Mayeli sat on one of the benches scattered around the children's park, watching Bryelle play with the other kids.
Her mind was on Killian. For a moment, she had thought he had forgotten her, and it had pained her deeply. Now she knew he didn't forget her, she didn't know how to feel.
One part of her was happy and the other was scared. What if he found out about Bryelle? She had promised her mother that she would tell him about Bryelle when it was time, but today, he had thrown that question at her, and she had outrightly denied his claims.
Why? She didn't know. What would she say to her baby when she was old enough to ask questions? Would she shield her child from her father?
Her relationship with Killian was already a very complicated one. She didn't think it was necessary to add more complications to it. What was she thinking two years ago?
She tucked her curly blonde hair behind her ear. She was Mayeli, the stunning, gorgeous lady. Brooding about a man was not something she did often.
She had a date with Nixen tomorrow. She should probably go, accept him, and forget everything about Killian. Nixen was perfect for her, and he could give her the life she craved. Love, money, and happiness.
Nixen was the type of man who would love every bit of her, even her worst side, until the very end. And somehow, she found herself drawn to the serenity of his love. A love filled with assurance and safety. But deep down, Mayeli knew that what she felt for Nixen could not in any way be compared to what she felt for the cold, indifferent, and tempting Killian.
Killian drew her in a way no man ever had, and after eight years she still found herself falling hard for him. Did she still love him? That was a question she had refused to answer since her return to England.
Her phone beeped, and a message from an unknown number flashed on her screen.
“Meet me tonight? Same hotel, 8:30 pm? For a reason I can't seem to decipher, I can't stop thinking about you”.
Killian.
She gulped, her hands shaking as she read the words over, and over again. He wasn't sick in the head, right?
And what was she thinking — was she considering going to meet him? She shook off the thoughts chastising herself.
This was probably one of his tricks or his trap. Maybe she had given him a memorable climax that had kept him craving her again, or maybe he simply liked her because pretty. She had heard he had a knack for pretty ladies. For a moment, she felt the sting of jealousy and she almost laughed. How could she want him, and yet not want him?
She thought silently for a moment, her brows frowned in concentration. She was not going to meet him!
She would get Bryelle from the bouncing castle, buy her a chocolate-flavoured ice cream, head straight home, and cosy up in bed with her favourite book in her hands, she decided.
Hours later, she was all dressed up, driving a sleeping Bryelle to her mother's house to spend the night.
She had some fun to catch. Screw love! And Karma was certainly a bitch.
***
Killian acknowledged the receptionist's flirting smile as he collected the key to the hotel room he had been in, with Mayeli, two years ago.
He walked down the hallway, wondering if she would make an appearance. She had turned down his invitation earlier today, so it was stupid to expect her. But, a part of him remained hopeful.
Recreating the event from a night, two years ago was important, but he has many questions to ask. One whom he knew she was not going to want to answer.
He sat on the couch waiting for her, he would give her an hour to make an appearance.
In his hurry to get here, he had worn a simple black LV top and pants with white sneakers. He hoped he didn't look awful.
He ran his hands through his hair for the umpteenth time that evening. What was he thinking? He had ditched a date with his favourite mistress, Laura, to wait for the arrival of a woman who most likely would not make an appointment.
When he checked his silver Rolex, and noted that he had been waiting for an hour and thirty minutes, he decided to give up. Just then, the door clicked open, and she walked in looking as stunning as he could remember.
“Killian?” She asked softly, her green eyes boring into him.
He felt his heart beat racing wildly. No woman had ever made him feel this way.
