked is an understatement. I can't even describe what I felt the moment I noticed Blake and Sabrina. The feeling is rapidly surrounding my heart and strangling it. Blake's jaw dropped seconds ago and we're just standing there staring at each other with nothing to say. My eyes carefully scan his outfit. He's in a black, slim-fit suit, his blazer with golden flower prints, expensive shoes and a watch and he's now holding his golden half face mask. Sabrina's yellow ball gown is not as large as mine but my eyes quickly shift from her the moment Blake takes a step forward and Scott takes one too and stands next to me. Blake looks as shocked as I am. None of us expected to find each other here and none of us told the other anything about attending this masquerade ball.Sabrina gasps. "Color me shocked! I didn't know such peasants are allowed into such places. I bet you sneaked your way in." She laughs and I sneer at her."Sabrina, leave them alone!" Blake barks at her b
"What was that for? Kyrah, you slapped me!" He looks shocked. "Yes I fucking slapped you and I will gladly do it again if you dare touch me once more. Don't you ever touch me again and don't you ever, come near me or Scott or any of my friends!" "Or what? You're going to slap me again? What does he give you that I don't? He doesn't even have money! I bet he even has a tiny dick–" Those were the last words he spoke before Scott's fist rammed into his face and I heard a cracking sound. His nose must be broken. Scott jumps on Blake and gives him countless blows in the middle of the large dome and people begin screaming for help. Oh my God! What is happening? "Scott, stop!" I try begging him to stop but his anger has taken over his senses. "Kyrah! What's going on—" Roxy stops right next to me and her eyes widen when she spots Scott on the floor. His fists are now covered in Blake's blood."He's here with Cruella," I say. "Finish the fucking bastard. He deserves it!" Roxy tells Sco
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