"How are we not normal?" Claude couldn't hold himself before bombarding her with his questions. "I thought this is what normal couples do. Sit together and eat."
Ayla raised her eyes at the man before rolling them forward. She didn't know where to start with the list, but she surely had a couple of points to put forward.
"We are anything but normal, Claude." A small smile graced her lips as she stared into the distance.
The car was parked by the edge of a cliff with the headlights facing forward. Claude had left them to dim out the oncoming darkness as the day was coming to an end.
"Why would you say that?" Claude wasn't particularly happy with her comments. He thought they were finally heading on the right track, but her words were implicating otherwise.
"No need for you to pout. I don't mean it in a bad way." Ayla muttered out as she began to dig t
Three weeks later…"How do I look?" Ayla stared back at her own reflection as she tried to fix her hair."Gorgeous as always."She frowned at the halfhearted reply, and looked a little further to her right into the mirror. Her eyes came to rest on Claude's figure as he was lying in a half resting, half sitting position."The orange for sure brings out my eyes, no?" She added while keeping her eyes glued to his reflection, crossing her arms across her chest."Yep." He popped out, his fingers never stopping once as they clicked away the keys of his laptop."I should definitely wear it more often." She continued on, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "And the neon green heels go along with it so well.""Yes, yes, and definitely." Claude hummed out a reply without tearing his gaze away from his laptop's
Ayla felt her phone vibrating inside the pocket of her dress, but she kept her eyes focused on the stage where the valedictorian was giving her speech.A sigh left her lips as she felt the vibrations slowing down to an end, but her relief was only momentary because it wasn't long before that it started to vibrate again. She was somewhat thankful for putting it on silent as soon as she arrived on the campus premises, having a hunch that a certain someone would soon be blowing it up with notifications. She didn't have to check the identity of the caller as she already knew who was constantly calling her.As the minutes ticked by, her frustration only grew as her phone kept vibrating. The constant calling was also earning her deadly glares from the girl who was sitting on her right. When she couldn't take it any longer, she pulled out the phone and declined the call. Her fingers skimmed over the screen as she hurriedly type a messag
"Your wonderful husband made it possible."Ayla took her father's words into consideration, her eyes staying glued to her husband's brooding figure. Despite the little traces of annoyance in his expressions, she couldn't help but notice the proud smile which was itching to tug at the corner of his lips."Hey." She let out a muffled greeting as she pulled herself out of her father's embrace. Her attention immediately shifted to her in-laws and as soon as she walked up to them, she was engulfed in hugs as they took turns in congratulating her."Thank you so much guys. I wasn't expecting you all to be here. Heck, I wasn't even expecting to see you here!" The last few of her words were directed at Ethan who feigned a hurtful look in response."You hurt me, Ayla." He spat back at her before huffing out a frustrated sigh. "I had to put a lot of my work on hold just to be here, you know. But her
"You can't just act out like this when I am busy with work, Ayla." Claude snapped back at her. "It's not my fault that you don't have anything better to do."As soon as the words were out of his mouth, his eyes widened in realization about how curt he was sounding. "I am so sorry, love." He took a step forward but stopped himself when he saw her retreating back. "I swear I didn't mean to sound like a mean bitch, Ayla." He sighed to himself, running a hand through his hair; he was frustrated with himself."It's alright." Ayla shook her head, refusing to look him in the eye after their not so polite exchange. "You are right. I have nothing better than to stay at home and nag at you for not giving me enough attention. You clearly have better things to do than watching your wife getting ready for her graduation day." She muttered the last part more to herself as she brought her hands up to her arms, rubbing them over her bare skin hoping t
The music was blasting through the speakers, filling up the surroundings, too loud for anyone to be heard over the booming noise. But it didn't matter to the men who were sitting in their own private lounge, the room encased by a glass wall as it looked over the dancefloor located downstairs. All three men had their eyes trained downstairs, never letting their spouses get out of their sight."She looks happy." Edward's voice rang next to Claude's ear, earning himself a nod in return. "She is not the same reserved girl I met the last time you two came over." He continued when he didn't get a reply from Claude.Taking a sip from his drink, Claude turned his attention to his brother. "She's slowly coming out of her shell. Even now she seems to be struggling a little when it comes to allowing people to get close to her, but she's coming around." Claude muttered back before turning his attention back to the dance floor where his belov
Keeping his eyes trained on the dance floor downstairs, Claude finished off his drink in one big gulp."A***h*les!" He slammed down the glass on the table, the force powerful enough to make it crack down the middle. Though he could care less about it.Before the other two men could question his acting, he stormed out of their private lounge and down to the ground floor where Ayla was. Keeping his pace up, Claude approached the trio which were now surrounded by a group of men. What made his blood boil actually was the fact that one of them was practically hovering over Ayla like a pesky little fly he was."Hey, you!" Claude spoke up loud enough to get the man's attention as his feet brought him to a stand behind Ayla's little frame. Without wasting another second, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back into his chest, protectively. "You shouldn't be in a place where you are clearly not wanted
"Now, you listen to me, you absolute piece of sh*t! She's my wife, first of all. And you don't get to talk about her in any way. So, go along and skedaddle before I show you how real men actually fight."Claude stared down at him as his grip tightened around the man's collar."Why don't you try?" The man scoffed, shoving Claude away as hard as possible.Claude was ready to retaliate when Asher spoke up, waving his hand up in the air. "Get him and his friends out, guys." He only needed to say it once, his words loud and clear. A couple of uniformed men who were on standby already, rushed forward to take matters into their own hands. Each one of them grabbed the arms of one man from the other party and began to push them away from the crowd. In a matter of seconds, the dance floor was cleared of the trouble causing men and people had resumed to focusing on their own conversations with music playing in the
It was late into the winter; the full moon was high up in the sky as it's bright, white rays shone over the darkness which engulfed the earth.Ayla was busy admiring the view before her, settled down on a recliner on the terrace. Her feet were stretched in the air, resting on the glass walls which lined the boundary. A book was sprawled open in her hands, but her eyes were lost somewhere else. Every single thought that crossed her mind was related to only one person: Claude.As if on instinct, her hand reached forward to her phone which was resting on a marble top next to the recliner. Swiping her thumb across the screen, she unlocked it to check on the notifications. There were many unread messages waiting for her reply but she could care less about them. Most of them were either from her newfound friends who were way more socializing than she could ever wish to be. Or they were from some random brands, announcing their latest d