The house greeted her with it's usual gesture, the silence resonating more than it had ever done. Her fingers brushed against the wooden lintel as she made her way into the sitting room, echoes of her footsteps thrown back at me with every step I took. Unsure if she was still in control of my body, she drifted further into the living room until she was well past it. Yara stepped onto the wooden staircase, my hand finding the banister as she moved up. Even with the left banister supporting her weight, she felt like she would trip at any moment and she would have grabbed onto the other banister if it wasn't miles away from my reach. _Fucking exaggerated staircase._After what seemed like ages, she found her way to her mother's study. She dropped down on the rotating chair in the middle of the room, feeling the leather crease under my weight. The impact caused her to spin around for a second before the chair came to a standstill. Yara stared at the monitor that faced me before my eyes
"Yara please... I need you to for...give... I'll explain, okay? Let's just meet up..."My nails were digging into my skin at this point and I didn't mind the pain. Several thoughts ran through my mind at that moment as I waited for her to finish speaking. _Why did she even still have my number? Could it mean that she was actually shameless?_She felt her lips tugging up at that thought as she ignored the heavy breathing on the other end of the line. Just when my lips had curved into a full smile, a silly voice at the back of my head came crashing into my thoughts. _Or maybe it has something to do with the countless missed calls you give him on a daily basis with different numbers_. My smile fell at that moment and once again, she was filled with rage. If my subconscious was a person, she would have stabbed the living daylight out of it. At that moment, she became aware of David's voice at the other end of the line. She was only able to make out something about meeting him at a cer
Yara pushed herself off the comfortable leather of the Benz. She heard a faint squish before peering through the windscreen from the back seat. A look through it made her realize they were not anywhere near the park. Hell, they had not even made it past Grayson's gate. She watched the sky high silver gate roll open slowly. She tapped her foot on the floor, with her pointer and middle fingers drumming against her head. That was the only thing that kept her from snapping at the bald headed gate man who stood watching the gate with the remote control in his wrinkled right hand. Her temper had gotten worse these past few days. Maybe it was because she was drawing nigh to day she would go into labour.She was about rolling down the glass to snap at the man, when the gate finally came open and the car resumed it's motion. She blew out a breath and let her back land on the chair. Yara closed her eyes for a few minutes in a bid to clear her head. What was she planning to do? She had no rea
The thought made Yara smile. A child was coming, so the mansion was not going to remain boring forever.The only issue she had at the moment with her pregnancy was the four temper that suddenly came with it. She something couldn't recognize herself any longer because she would snap and yell at anyone whenever she got cross.Yara did not want Tehila to be a victim of her foul temper so she gave her the opportunity of taking some time away from the mansion to breathe and do other things she wanted. But Tehila had vehemently refused, insisting of taking care of her. And that moved her to tears.Whether it was plain hatred for the word 'neighbour' or just because that he liked being alone, Yara had no idea. There were rarely people visiting Grayson. They did come once in a while and he even used to have indoor parties; but after that day she was almost raped, there was almost never a guest.Yara stared at her wrist. She was an hour late for their meeting. She wondered if Mr Fel had though
Bend. Twist. Bounce.This had been the exact thing Yara had been doing since she stepped into Montero clubhouse with Cara and her girls.She had taken so many shots of bloody Mary mixed with vodka, that she knew not when she flirted back at a sly looking guy beside her, with dirty blonde and an awesome height - which was the only detail she had taken note of; grinding the full of her ass against him.Suddenly, Yara felt a pair of strong arms begin to roam her body and she stilled in discomfort. With a slight irritation etched on her face, she tried pushing him away but his grip on her waist was firm and unyielding. "I'll make you feel good." She heard his voice, so rough and low. That she began wondering what had made her dance with these crazy creature when she was just meant to drink and hangout with her friends in celebration of the dazzling height she had attained. Which was even the reason she had hearkened to Cara, choosing the expensive Montero clubhouse. For her efforts had
It took nothing less than few minutes of obscene talks and little laughs for Yara and Grayson to get into an actual conversation. "Cara was saying something about you guys coming here to celebrate just because you got recognized by a big fashion company." Grayson spoke with so much impudence. "Just?" Yara raised a brow, a bit annoyed at his nonchalancy. Ooh. She had remembered. It was the almighty Grayson Dolan that Cara always told her about. She knew she had probably seen this face somewhere in the net, when Cara had introduced him to her.What a wench!"That wasn't meant to come out that way. Congratulations to you, though." Grayson chuckled, giving her one of his sly looks.Rolling her eyes, Yara looked away briefly, cursing herself for how both sides of Grayson kept turning her on. She parted her legs a bit and grazed a finger from her right hand which was under the table, on her core. And just like she thought, it was wet in the most pathetic way.Her teeth dug into her low
It was the D- day.Oscaris fashion dressing press event was held today and Yara who was amongst the twenty and one designers had been very much invited to showcase her design which would be presented to the public. She was so happy with the woman she was becoming. Hopefully, an independent and well rooted career woman.As she got dressed in her off shouldered, wine red evening gown; Yara got a beep on her phone which she found out to be an email from the hospital she had gone yesterday for series of tests telling her that her result was ready.Deciding to get the result the next day, Yara slipped her feet into her stilettos as she felt a whole new wave of nausea hit her. She had been easily irritated of late and to think that her breasts were getting more and more tender. With a spine chilling hiss of frustration, Yara looked at herself in the mirror and with a sense of contentment, she walked out of her apartment, into the car she had earlier hired with Manhattan center in mind.
Disrupting the event, those around her yelled for help as they wondered what could have happened to such a pretty lady like Yara. For they have seen her walk the runway, flaunting her classic tulip print dress."Any medic in here?" A woman had yelled, drawing more attention as finally, the host of the Oscars fashion dressing press event finally walked over to the scene with his secretary behind him.Visibly shocked that one of the twenty designers who had showcased their designers just a few hours ago was the lady lying unconscious on the ground. Talk more of the fact, that she was the special student of Artic Fashion School who they had contacted because of her outstanding designs and talent.Mr. Fel Oscar delayed not in bringing out his cell phone to call the ambulance. Eying the helpless lady on the marbled ground, he thought her attractive. But then turned, scrunched up his nose in feigned provocation, and signaled his secretary to follow him.Well, the provocation couldn't be sa