Se connecterThe incessant notifications and calls blaring so loudly in my ears were getting on my nerves, but that was what I got for being with someone like Aaron, who seemed to have the whole world on his shoulders.I groaned, turning to the other side and curling like a ball, wishing to be free from it, but the noise followed me, chasing me even in sleep.The vibration was so much that I could no longer bear it, so I just had to speak out. “Aaron, I am trying to sleep.” I complained, and it seems to have worked as the noise stopped.I inhaled deeply, tucking my hands under my pillow as I tried to find a comfortable position, but the notifications were still coming, one after the other like a long string of chains. The constant buzzing grated on my nerves, and irritation quickly took over.“Fucking turn it off or get out, okay? I am trying to sleep here,” I snapped, forcing my eyes to open as I was snatched from sleep.However, the sight that greeted me was quite different from the one I had im
In a bid to forget about Aaron, Martin had become my new plaything, much to the dislike of Anna. I had concluded she was only irritated because she was away from Hale, and watching me with Martin didn’t help. However, she was too proud to admit it, too damn stubborn to call him, and no matter how I tried to intervene, she was set in her ways, so I just let it be. Hale would most likely be coming here anytime soon, so I had to enjoy what the island had to offer. And speaking of enjoyment, Martin was not exactly bad; he was a sport to be with, and we have been talking regularly. On this day, I woke up earlier than usual, trying to tie up loose ends at work. I had a video call with Jamie; I had to give him a raw picture of my face as he was actively monitoring it for any breakout or blemish. Then I began sorting through mail, passing some to Jamie for an appropriate response. After which, I scheduled most of what I needed to post and even managed to film a bit of the travel blog I h
This was life. I sighed as I lay on the lounger while Anna was bending at every odd angle just to ensure she captured a picture worthy enough for my followers.“This had better be enough.” Anna grumbled, coming towards me, and she pushed the phone into my hand. “I have taken a hundred and one shots; surely there should be at least five that are up to your taste.” She warned in a tone that said, "Accept it or die."I studied the pictures carefully, swiping fast, and I could feel her gaze on me as she dared me to say something, but I still wasn’t satisfied. I needed something that would leave a statement.“Let's just try one more time. You should capture it from the side this time.”"Kimmmm..." She threw her head back as she yelled, attracting a few onlookers. “Fine, but after this I am no longer taking pictures. Maybe you would get a photographer or something.”“I love you!” I called out to her, and she chuckled, but she did as was told, even going beyond the original plan, and when I
Unfortunately, the one week of freedom was quick to elapse. I had literally fallen sick at the thought of being thrown back to the chaos that was my life, but I couldn’t hide here anymore.Staying with Raina this time, however, was different. We had fewer butting heads than we usually do and had bonded over common ground. The vacation was beyond refreshing, but it was time to go back to my world.Speaking of going back, I had not heard from Aaron since I left Paris. I know I also contributed to it, but it was unlike him to leave me in the loop, and I was considering breaking my rules of not contacting a man.It was one that had been set in place when I was almost turning into a rag doll for a man when all he ever wanted to do was play with my heart.So now, I always waited for them to reach out.I threw myself to work, to the delight of Jamie. Production for my Vogue August edition would be starting in three weeks, and I needed to be fully prepared.We sat in a room with everyone: the
Staying with Raina had to be a humiliation ritual at some point. She had me so young, in between trying to build her career, so she never really had the maternal nurturing spirit toward me.Not to mention the fact that we looked so similar that we could be mistaken for sisters, and she wanted to sell that image through and through, which was why she never really bothered to scold me on things that she should.Oh, she was also too damn uppity, way more than Anna. She had this Victorian believe that everything should be posh and words should be spoken in low tones and all that.But apart from her numerous flaws, she was definitely a sport to be with, and for the one week of freedom I had, I was going to spend it with her regardless of whatever.I had also taken up the role of a chef because there was no way I was joining her to eat the concoction of greens she claimed was healthy. Hell, I was on break, so I was going to treat myself and allow myself to go.“What are you making?” Raina a
Fashion Week was over. Thankfully. Aaron and I were over, too, and somehow that hurt more than anything.Although there has been no proper communication between us. I had lost contact with him since I stepped foot into New York, and I knew I should call him; after all, he had claimed to be very busy with work.Still, a small part of me, the logical one, argued against it. Calling him or engaging in any sort of camaraderie will only ignite this…thing between us. He had expressly stated he didn’t believe in relationships, so falling for him was out of the question.Which meant I had to practice restraint, and I wasn’t good at restraint.It was a horrible habit of mine. It was why I took a long time to let go of exes even when they had hurt me and why I kept crawling back to them until I had no more dignity.I was determined to change, determined to practice this restraint that I was in dire need of, and what better place to practice it than with Raina?I stood in front of Raina’s estate
My breath caught in my throat, the reality that we might not be together circling in my mind. I hated to admit it, but I was scared. Scared that if I gave her the room she did need, she would never find her way back to me; scared she may decide she didn’t need me anymore. Scared that I would spend
Davy’s POVAnger threatened to engulf my entire being, and my entire body trembled just from the pure rage of her words.How dare she?How dare she ask that I grant her a divorce? How dare she ask that I leave her?It was impossible, death even. It was like separating the soul from the body, and no
“Are you sure?” I asked Davy as we were cuddled on the sofa, watching a sitcom I had no interest in. It was one of those boring ones they shove down your own throat when they should have canceled it.But who was I to judge?“Yes,” he nodded, glancing at me. “She would love to.” He reassured me, yet
Davy’s POV“Please let it be a boy.” The patient clutched my hands, her eyes pleading, and I gave her a little smile.“It is not our hands. All that matters is that you have a healthy baby.” I said, trying to reassure her.“No,” she shook her head hard, tears coming out from her eyes. “You don’t un