“Have you been here?” She asked, biting on her sexy lower lips.Killian couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful woman before him. “Yes, I watched you walk into the mall”, he replied truthfully.He had been shopping with Nixen and Bryelle when she walked into the mall with her friend.Nixen and Bryelle hadn't seen her because they were too distracted arguing about what each other's ice cream was made of.He silently excused himself from his company and followed her at a distance. He knew he should be staying away from her, but he couldn't.His jaws had almost dropped when he saw her in the dress she was wearing now. It showed off every perfection of her gorgeous body, and he couldn't stop staring.When she had gone to find the mirror, he gave her friend and the attendant his best charming smile, muttering a vague reason for wanting to see her. It walked though, as always.He had no idea why he followed her, but he didn't regret his decision.“Why did you follow me?” She asked, toilin
“Mummy, meet Uncle Killian”, Bryelle said to Mayeli, pulling her to where Killian was standing, still and perfect as ever.She could see amusement in their eyes as he watched Bryelle, but as he turned to her, his gaze went cold.“I've met him, baby, he's kinda my boss at the office”.Killian gave her a quizzical look, and she almost laughed remembering the last time they had argued about him not being her boss.“Great. I invited him to lunch, and he agreed. You have to join us”, Bryelle said, giving her a serious little face.“Bryelle…I”.“You shouldn't disappoint your little girl”, Killian said, cutting her off. He looked somewhat angry. Sexy and angry!What the fuck was wrong. He had just complimented her lovingly a few minutes ago. Was this dude bipolar or something?“Fine”, she grumbled. Diora gave her a knowing look.Diora had gushed over Killian a few minutes ago. She kept describing his looks, his voice, his hair, and probably everywhere else she could see. “Did you hear his vo
The next morning, when Mayeli woke, she had a bad headache. She had barely slept last night. Her mind was on the text message she received.Was it Killian? Was he trying to black mail her about the fact that he had found out Bryelle was his? He was the only one who knew about two years ago.How could he? She thought angrily. She thought she could at least trust him, but he had disappointed her. He had stooped too low, and she wasn't going to let it slide.Today was the fourth day of the week, and she was already exhausted. She badly wanted it to come to an end, though she didn't look forward to the party this weekend. She was not a lover of social gatherings. Nixen had promised to introduce her to all his friends, and the thought of it already bored her out.She sighed. Right now, Nixen's party was not her problem. Killian was.We went to the bathroom for a shower. When she was done, she dressed up in a flay, high-waist, dark-orange skirt, and a tucked in dark-green, sleeveless V-neck
Mayeli stared at him like he had gone knots. “You came for me? After sending that message. You have the nerve to show yourself to me?” she yelled. People were turning towards that direction, but she didn't care.“I didn't send the message,” he said, raising his brow slightly. His blue eyes looked angry.“Are you going to keep denying it?”“Why are you so certain it's me?” He ran his hands through his lovely hair, letting out a frustrated sigh.“Because only you and me fucken know about two years ago”.“You said your baby was not the product of the affair, so why does it bother you so much? Besides, I'm a celebrity. People follow me around. Someone else might have seen us enter the hotel”.“Please, don't give me that bullshit explanation. And I'm bothered because it fucken hurts to be threatened by you”.“I didn't do it, Mayeli!” His voice was raised now, and she could tell he was getting angry, but she didn't care.“Stop fucking denying it!”“Fine. I did it”, he mumbled in a broken v
Mayeli felt apprehensive as she packed her Audi in front of the party venue. Gosh, just how big was this house? She wondered. Whoever owned the place must be swimming in six figures, she reckoned.The building was painted white. It had huge, finely crafted pillars in front of it and a large fountain at the centre. Everything about the house spoke affluence from the interior design to the fleet of cars packed in the garage.Mayeli checked her Rolex. She was thirty minutes late, and from the sound of voices and music emanating from the mansion, she was certain the party had started.She did this often, except when it was an important case in the courtroom. She always arrived at work or events thirty minutes late. It was her own way of taking control, making them wait.She felt a bit nervous though. Nixen was going to introduce her to his friends. It wasn't something she was scared about, but a part of her felt she would see Killian, though he had told her he wasn't going to be here today
Mayeli felt apprehensive as she packed her Audi in front of the party venue. Gosh, just how big was this house? She wondered. Whoever owned the place must be swimming in six figures, she reckoned.The building was painted white. It had huge, finely crafted pillars in front of it and a large fountain at the centre. Everything about the house spoke affluence from the interior design to the fleet of cars packed in the garage.Mayeli checked her Rolex. She was thirty minutes late, and from the sound of voices and music emanating from the mansion, she was certain the party had started.She did this often, except when it was an important case in the courtroom. She always arrived at work or events thirty minutes late. It was her own way of taking control, making them wait.She felt a bit nervous though. Nixen was going to introduce her to his friends. It wasn't something she was scared about, but a part of her felt she would see Killian, though he had told her he wasn't going to be here toda
