Mayeli blinked awake and took a few seconds to get familiar with her surroundings, then she remembered the afternoon with Killian and her cheeks burned.She turned around to his side of the bed was empty. There was a note lying beside her that was marked Mayeli. She smiled as she recognized Killian’s perfect handwriting.What is this man up to? Mayeli thought. Her heart was already racing. Her face threatened to split from ear-to-ear grin as she opened the piece of paper.Meet me on the balcony, the note read.Zuri flung her cream duvet away from her body and got out of bed. She felt both fear and the abandoned enthusiasm of a six-year-old child on Christmas morning. Was he about to do what she was thinking?She grabbed her purple robe, wore it and headed for the balcony. A table covered with at least five kinds of dinner options was in the middle of the balcony. Two chairs, a fancy tablecloth, and a bucket with a bottle of champagne on the side and the most gorgeous view of London. I
“It’s going to be okay,” Killian’s deep, husky voice said to Mayeli for probably the hundredth time. He was hugging her tightly in an attempt to keep her from falling apart.Mayeli wept like a baby. What was going to happen to Bryelle? Seeing her all covered in blood and looking lifeless on the floor, almost took the life out of her.“Maybe you should take her out for some fresh air?” Tyse said. “She’d do better with it.”“I’m not going anywhere. Not when my daughter is on the surgical table,” Mayeli snapped between hiccups.Mayeli knew Tyse was just trying to be helpful, but she was feeling very crappy at moment and she couldn’t help it. Plus, his suggestion may not be as helpful as he had thought.“Should I get you water or something?” Diora asked. Her voice sounded worried and scared.“Yes, please,” Killian replied. He was surprisingly calm, or was he just trying to be calm for her sake? Bryelle was precious to both of them, especially him, since he had only chest met her fully. Th
The tension in the air was thick enough for even the sharpest knives. Mayeli followed Killian to the doctor's office, their arms firmly clasped together.Killian drew out a seat for her, and she sat down. He drew another one for himself and sat down beside her.Killian’s Doctor stared at them for a few minutes, not saying anything.“Speak,” Killian commanded, his voice cold and impatient. Mayeli sent a look, and he had the grace to look sorry for just a few seconds before his cold mask returned in place. She almost laughed, despite her tears and anxiety. It had been a while since she saw this cold and commanding side of Killian.Doctor Gail cleared his throat. “I've run several tests since the last surgery we just performed, and I think I should perhaps run more before I break this news to you.”Mayeli felt her hands trembling and when she looked, she saw it was actually Killian’s clasped over her's. He was nervous.Killian looked away, and his free hands moved to his eyes.Mayeli’s
Mayeli stared at her full-length mirror with a smile. She was wearing a floral blue dress and she had packed her hair into a neat low bun. On her feet was a pair of silver wedges and she held a matching Zara purse.She had put in the effort to look pretty.It had been three weeks since Bryelle’s recovery, and everyone was running around to plan her and Killian’s wedding.Shaila was talking to the event planner inside her and Killian’s new apartment. Tyse was organizing the food sections, while Truce was speaking to the wedding cordinator. Her Mom had insisted of taking care of her wedding dress and she had gone to do that with Bryelle.Mayeli and Killian were going cake shopping. Their wedding was in two days and almost everything was set.Mayeli couldn’t remember the last time a smile hadn’t been on her face in the past three weeks. She had been so happy and so scared that everything was a good dream she would wake up from and be faced with her ugly reality.But each day, she had wok
“This looks nice,” Mayeli said, pointing at a white three-step cake that looked beautiful.Killian gave her a bored look that said, “Do whatever you want.” She had dragged him against his will to do the cake buying with her. Beautiful thing, he couldn’t say no to her.Mayeli turned to the receptionist, a young woman in her early twenties. “Can we taste this?”“Of course, Sir… Ma.” She had atransfiguredd smile on her face as she stared at Killian.Mayeli felt the urge to wipe off the smile from her face. Killian chuckled at her reaction. He was enjoying the situation?Mayeli glared at Killian, but in return he gifted her one of his charming smiles. He took the cake from the receptionist, cut a bit of it and gave it to Mayeli.She smiled and ate the cake. It tasted lovely.“How’s it?” Killian asked.“It’s good.”Killian tastes the cake himself and nods. “Seems like something I can easily beat.”“You bake?” The receptionist asks Killian, still smiling, this time seductively.I turn to
Killian is dead.“It’s been a month now, Mayeli, and you’re still not eating well. You’re barely visible; all I can see are bones and dark circles. I know he meant the world to you, but how long would you keep this way? Everyone is worried and your daughter is broken too, and I know you’re trying to be there for her, but you need to look out for yourself too…” Doctor Andrea was speaking, but she wasn’t listening. She hardly ever listened this day.“Mayeli!”Mayeli’s eyes flickered open. There was Andrea, disturbing her peace again. She pulled the sheets around herself tighter, not wanting to be spoken to. Bryelle was lying beside her on the bed in a deep sleep. She hadn’t slept like that for weeks since Killian died.“What do you want?” Mayeli asked Doctor Andrea, her voice barely a whisper.Andrea walked into her room with a smile. “I left earlier because you fell asleep. The chefs told me you and Bryelle ate a few minutes ago. I’m so happy. It means you’re getting better. How’s Brye
