Roxy's POV
I groan when I look at the dress I'm supposed to wear.
"Urgh! Dressing up twice in less than a week sucks as hell!" I pause and yawn, "I'm hungry."
"What do you mean, 'dressing up'?" Kyrah asks me and I shrug.
"I mean, wearing these outfits, they don't look like what I usually wear. Well I was excited to go to Rosewood but this time round, I just don't feel like dressing up. These dresses and heels can be quite uncomfortable you know. I hardly even wear dresses. Do I have to wear it?" I whine.
"It's the only one you can wear. Plus, if you refuse to wear it, you'll end up being the odd one out. I've been to that place and people there don't joke when it comes to dressing up," she says combing her hair carefully as she stares at herself in the mirror.
"So you mean our daily outfits are a joke?" I raise an eyebrow and cross my arms in front of me and she turns look at me.
"Well... You can say that. If w
Cautiously we walk in to the art gallery and all I can smell is paint, expensive colognes and wood and something else that I can't quite tell. People from one corner to another are busy observing the different artistic paintings and sculptures.There's a low hum in the room and some soft instrumental playing in the background.At one side of the room, a couple of people are staring at a piece that looks like a blob. We all stop and stare at it. Vic whispers to me."I don't know what all these other people see, they're looking at it like there's something extraordinary there but there isn't. It's just paint and that's definitely a lousy blob. If I was any more underwhelmed I'd yawn right now, but I was raised better," he says and I chuckle quietly.Kyrah smiles. "Well, if beauty is in the eye of the beholder, why not art? Although I honestly don't see anything special, it's just a blob, right? Snow would have done better with his tail dipped in
"Whoa! Hold on a sec, one, two, three million dollars for a piece I made when I was a kid? A painting that can't be compared to the Monalisa by Leonardo Da Vinci?" I am shook. How is this even possible. Nothing makes sense. "So who did you buy it from," Vic finally asks the question that I was about to ask. It's like he read my mind. We all stare at the man in front of us, waiting for a reply. "I am not in a position to discuss that right now. It's part of the puzzle," he says. "Oh my... Why isn't anybody telling us anything? This is annoying and frustrating," I complain as I pinch the bridge of my nose. Here we go again with the puzzle shit. I've never used my brain this much in a very long time, since school is not part of my schedule now. "So you mean that Roxy and Vic are now millionaires?" Kyrah asks, her eyes look like they're about to pop out. "Yes," the French man says. "As I said, I won't keep you here for long. Any other questions?" I squint as I think of any question
"Hey, you," he coos and my eyes widen. "Hey, me?" I giggle, "Where did that come from?" "Nowhere," he chuckles "You're up so early today." "Yeah. I couldn't sleep so I thought of studying for the finals." I bite my lower lip, still staring at his window. Little did I know that he'd draw his curtains.So here we are, both of us looking at each other through the windows, holding on to our phones. He stares for a while without saying anything."You look beautiful," he says and my cheeks flash red. I can feel my entire body going warm. I think I look like a crazy cockatoo, if you ask me."Thank you," I say and I notice I'm in my grey, extra large tshirt that reaches the middle of my thighs. I'm wearing no shorts underneath but he can't see below my waist. My hair is unruly with my curls running wildly down my shoulders and face. He's in a black vest and I can see his huge biceps. I swallow hard. "You okay, Bailey?" he breaks the silence. "I'm fine, Stone." I think I like it when he
The final exams of the semester lasted a week and they were a bit fair. Considering the fact that I didn't study thoroughly. Although my friends really helped me when we were studying. I'm in my hostel packing up, ready for my holiday when my phone rings. It's Jim. I stare at the phone for a few seconds as it rings in my hand. "What does he want?" I ask myself. "Who is it?" Maeve asks, folding her bedsheets neatly and placing them on the bed. "Jim." I press the receive button and press the phone to my ear. "Hey, Jim?" I say. "Hey, have you already left yet? I kind of want to talk to you. There's something you should know and it's important," he sounds shy and nervous as usual. I frown. What could that be that's so urgent? "Okay, where can I find you?" I ask as I turn to face Maeve. "Cafeteria. Is Maeve with you? Please tell her to come too," he sighs, "This is insane." I think that wasn't meant for me, he's probably talking to himself. "We're on our way, now," I say and hang
