Outside the house, as the police drag Reyna to one of their cars, she stops and spits at Max's feet. "Mom! Carla!" Blakes runs to her and his eyes look teary the moment he sees Carla behind me. "Carla are you okay?" he asks cupping her cheek. "It's always Carla this, Carla that! Carla! Carla! Carla! What about me? Doesn't anybody care about me?" Reyna yells as an officer pulls her. "Let her talk." Max stops the officer. "I hate you. All of you. Look what you made me do, Max. You've made me a monster." She sobs and sniffles. "For the record, you've always been one ever since I met you," Max says and she spits in his face. "Fuck you!" she yells and she tries to escape the officer's tight grip. ****Blake's POV"Mom, please. Stay calm. We'll get you help as soon as po–" I start but mom cuts me off. "Don't call me that!" she shouts and glares at me. "Call you what? Mom? You're my mom what are you talking about?" I frown and move closer to her. I try to touch her arm but she back
Kyrah's POVI waited to feel something, anything at all, but nothing. Even when he touched me, there was no spark. Nothing. He doesn't affect me in any way now. But right now as I walk past his gates, there's a huge lump growing in my throat. I thought that maybe seeing him would make me feel tingly or all fuzzy and warm inside or maybe feel pain but all I feel right now is regret.My biggest regret is that I wasted time with someone who barely even knew me. He didn't even bother to ask what my hobbies were or anything like that. If asked, I'd say Blake Dawson is selfish. All he cares about is himself. He's selfish and he is two-faced. I am glad I don't have to be part of his life anymore. I don't know why my eyes are watery, but I can truthfully say that I am not crying because we broke up, I got done with that phase. I am crying because I have been set free. Free from all the lies and hurt.When I remember how much pain I went through, I release a loud sob. I really don't like being
On our way to the beach, I stare out the window and embrace the beauty that's around me. We usually drive along the coast road and from where we are, the ocean is visible on my right. I can see a couple of seagulls flying around and I admire them. They look so free. My phone rings and I cross my fingers and hope that it's not Blake again. Scott throws me a glance. I look at the screen and I thank God that it's only Roxy. I answer and put her on speaker. "Roxy," I say. "Where are you? I came over to your house and you weren't there. Scott isn't at his place either," she says. "Oh, I'm with Scott, we're headed to the beach. What's up?" I ask as I tuck my hair behind my ear and stare out the window. "Kye is back and I was hoping you guys will come for a sleepover. Wren is coming too," she says happily. "Err..." I turn to Scott and he answers on my behalf. "Sounds great, Roxy. We'll be there." Scott smirks at me and I suddenly feel hot. I need to breathe. I open the window by one
Kyrah's POV"Kyrah, wake up! You're gonna be late." Roxy's voice startles me and I shoot up from the bed looking around me. Scott isn't here. Roxy burges into the room in shorts and Kye's blue shirt. We've been sleeping over at Roxy and Vic's place ever since Kye came back, even Snow is around. It's been a week now. "Late? What are you talking about?" I pause and yawn loudly. They say yawning can be contagious because Roxy yawns right after I do."Don't spread your lazy ass yawns to me again, wake up, you need to shower. I already went to your house and got you your clothes. Also, your mum called me, since you weren't picking your phone, she said they're coming back tonight... or is it tomorrow night. I don't remember. Just get your ass up!" she yells pulling the comforter off me and I whine like a child as I hold on to myself. "Where are we going? Where's Scott? What time is it?" I ask without a pause and Roxy smirks."One, you're the one who's going somewhere, not me. Two, Scott t
As we walk further from the truck, a lady passes by and I spot her ogling at Scott's abs and without any warning I stop, grab Scott's hand and he halts, then I pull his shirt to the middle of his chest and begin to button it down. As I glare at the lady and she gives me a dramatic eye roll. When she's far gone, I look up at Scott and he's grinning at me. "Seems like someone doesn't want any competition, huh?" he asks. "Excuse me? She was staring at you way too much. That was inappropriate. Her eyes nearly fell off her face and I swear I saw her drooling for a second there," I say as I cross my hands in front of my chest and Scott let's out a warm laughter and I chuckle. "Don't you want them to look at my chest?" he lifts an eyebrow. He's been all flirty lately. Sometimes I'm not even sure if he's joking or serious. "No!" I say and change the topic. "Where'd you get that truck anyway?" "It's my dad's. It barely leaves the garage though. I thought I'd take it for a ride," he says,
Kyrah's POV"Wow!" I exclaim in disbelief, my eyes slightly wide. I don't know how he did it, but it's beautiful. Right at the back of the truck, there's an airbed matress, a couple of different colored pillows, blue, purple, orange, etc, and a large fuzzy blanket and all around the back of the truck, there are twinkle lights which he has now turned on."Do you like it?" he asks eagerly, pocketing his hands and pursing his lips. "Like it? I love it?" I squeak and hug him and he hugs me back.He heaves a sigh of relief and rakes his fingers through his hair. "Cool, hop in and let's watch the stars for a couple of minutes... or an hour or two maybe," he chuckles and grabs my waist then lifts me up on to the back of the truck. As I make myself comfortable under the blanket, he walks to the passenger seat and walks to the back with a pair of earphones and two drinks, a coke for him and mountain dew for me. I watch him as he gets under the blanket and when his thigh accidentally touches
He takes his earphones and plugs them into his phone and he hands it to me. He then takes one side of the earphones and wears it and I take the other one. He instructs me on what to do, so I switch his phone on and go to his music player and there's a playlist labeled, K.S.I swallow hard. Do those initials mean what I think?No, no, no. You're just tripping."Okay, so just play each of the songs and please, just listen carefully and don't ask questions yet." He bites his lip and I giggle as I click on the first song, Heaven by Kane Brown. I nearly squeak at the guys thick and deep masculine voice. The lyrics make me want to smile. I try to hold it in but honestly I just can't. I grin at Scott and he grins back. The song is so beautiful, with the chorus so catchy. I tap a finger on my thigh as I listen. 'Everybody's talking about heaven like they just can't wait to go...' the song plays and I smile. When the song ends, I play the next one which I love so much. Just a kiss by Lady A
Scott's POV I have been waiting for this moment for quite a long time. She's driving me crazier than before now that her body is plastered against mine. I can feel her warmth. I can taste her lips very well and she tastes of blueberry ice-cream right now. She's kissing me and I can't even believe it at all. I will definitely make her mine, all mine. My fingers dig deep into her hair slowly as my lips and tongue work their magic. The moment she sits on my bulging area, I flip and groan, pulling her closer to me and my hands go underneath her clothes. She took off the swim suit she was wearing earlier at a nearby changing room and now she's wearing nothing but the flannel shirt and no bra. No fucking bra! Fuck! Slowly, my hands find their way to her perky breasts and oh-my-fucking-goodness, they feel so soft, firm and her nipples are very erect. When I pinch them slightly, she moans my name. "Scott!" she whispers and something deep inside me flips. Fuck! I want her so bad, so
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