Playing Malibu Nights by LANY as I write.Mayeli wandered along the trail near a pond from the melting snows of winter. The sky was crystalline blue, the air cool. She filled her lungs with it and held it for a moment before letting it out slowly. Two bluebirds flitted overhead, dipping and swirling in a joyful dance to the hint of spring.It was midweek, mid-afternoon, the ides of March. Five days short of the first day of spring. Killian died on this day, just a year ago. He had betrayed her, leaving her to raise their child on her own.He had left a message, that was the last reminder of his lovely voice. “I’m so sorry, my sweetheart. Mayeli, I wish I had done better, given you all the nice treats and treated you like the princess that you are. I’m sorry I hurt you so much, my love. I feel like a mess right now because I know I’m only hurting you more. I don’t have much time, so I’ll say this.I’ll always love you, my princess and I hope we get to meet in our next life. I promise
Mayeli’s black Audi was the only one in the reserve parking area. Nixen found her keys in the ignition and her white Chanel purse still sitting on the front seat.“Oh gosh, Mayeli,” he whispered repeatedly, his heart pounding.Retrieving the keys and her purse, he tossed them into the trunk of his car for safekeeping. If she tried to take off, he didn’t want her to go too far. At least he can comfortably chase her on foot.He strode along the lonely and quickly darkening trail, looking for her. What was she wearing? He only cut a glimpse of her this morning.They had not talked much since he had wanted to go to work and he had an important case to settle. He stood for a while to think. His brain was all over the place, but he needed to concentrate.She had been wearing a straight denim skirt, lace-up black ankle boots, a white sweater, and a dark blue parka.Jumping the creek, he ran along the trail beside it. The steam snaked toward the west. He followed it for a half mile before he
Kreed laughed and stood up. He picked up the baseball bat he had been holding and threw it to Tyse.“Beat Killian to death with it, and I’d let you live. You did nothing to offend me, did you?”Mayeli’s eyes widened.“What?” Tyse asked.“You know it’s either you or him, right? Or mostly both. So why don’t you save yourself?”Mayeli thought of what to do to buy time. Of course, no one was coming to save them, since Kreed said he had taken care of the police, but she had no other option. She couldn’t watch what was about to happen. She’d rather die first.“Kreed, when did you become this evil? There’s still a way out of this, you don’t have to commit more murders.”Kreed laughed for a long time, and when he stopped, he faced Mayeli. “The day your father burnt down my family, he created an unrepentant monster. I only trained the monster. First I worked with the CIA, then with the FBI, then as a special intelligence security agent, and when I was convinced I had learnt everything I wanted
Mayeli and Killian turned to see Kreed standing a few feet from them. He was wearing the same outfit he had been wearing this morning before she had left him. Black turtle-neck top, black trousers, black boots and a dark brown long coat.But this time there was something different. He was wearing black gloves. But that wasn’t it. What was he doing here? How did he know she was here? She told no one.Kreed took a step forward, and Killian immediately reached for his pocket.Kreed was faster. “Let me borrow your words. I won’t dare if I were in your shoes because I’ll shoot you down without hesitation. Now rid yourself of your weapons and don’t try to play smart.”Killian did as he was told.Mayeli couldn’t believe her ears. This was Kreed, right? Or did he have a twin? Or perhaps was this a replica of him? Or cloning? She didn’t understand. Why was Kreed pointing a gun at them?“Kreed. What’s happening? I don’t understand.” But Mayeli was beginning to understand. She recognized the loo
“You should drive faster!” Killian barked at Tyse.“At this rate, we’d probably die in an accident before we get to her,” Truce screamed.Killian turned to him. “Do you deserve to live?”Truce shook his head. “No. Tyse, drive faster!”He was still mad at his friends for abandoning Mayeli when he was away for the stupid reasons they gave. He had trusted them to take care of her while he was away, but they had done just the opposite. They had begged and apologized severally, but he wasn’t forgiving them yet. He’d make them work for their forgiveness, and so far, they’ve been doing just that.“Maybe you should take the wheel!” Tyse barked at Truce. “I’ll drive faster, Killian,” he replied, Killian with a smile.“If that bitch, Shaila so much as touch my woman, I won’t hesitate to strangle her with my hands”, Killian said through his teeth.How could he have missed the signs?He had known Shaila wasn’t the sister she pretended to be, and he had known she was still obsessed, but he didn’t