I blow air out of my mouth, standing next to the table. Scott and Roxy are watching me closely as I pinch the bridge of my nose. "So now Roxy and I have puzzles to solve. This is exhausting," I say as I sit back down and slam my palms on the table. "Urgh! Tell me about it," Roxy complains, rolling her eyes. "Mine is even worse. I have no idea who 'S' is! If it hadn't gotten this far, I'd have thought Scott was pulling a prank on me." Scott laughs and I join in."What? His name starts with an S. Both of his names start with an S. But it's not him, 'cause he definitely doesn't know my aunt, Olivia, so..." Roxy shrugs once she finishes talking. "You know what, since you're here, come help me pack up. Scott doesn't need any packing to do," I say, pulling Roxy from her seat."It's been a while since I chilled in my apartment, I've been doing alot of cleaning up this week after studying," Scott says. "You? Cleaning up?" Roxy blinks rapidly. "Yeah, can't a man live in a clean place? My
Once we're done packing, Roxy helps me carry my stuff to my car and I lock them in the trunk."That's everything, right?" she asks while placing her arms on her waist. I nod in response and she tosses the car keys in the air and grabs them almost immediately. "Alright then. I guess I better get going. Say hi to Blake–""You did not just say that!" I gasp. "What? Can't I be a good in-law?" she shrugs and I laugh. "In-law? Really? I know you never meant that, so stop calling yourself an in-law," I say and she smiles and shakes her head. "Bloody hell, you know me too well! Yeah, I didn't mean it, but he's your boyfriend, so... I am trying so hard not to be mean," she says, blowing air out of her mouth. "I know, you're the meanest person I've ever met–" she cuts me off. "Oh hell no! Have you forgotten about the she-devil, Cruella Deville? She's the mean one here, not the other way around," she jokes. We both laugh. "Yeah, I almost forgot about Sabrina. It feels good to finally bre
We walk straight to the pool and find Blake by the pool with his legs dipped in the water. He's already changed into swim shorts. A glass of orange juice is by his side and a plate with sandwiches. "What took you so long? I thought you bailed out," he complains. "Girl talk," I say, sitting next to him, my feet hitting the water clumsily. The water feels warm. Carla seats on a chaise lounge and takes a bite of her sandwich. "Girl talk huh? Were you talking about me?" he questions. I laugh. "No. But we would have if we had the time." I grab a sandwich and some juice from a tray behind us and start munching on the sandwich immediately. "This is so good, Blake," I say, chewing away. "You like it?" he asks. "I love it!" I say. Once we're done Blake and I jump into the water, Carla hesitates. "I'm not that good at swimming," she claims. "I'm not that good either, just get in and feel the water, like me. I do that alot, trust me," I say. I've never learned how to swim. Roxy once
I still feel proud of myself. Yesterday after I smacked the hell out of Sabrina, I knew that she's just a scared girl. Ofcourse, I didn't forget to tell Roxy and right now as we're having breakfast, she can't help but grin at me. "I guess we've both changed. It's good that you're now standing up for yourself," Roxy says and immediately the door bell rings. "Mom, could you get that please?" I yell, tapping my bowl of cereal with my spoon.I can hear mom's footsteps to the front door and she opens it and... "Oh, how lovely to see you Scott and who's your friend?" I hear mom say and Roxy stares at me. The only person mom doesn't know who'd be with Scott right now is Kye, because mom knows Tyler and Jim."Kye's here," I whisper and Roxy's eyes go wide and she hurriedly swallows down her cereal and gobbles down the remaining contents in her bowl, wiping her mouth with the back of her arm. "How do I look? Am I okay? Is my hair fine?" she looks at the black hoodie she's wearing. "Yurgh!
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