What in the hell was that?????
SKY POV“Samantha…”My voice trembled as a flood of emotions created turmoil inside of me, that tornadoes with an unknown intensity, creating havoc in my already buzzed mind. My eyes traveled down the length of the stranger’s body taking in her form, then traveled up again and settled on her face. How could…“You died…” a whisper escaped my lips while my mind tried to have a grasp of the situation because there was no way in hell or heaven was I seeing my sister, who died 4 fuckin’ years ago. “We buried you… How???” “Excuse me.” Kayden’s gravel voice rattled as he abruptly turned on his heel and disappeared within the throng of people, without even looking back. Every ounce of energy that was left inside of me, flew away with him sending the little clutch bag I had in my hands to the floor. “After all these years, and he still remains the same.” Her lips tilted in a lope-sided smile before she shook her head slightly, then took a step towards me before bending gracefully and retrie
KAYDEN POVToday had been nothing but a giant fit of success. From the looks of it, Sky’s studio was sold out even way before the clothes could come off the bodies of the models. Retailers from all around the world were literally wrestling to have Cutsiah in their stores, and everyone was screaming her name. To say I was proud would be the biggest belittlement of all times. I didn’t know what it is I could possibly do to show her how much I was proud of her, and how bad I was rooting for her. Seeing all her hard work displayed there, and a full smile on her face as she continued cackling and crying at the same time, I couldn’t help but want to take her far away and make love till we had 90 babies.After the runwalk and everything, we ran to the hotel for a quick change and then joined the party. Her eyes were literally everywhere. I always thought I loved architecture and the idea of building some thing buoyant and extravagant from the very scratch, but I swear I didn’t hold a candle
SKY POVThe week blurred by in an agonizingly slow pace. And with each ticking second, I continued drowning in a pool of my own tears as sorrow embraced me intimately. Every hour of my waking day and night, wherever I went, what I did, only one thought reigned in my mind. Samantha was alive.Despite the very obvious fact, and seeing her in front of my eyes, all solid and very much alive, I still couldn’t bring myself to come to terms that she was still with us. My mind refused to accept it, and the state in denial was just as diabolic because whenever my eyes fell on her, a part of me broke inside of me.But what was even worse was the thought of going to her after the hateful words I said to her. The gruesome thing of it all is that she was there, in everything I was involved in, she was there. All I had to do was throw my eyes ahead and I would see her, deep within the crowd rooting for me like nobody else.As for Kayden, I hadn’t heard from him since, and the idea of returning to A
SKY POVThe thing is, I did know what I was going to find back in Atlanta. I did know what Samantha’s return would mean to every folk in Georgia and how things were going to change in just a night. But that still didn’t prepare me for the thing I found back at the manor.I knew that with everything that had happened in New York, especially Samantha's sudden appearance, there were like, zero chances of Kayden and me to ever getting back together. I mean I knew it that our fate was sealed, but walking into a stone-cold house, with no one but myself, hurt in more ways I didn’t think. A great wave of sadness sank deeper into me when I walked into our bedroom, which was dark, gloomy, and awfully lifeless. Everything that occurred in here seemed pointless like it was just a long dream that faded away with the morning light. The pain that came with the thought of it felt like a giant dagger that was sloshed into my heart, twisted, and turned all over. Diego knew things were going to be like
KAYDEN POV10 Days.Full, and awfully long 10 days since the last time I saw her. 10 full days since I discovered that my long-dead ex surprisingly sprung back to life. Oh wait, she wasn’t even dead, to begin with. To others, 10 days would seem like nothing, a couple of hours bundled together and spun off and prolonged. To me, it felt like a lifetime of torment and boundless persecution. Everything around me had fallen apart in just a second, and the days that followed were just a continued replay of what had happened.To say that the past days were easy on me would be one big fat lie. They were far from easy. I was far from being okay, and being alone with my thoughts felt like a different kind of torture where I kept spiraling down a dark, deep, bottomless pit of gruesome pain, falling without ever reaching the ground. My mind couldn't stop replaying everything that had happened. Every single second. My own thoughts screamed at me no matter what I did, and being alone had come to b
SKY POVThe girls’ company plus hard liquor were the exact distraction I needed to get my mind off the mess I was in. The night was still so young, but we emptied over 3 packs of ciders and were on the fourth one. I held my liquor so well, and it took some greater and stronger booze to get me smashed, but the light buzz was just enough to get me in the mood and make me forget about the problems of this life.That, plus the fact that everyone around me was smashed to their wits’ end. It was so funny to be the only one sober around drunks. Te’a broke down into a series of sobs at some point, and Luna was suddenly a chatterbox who deemed it necessary to tell us about all the things they did with Brandon in the bedroom. Some of them were straight out of the jokes dictionary because there was no way Brandon loved having his ass stretched by Luna’s fat toes. I mean I get it, they were a couple and I am sure they were up to some freaky stuff, but guys come on... All in all, I laughed so ha
KAYDEN POVThe morning arrived and without being told, I knew I had to fuck off from Ken’s place. Last night we had left it so sour that the idea of seeing his face first thing in the morning wasn’t so desirable. It’s not like I was mad at him or something; everything he had said was right but truthfully, it felt like he was turning his back on me when I needed him the most.I know I was being selfish and incessantly sensitive because I couldn’t always put myself above everyone else, but this time, right about now, I needed him around me. But then again, I couldn’t always be the priority now can i? Everyone had their own shit to deal with, and I couldn’t epitomize myself on everything. Without wasting any time, I got up early and left before he could even wake up. But I was human enough to send him a text letting him know I had left to the manor. For the past few days, I have been crashing at the hotel, if not the hotel then back at the office and it felt strange to be going home aft
SKY POVIt has been a full week since the grand resurrection of the national wife, 3 full days since I had fled from the manor running away from the mighty wrath of Kayden the Great, and over 76 hours of pure isolation and lockdown.Expectantly, the solitude I found at Diego’s place gave me time the space and time I needed to wrestle with my mind and cushion myself for almost everything that waited for me. Although I was tugged away safely from the hating fingers and prying eyes of the public that were impatiently waiting for me to arise from my hiding, that didn’t mean the universe had stopped slamming the nuts because I tell you, it was rough out there. It was hard most of the time, I won’t deny that. But the seclusion meant crying ugly tears with no pitiful ‘awwws’ and coos shoved in my face so I was more than thankful. Trust me, I was filled to my neck with pity that the idea of it was revolting.More so because I was suddenly this crybaby who wept at least four times a day, but