Chapter 14Grayson couldn't take it any longer when his mother texted him as regards coming over for dinner the next day with Tiffany. At first, he ignored her text while angrily trying to calm the fuck down and not warn her to never repeat whatever smart move she had done few days ago at the photo studio. But when his dad called shortly after in the most serious voice ever, it dawned on him that this wasn't the time to neglect their words and act around as he wished cause the threat of his cousin taking over the company still got to him.He would never live to see Xavier leading the company he worked his damn ass for. No matter how ostentatious people around him claimed he lived or spend, he knew he deserved that lifestyle. Tiffany already texted him, asking what color of the outfit he was going to put on tomorrow at dinner so she would dress in accordance. He knew what game Tiffany was playing. She was now assuming roles she no longer is and would never get be again.In fact, sh
Mrs Tiana left after giving them a project. It was their final and busiest year for they had lots of projects to do to fill their portfolio and events to attend, as well. Yara had spaced out at some point during the woman's lectures but she had voice recorded every minute of her class. And now, just when she thought she'd leave for her apartment and have a sound sleep. Another project was given to the them, to submit in the next six days.Eleanor sat beside Yara during today's glass. With Cara inclusive, the three of them were in same class. But Angelina was studying Gemology in the same fashion institute so her classes were different. Few projects and events brought them together. Asides their irregular visits to each other. Today Cara missed Miss Tiana's class. This alarmed Yara because she knew her to be the last person to deliberately miss her classes. No matter how annoying or boring the lecturer seemed to be.It made Yara wonder if everything was okay.Meanwhile beside her, whe
Chapter 16She plopped down on the bed, forgetting the pain she felt on her waist. She stifled a loud scream as she bit on her bottom lip to avoid letting out a sound. Her mind wandered to Cara's advise the last time she called her. If Grayson actually meant what he said, then marrying him wouldn't be as terrible as she thought. They would use each other. But then it crossed her mind that she didn't didn't see Cara during lectures today. She was going to call her. But her bag wasn't at arms reach at the moment. She remembered tossing it on the couch while rushing to vomit.She felt really weak to do anything. Not even moving. She she laid aback and fluttered her eyes close while hoping for a good sleep. ●●●●●●●●●●Yara woke up with a start. She thought she had her name being called but that could be her daydreaming as she was the only one in the house.She looked around for her phone. She didn't see it so she walked towards the living room where she remember
Grayson decided to hit the clubhouse this night and hangout with his friends. This time he was energized and ready to have good fun because he felt positive that Yara would want to work with him.He didn't tell Michael that he had changed his mind and would join them at Montero because he wanted to surprise him.As usual, he went to the VIP room they always hanged out at. Some ladies were entertaining the guys as he walked in. He wanted to slap hands with Michael but he seemed to have zoned out.Typical of him to ignore most of the ladies. But it was unlike him not to be watch and laugh and drop comments. He sat down on the sofa next to his while taking the half filled wine glass from him and gulping down the remaining content, at a go.Michael turned towards him and flashed him a dull smile. At least, he had a smile on his face which could deceive others that he was okay, but not Grayson."What's wrong?" He cocked Michael a brow. "Is it really obvious that I'm down the dumps?""To
"You haven't fucking lost your mind, haven't you?" Yara asked with a hard glare the very moment she entered the car and slammed the door shut.Grayson had gone to go Amigo Fashion Institute to meet up with her. She didn't know how he got to know of the place she did study. But she knew it was risky for someone like him to come to a place like that.It didn't matter that his car window was all tinted and that he never came down from his sports car. He had just placed a call to her, telling her that he was in her school and that he was waiting for her beside the coffee shop. "I knew you wouldn't want to see my face if I ask to meet up with you. So, I decided to come here because you wouldn't want to get things linked and-""That doesn't give you the audacity to show up anywhere I am because I wouldn't want us to be linked together. I hate attention, you know it. And it's not cool when you try to play smart." Yara chided him, not smiling a bit.Her eyes were as harsh as her voice. And a
Grayson had just finished meeting with his lawyer who he spent a few hours with, as regards his purposed marriage contract with Yara.He went over to visit Michael who hadn't been the same since their visit to the clubhouse last weekend.He felt bad for his friend but was quite glad that a situation like that gave room for him to show forth his usefulness and contradict, even his own belief that Michael was the only one that gave meaningful advises and acted responsibly. That night he had called Lolita aside. Spoke to her calmly and he realized that she was nothing like her hideous twin sister, whose name he had even forgotten. He knew instantly while Michael must have fallen for her. Asides her beauty, height and amazing figure; she was quite charismatic and had that innocent look that got men curious. Then he pleaded with her to wait for a few minutes. Which was when he got back to Michael and scolded him as regards what Lolita had talked to him about. He had his best friend get
That night when he had gone to his parents house with Tiffany, as they requested, for dinner; was the worst of all his recent meetings with them.As usual his mother had made what was meant to be a simple dinner as grand and lavish as a dinner party. "I should help my future mother-in-law out in the kitchen while the men speak." Tiffany had volunteered to his mother who was bringing out the brownies from the oven and getting other desserts ready.His mother loved cooking and baking. In fact, since he was a child, his mother was the one who made breakfast, lunch and dinner for the family herself. Even the appetizers and desserts. And even when guests came around, she wasn't afraid to prepare one of her delicious meals that would have them complimenting her after they had finished eating. The maids only entered the kitchen once in a while, whenever she's around. And her ability to cook so well, made his father love her more. Showcasing her (cause she was strikingly beautiful too) and
The day started with Yara's head banging like it was being drummed on. She rolled from one side of her bed to another while biting her bottom lip to avoid her screaming out like a maniac.She didn't know if it was part of her pregnancy symptoms or if she had gotten ill. But this pain was so much and all she wanted was to curl into a ball and wait for the pains to go away.She did just that.Curled up into a ball, with her hands shielding her face where the blinding rays of the sun from the partly opened window had wielded all their strength upon. And tears had filled her eyes, falling off like drops of rain.She was like that for the next fifteen minutes. It seemed like an hour, though. But the pains had lessened and she sat up on the bed, tilting her head to crack the tension between her neck and heaving out a sigh while the tears dried up.She thought she felt something weird inbetween her legs. She shoved the thought out of her mind and said a brief prayer before getting out of be