LAURA'S POV.I pushed open my eyes; a night yawn eased through my lips while I rolled around in bed. My arms felt a bit cramped, but then it all came to me: memories of the previous occurrences I had been in the room with Sebastain; he was crying; I helped him into the bed when he fell asleep; but he has drawn me closer to him, faces inches apart.I recalled watching his face while he slept, his lips, the perfect shades of light pink, how moist they were. I remember trying to trace my fingers around it, but I couldn't. I was scared and worried to death. Whatever it was, I wanted it handled in the most proficient manner.What I don't remember was him walking out of bed or me falling asleep.“My lady.” I jolted up on hearing the voice; my heart hammered against my chest until I caught sight of Helen, who stood hovering around the bed. She had a stoic expression, and I could tell she wasn't pleased.“How long have you been waiting to scare the hell out of me?” I asked, still holding on
LAURA'S POV.“It seems you are off again.” I retorted, balling my hands and holding whatever it was that I felt at the moment. I was pained, angry, and restless. This was the same woman who wouldn't let me out of her sight when my father was still alive.The same woman who would wait by the doorstep for me all day of high school—the same woman who had given everything and anything up for me—a lot had changed.I stared at her, my eyes scanning through from the strand of her hair to her toes. I could not decipher what rammed through my mind; it bothered me seeing how quick she was to change her opinions and thoughts. I swallowed hard, reeling it in.Did I ever know her to begin with? I mean, I believed I did, but then some new man came out of nowhere. Of course, I had problems moving out of that hell hole of a town, but now that I think of it, I saw this new man of hers until we got to the hood. How long have they been having an affair-like sort of relationship?.How long had they bee
LAURA'S POV.“Are you sure you are fine?” Chris asked, and he gestured that I sat beside him. It was a not-alone moment given the fact that he had the same facial features as Sebastian but acted differently! More like a gentleman, I really couldn't place my finger on it, but it was safe to say I felt more reassured and relaxed with him around.“I'd rather stand; it's such a beautiful view up here.” I admitted, uncertain if I really wanted to stare out at the bye or just that I didn't trust myself well enough to sit by his side.I swallowed hard seeing how terrible his things became for me. Ans was quite embarrassed to find out that Chris might have overheard everything we said.“How much did you hear?” I asked him, a little smile serving as teasing. I hope to hear the answer I was so desperate for.“I heard a lot, mostly everything, and I was cool. I'm not pissed or anything. I decided to drop by and check on my new mother, but she appeared to be in a heated argument with her daughter
LAURA'S POV.“What's your idea of fun, Laura?" He asked, staring directly into my orbs."Oh, a bit!.” I added in, still confused with worry written all over my face. I had stayed up later than I expected.“You have never done anything quite fun before, have you?” He asked again, and I shook my head. He flashed me a bright smile before gesturing that I walk closer to him.“Well, good enough. Come in. Let's go. I wouldn't want to overwhelm you, so we'll go slow, okay?”“You are wearing this??” He asked the first words that eased up his lips as soon as his eyes landed on mine. I didn't have the fair choice of a wardrobe change. I had fallen asleep, and certainly he seemed like he was prepared to throw a fit if he had spent a single minute more in the room.“Yes, it's still neat. Just a little wrinkle." I lied, knowing so well that I had been in it all day.“Let's get you fixed; I can't let you think you're this when coming along with me.” He explains, and my eyes grow up, knowing he was
LAURA'S POV.“This looks a little too revealing.” I complained, drawing down the hem of the skirt. He took a long look at me, the type that sent jolts down my spine, his eyes scanning from my head to my toes, which made me really bothered.But I loved it, somewhere, deep down in my carnal desires I knew so well. I loved the obsessed look in his eyes, even when I had told him to make things clean, clear, and shoved in the past between us. Even when I had lied about his obsessiveness and controlling attitudes being a pain in my ass as much as I had lied about each bit, I loved the look in his eyes, the lustful glances he passed at me.“We'll take this one.'' He ordered the staff who had been helping me change clothes all along, his eyes still fixed on mine as he spoke.“Okay, should we bag it up?.” the staff asked, but he nodded negatively, his eyes still against mine.“We are to leave like this; you can have the previous ones dropped into the bin, and how many clothes did she put on to
Chris point of view I passed a glance at her, but she was far too busy sulking, and it worked way well with me. Of course, I hadn't lied about it being a family diner; as a matter of fact, I had other intentions down within me for asking her to come along.But I had seen the information he had passed down to me; all through the night, Matt had sent me the background check he ran through on Harry, but with the situation of her getting pissed and being unable to sleep, I had no time to check.However, as soon as we hit the road, II scrolled through my messages and had my attention pinned against them. I felt all the anger within me rise. It was no joke; it was the bitter truth, the real effect of everything.Apparently, Harry was not who he had pictured himself out to be. I knew something was sneaky as fuck about the man, and yes, it worked well in my line seeing as everything came up as a waste on his end. I was not bothered. at least not that much when it settled on his words,But t
Laura'S POV.“Where did you pick her up? She's weird.” The young lady spoke as she pushed the door open, her statement directed at me while her gaze remained on Chris, who passed me an annoyed glare. I pinned my eyes back to the floor hastily, biting army fingers aggressively. “Laura met my sister Bianca. This is Laura, my personal assistant.” Chris explained as he walked past the both of us.“What's with the glare? You've not seen a dark-skinned person before? '' she asked before slamming the door behind me and walking out into the room while I swallowed hard, following behind.“Grandmum, grandad! Chris brought a girl home, and guess what? She's racist.”“I'm not!.” I complained, cutting into her points all at once while our gazes both remained fixed straight at each other.“I'm not racist.” I added in again, and I followed in behind her. Chris had not bothered to say a thing.We walked deeper into the room and escaped my lips. I hastily palmed my mouth, trying to hide the loud gas
CHRIS POV.“mum! Seriously? What's with the question, quite embarrassing me.” I cut into her words passing a glare at Laura who hesitated immediately, why was she making me think there was more to it? She was never to shut the hell up and was always too toward but thanks to her silence things had gotten white worse.“son, your mother and I will support you in any decision you make, I personally do not care much about your we just want you to be happy, and we need you to have a family, boy, girl, trans, I don't really mind just settle down, you've done enough of single year's people are talking.” dad explained, still giving himself the done time to dine as he spoke.“really? You both aren't going to say anything?.” I asked my questions directed at both Bianca and ricky. As they both passed me a curious questioning glance.“oh please, it really is none of that, well on for starters how about we talk much About other things I see you didn't inform your secretary here what the deal is