Mayeli edged through the crowd in search of Killian.She had been asking herself several times why she was looking for him, but she couldn't find an answer. When she couldn't see him anywhere, she gave up. She stood in the shadows silently watching the party and sipping wine. She was starting to feel lightheaded from all the wine she had consumed.She felt the urge to pee and headed to find the restroom. For fuck sake, where would she find one in this large house, she wondered.She took the elevator and pressed the third floor, though she wasn't sure where that lead. Build least, she could escape from the noise of the party for a while.When the elevator door opened, she walked down the hallway stretched in front of her, looking for anything that looked like a restroom.Her feet felt wobbly, and she quickly gripped the nearest door handle for support. The door gave way, and she stumbled into a large room.The walls were painted a lovely shade of charcoal green. A large king-size bed w
Killian stared at Mayeli’s stubborn expression, not knowing what to do. She looked a bit scared by his words, but she maintained a defiant look. She had a face that reminded him of Becky G.She bit on her full, lower lips, and pouted stubbornly. “I hardly deserve a beating for using your toilet”, she pointed out.“Against my will”.“It's just a toilet”. She folded her arms and sat on his bed. “You look gorgeous in white and black though”.His eyes bulged at the socket. What did she just say?She stood up from the bed and walked to where he stood, planting her small frame in front of him. She had a coquettish smile on her face. Gosh! She was tempting him.“Maybe I can handle your anger, so bring it on”. He stared at her slightly apart, pulp, pink lips, and a sensation ran through him.He was certain it was the alcohol talking, but it didn't stop him from feeling the day he was feeling. He turned away from her and walked towards his balcony. He wasn't sure he could resist her when she w
Mayeli sat by the pool of her hotel with her elder sister, Shaila, enjoying the warmth of the sun. Shaila was wearing an orange H&M bikini, while Mayeli was wearing a black one. They had both packed their long hair into a high messy bun.The children were with their grandmother so they had little free time on their hands.Shaila was tall and beautiful just like Mayeli, but with long, straight black hair instead. She had taken my father's hair colour, while Mayeli had taken my mom's.She had an oval-shaped face with high cheekbones, a pointed nose, and dreamy grey eyes just like my mom’s. She exuded a jovial and charismatic aura that drew people to her, and as a renowned model and fashion designer, it helped her career a great deal. Mayeli loved her sister dearly, but their busy schedules and distance prevented them from hanging out often. They cherished the few occasions they could be together like this.Shaila was married to an Italian, handsome actor, Petro, and they had two kids.
“Mom, can Uncle Killian come with us?” Bryelle asked, giving Mayeli a baby face.“What?” “Can Uncle Killian come with us?” She repeated.Mayeli shared a look with her mom, speechless. She didn't know how to tell her baby that her request was impossible to grant.Mayeli, Bryelle, and her Mom are seated on her king-sized bed, laid with cream sheets, in her spacious peach-coloured bedroom. Everything about the room is painted cream and peach, giving it a homey feel.Bryelle is turning three in a week, so Mayeli decided to go on a two-week vacation to Croatia with her mom and Bryelle. She just announced the news to both of them.“He can't my, love, he has a lot of work to do”, Mayeli's Mom replies to Bryelle.Mayeli gave her mom a grateful smile, but got a stern smile that said “How long would you keep this a secret?” She sighed, and looked away, not in the mood for one of mothers constant rebukes.“When are we leaving?” Her mom asked.“Tomorrow”, Mayeli replied brightly.“Yey!” Bryelle
“Hey Tyse”, Nixen said casually, shaking hands with him.Mayeli stared at them, shocked. Tyse is a renowned multi-billionaire. Yeah, Nixen is, rich, but not up to Tyse, Truce, and Killian's level.“How're you doing bro”, Tyse beamed. There's a bright, genuine smile on his face, but Nixen's smile looks forced. Mayeli wondered why.“I'm good. It's a pleasant surprise to see you here”.“I brought Mayeli, but I'm on my way now”.Mayeli noticed Nixen's hands tighten around the bags he was holding. His smile evaporated.“Oh, I see”, Nixen mumbled, glancing at Mayeli.“I better get going”, Tyse said. He had probably noticed the change of expression.“I'll walk you to your car”, Mayeli said, following Tyse.“I think walking me to my car was a bad idea. Nixen didn't look happy about the fact that I brought you”, Tyse said, running his hands through his hair. Gosh, he was so handsome. After Killian, he was the finest man Mayeli had ever seen.“It's fine. You only helped”, She reassured him. So