“I don’t understand,” Mayeli said, carefully. Shaila was getting drunk, and Mayeli feared what she would do to her. At the moment, she wasn’t the woman Mayeli had known all her life, she was a wounded animal seeking blood.“I met Killian in our second grade. He was two levels higher than me, so we never really talked. Everyone loved him, everyone wanted him, and I wanted him more than any of them. And one day, I went home after school and he was with his parents in our house. Father had introduced them as his friends and ours, and had told us they were going to have dinner with us.I still remembered how overjoyed I had been that day. I had asked my maid, Nisha, to make me the prettiest little girl ever, and during dinner, I did everything to get Killian’s attention, but he didn’t care. He didn’t even notice my hair or dress or anything, but I didn’t give up. After dinner, he talked to me, he told me my dress was pretty and he liked my tiara. I was so overjoyed that I couldn’t sleep t
Mayeli typed Killian’s office floor number on the elevator keypad, 67.She could hardly wait as the box took her upwards. She hadn't met Killian since that day at the mall and she couldn't wait to see him. Her heart was racing already, and she could feel a hunger in her lower belly, a hunger he had awakened.The elevator stopped and the doors slid open. Mayeli stepped out eagerly, heading for the last building on the floor. When she reached, she rang Killian’s office doorbell. No one answered. She rang it again, but nothing. Thankfully, she knew the key pass.“I'm coming in,” she said, and pushed the door open. Surprisingly, the office was empty.The office was just the way Mayeli remembered, the same. White high walls, one glass wall showing off the breathtaking view of the City of London, a large oak table and a chair behind it and two in front. A mini-parlour of four black cushions and a white table, and lastly a glass shelf holding Killian's books, magazines, trophies, and aw
Mayeli braided the last strand of her sister’s hair slowly, listening to Bryelle’s tale of her latest BTS crush, Jungkook, and laughing. Her daughter was crushing on celebrities already.“I have a shoot with V soon, he might not be your favourite, but you should come,” Shaila said.Bryelle shook her head. “I want just him, no one else.”Shaila laughed. “Suit yourself.” She turned to Mayeli. “Be fast would braids, babe, I need to be somewhere soon.”Shaila had been going out more frequently recently, and she never said where she was going, no matter how many times Mayeli asked. Mayeli decided to let her be. She would come around when she wanted to.The doorbell rang, and Bryelle went to get it. She returned a few minutes later.“Mom, it’s Kreed.” She walked past them into her room. Shaila turned to Mayeli with a stupid smile on her face. “Your husband is calling.”Mayeli frowned, tossing her hair behind her. “His not my husband, stop with the joke.”Shaila laughed. “I have somewhere t
Killian covers the distance between him and Mayeli. She looked so flawless, so beauty more than he had remembered. Just a glimpse of her took his breath away, just a glimpse of her rose his hunger so intense that he hardly had control over it.He covered her slim waist with his arms and took in a breath of her.“Killian?” She called, her voice shocked. “Is this real? Am I hallucinating? How’s this even possible?”She started to check his body. “Are you real? Are you hurt or burnt?” Tears were already flowing down her pale cheeks again. “How’s this possible. Am I losing it?”Killian knew she had too many questions, but he couldn’t explain, not yet. He was here to warn her and he didn’t have much time.He turned her to face him and almost regretted it when his eyes fell on her fleshy, exposed, full and ready for him. He shook his head; just being near her drove him crazy, and it had been so long. He had watched from a distance and longed for her, but it wasn’t yet time. He had to think
“You should be careful,” Kreed said, helping Mayeli out of the car.Mayeli chuckled. “I’m careful as I am. You’re the unnecessarily worried one.”He had been fusing over her for months now since she got out of bed. She was fine now, but he won’t leave her. He was always by her side, and sometimes she wondered when he had time for himself.Bryelle came to Mayeli’s side. She pecked her. “I’ll see you later Mom, my friends are waiting.” She ran off before Mayeli could say a word.They were meant to eat dinner together after shopping for clothes, but she had come up with excuses that she had to meet up with her friends.“She’s growing up so fast,” Kreed said, laughing.Mayeli turned to him. Today was his girlfriend’s birthday, but he had been with her all day. “Aren’t you going to meet Sonia?”The smile faded from Kreed’s handsome face. “We met before I came by this morning.”Mayeli sighed. She knew Kreed had feelings for her, but she had no way to confront them. She wasn’t interested in
Mayeli slowly opened her heavy eyelids and tried to understand her environment. The smell of anthesptic filled her nostrils and her lungs burned. Her throbbed and her body felt as stiff as a log of wood.She tried turning, but her body had a mind of its own. The bright light streaming from the windows blinded her weak vision. She recognized the room after a while, it was her room, but why was she strapped to a bed, and why were there several equipment attached to her body?She couldn’t move or think; her whole body throbbed.The door opened and a familiar face walked in. She looked older, though. Mayeli tried to remember and slowly, her memory returned.Bryelle, her daughter.She tried to call her name, but her voice came out as a low whisper; even that effort was painful. Bryelle rushed to her side. She was wearing a short black skirt and a pink jacket. Her was packed in a high bun. She looked different, dazzling, and all grown up, not the little girl Mayeli had known.“Mom, you’re