Mayeli stared at Killian. How could he? How could he do that to Diora, while making out with her?He kept a nonchalant expression, showing no signs of guilt. “What did you do to her?”He looked at her with something close to anger and irritation. “I didn't do anything, Mayeli”.Truce looked at both of them.“Am I missing something here?” Truce asked.“I don't know, ask her?” Killian yelled.Truce turned to Mayeli. “What's wrong, Mayeli?”“Ask your friend”, she screamed, walking away.She saw Truce throw her a quizzical look, and then swiftly ask Killian what was happening. She waited for Killian to reply, but she heard nothing other than a banged door. She hissed and entered the elevator. So, he had made good his threats.She thought of reporting him to the authorities, but she had no proof yet, plus she didn't want the circumstances surrounding Mayeli's birth to go public. Of Course, surely it would if she reported the matter to the authorities. It involved two prominent figures a
Killian stared at Mayeli’s stubborn expression, not knowing what to do. She looked a bit scared by his words, but she maintained a defiant look. She had a face that reminded him of Becky G.She bit on her full, lower lips, and pouted stubbornly. “I hardly deserve a beating for using your toilet”, she pointed out.“Against my will”.“It's just a toilet”. She folded her arms and sat on his bed. “You look gorgeous in white and black though”.His eyes bulged at the socket. What did she just say?She stood up from the bed and walked to where he stood, planting her small frame in front of him. She had a coquettish smile on her face. Gosh! She was tempting him.“Maybe I can handle your anger, so bring it on”. He stared at her slightly apart, pulp, pink lips, and a sensation ran through him.He was certain it was the alcohol talking, but it didn't stop him from feeling the day he was feeling. He turned away from her and walked towards his balcony. He wasn't sure he could resist her when she w
Mayeli edged through the crowd in search of Killian.She had been asking herself several times why she was looking for him, but she couldn't find an answer. When she couldn't see him anywhere, she gave up. She stood in the shadows silently watching the party and sipping wine. She was starting to feel lightheaded from all the wine she had consumed.She felt the urge to pee and headed to find the restroom. For fuck sake, where would she find one in this large house, she wondered.She took the elevator and pressed the third floor, though she wasn't sure where that lead. Build least, she could escape from the noise of the party for a while.When the elevator door opened, she walked down the hallway stretched in front of her, looking for anything that looked like a restroom.Her feet felt wobbly, and she quickly gripped the nearest door handle for support. The door gave way, and she stumbled into a large room.The walls were painted a lovely shade of charcoal green. A large king-size bed w
Mayeli felt apprehensive as she packed her Audi in front of the party venue. Gosh, just how big was this house? She wondered. Whoever owned the place must be swimming in six figures, she reckoned.The building was painted white. It had huge, finely crafted pillars in front of it and a large fountain at the centre. Everything about the house spoke affluence from the interior design to the fleet of cars packed in the garage.Mayeli checked her Rolex. She was thirty minutes late, and from the sound of voices and music emanating from the mansion, she was certain the party had started.She did this often, except when it was an important case in the courtroom. She always arrived at work or events thirty minutes late. It was her own way of taking control, making them wait.She felt a bit nervous though. Nixen was going to introduce her to his friends. It wasn't something she was scared about, but a part of her felt she would see Killian, though he had told her he wasn't going to be here toda
Mayeli felt apprehensive as she packed her Audi in front of the party venue. Gosh, just how big was this house? She wondered. Whoever owned the place must be swimming in six figures, she reckoned.The building was painted white. It had huge, finely crafted pillars in front of it and a large fountain at the centre. Everything about the house spoke affluence from the interior design to the fleet of cars packed in the garage.Mayeli checked her Rolex. She was thirty minutes late, and from the sound of voices and music emanating from the mansion, she was certain the party had started.She did this often, except when it was an important case in the courtroom. She always arrived at work or events thirty minutes late. It was her own way of taking control, making them wait.She felt a bit nervous though. Nixen was going to introduce her to his friends. It wasn't something she was scared about, but a part of her felt she would see Killian, though he had told her he wasn't going to be here today
Mayeli stared at him like he had gone knots. “You came for me? After sending that message. You have the nerve to show yourself to me?” she yelled. People were turning towards that direction, but she didn't care.“I didn't send the message,” he said, raising his brow slightly. His blue eyes looked angry.“Are you going to keep denying it?”“Why are you so certain it's me?” He ran his hands through his lovely hair, letting out a frustrated sigh.“Because only you and me fucken know about two years ago”.“You said your baby was not the product of the affair, so why does it bother you so much? Besides, I'm a celebrity. People follow me around. Someone else might have seen us enter the hotel”.“Please, don't give me that bullshit explanation. And I'm bothered because it fucken hurts to be threatened by you”.“I didn't do it, Mayeli!” His voice was raised now, and she could tell he was getting angry, but she didn't care.“Stop fucking denying it!”“Fine. I did it”, he mumbled in a broken v