Maya wondered if she was going too far at her charade as her lips quivered, tears gliding down her cheeks while Jessica rubbed her back comfortingly.
She raised her head Peeking at him through her lashes, he looked disheveled and completely out of it.
Deciding to end his misery and Jessica's, she stood up and then glaring at him, she shook her head, "Now I think you are punished enough for calling me fat, undesirable, and not your type. What do you have to say?"
A smile teased Jessica's lips making Maya shocked while at this point Xavier was leaning on a chair, his eyes that of incredulity and wonder not knowing Maya had it in her to pull such a stunt.
"I'll give it to you, you have talent but I didn't know when I had seen the signs, you know your Pinocchio telltale but I decided that Xavier deserved to suffer too."
 
No, that'll not happen. I won't let Maya be exposed to such Ever." Xavier glared at the man who'd suggested something so outrageous and satisfied with how hard he'd gulped in fear, he tucked his hand into his pocket about walking out when he saw Maya. Her hair was disheveled. She was just waking up from sleep. She was barefooted which explained why they had not heard her come in. "What won't you let me be exposed to?" Her voice was tiny and her eyes wide. Seeing Xavier in such a mood was not really a new sight but knowing he was this riled up because of something that was connected to her, was a whole new foreign land. A land she was scared of exploring and figuring out. So she'd allowed it to remain a patch of just green grass and dirt in her head. "Maya, you are up?" His Rolex shiny watch caught her eyes and then she took in his white shirt, tucked into grey pant
"Stay poised, smile, and joke your way through a sensitive question, your head should be straight and your shoulders poised at all times. Looking away is a sign of weakness avoid it." Laura quickly mumbled as the tech guy announced that the interview was about to commence in five minutes. "Lastly, don't ever be silent, being quiet is an admission of its own. Avoid it." Maya smiled at her even though she felt like screaming and asking her to stop making her even more nervous. Xavier had refused to come to the studio saying that he can't watch insensitive questions being jabbed at her and not be tempted to hit the annoying popular news anchor of everything celebrity, Mr. Sampson on his mouth. The bigger the party, the merrier and that was why they had decided to go on National TV rather than the local reporters who wanted an interview. Consequently, that decision also came with the infamous anchor know
"You did good baby," Xavier whispered, kissing the top of Maya's head. She looked at him, still shocked to see him. The shock she haven't recovered from ever since he burst into the room breathless and noticing she was staring at him, he had given her a heart halting grin and a thumbs up. The rest of the interview had happened with Mr. Sampson, shaking like he was the one being interviewed even though he held the questions. "I'm so glad to see you." She whispered. "Hello, we are here too." Jasmine butted in, smirking. Maya turned to face them all, Mrs. Laura, Melissa, Jessica, and Jasmine. "Thank you all for showing up." "We couldn't possibly let you have all the fun of kicking that anchor's ass on TV," Jasmine smirked while the rest Chuckled. "Quite a nice surprise to see Mr. Sampson being at the receiving end of the glowering, smirking, and ev
"So what next?" Maya asked Mrs. Laura. It has been two weeks since the interview and there has been no sign of her blackmailer, taking the bait. The interview was meant on publicizing where she stayed which was in turn supposed to make her vulnerable to their attacks but so far nothing has happened even the threat mails have abruptly stopped coming. "It is obviously not working," Xavier snapped, "Can't believe you have to go through all that trouble for nothing at all, even worst I can't believe you talked me into agreeing to such ploy." She rolled her eyes, "Don't you think you are crying More than the bereaved. I was the one interviewed, the one who has a serial killer on her tail and probably with any slight mistake the one who might end up ___" He slapped his hand firmly over her mouth and then with a warning glare he shook his head, "You should never talk about that ever. You won
"What do you mean by nobody showed up?" His new substitute assistant flinched at his outburst. He was the 3rd in a week. Xavier narrowed his gaze on him, even as he smacked his lips and tried to compose his expression. "It's either they are suspicious or they are off my back. Nobody showed off." Maya repeated. "I did everything as we planned," Maya's voice was low and gravelly making him angry that this was putting her through a lot of stress. Emotionally and physically. "I went to the House to pick up the duffel bag as we've planned," "Maya." His voice was a whisper, "Deep breaths." He coaxed. He could almost imagine her rubbing her hand on her face and then with her hands now wrapped around her body, she takes a careful burst of deep needed breath. "Maya all will be fine, soon." He sat down on his seat, his hand ruffling hi
Maya waited impatiently, even as she heard the doorknob turn, to resist the urge to take a little peek of where they went she placed her palm over her face. She understood that he didn't want her to know where his treasure laid so she didn't go there all the time hence the blindfold but damn, the wait was Killing. The smell of paint hit her nose even before he lightly shoved her and then removed the blindfold from her eyes. In split seconds her eyes was adjusting to the light in the room. Pale grey walls, windows that showed off the city but she could tell the pedestrians didn't have the same luxury. Her eyes then landed on the paintings hung on the wall. Her legs made their way to them before she could stop herself, her fingers tracing one of the pictures of a boy writhing in his bed, underneath it lay hands clawing on his neck more like a Dropbox exposing his horrifying dreams. Maya
Tiles having fingerprintsMaya woke up to the sound of loud clattering coming from Xavier's room. Scared and wondering what was the cause of him going into a fit, she quickly packed her disheveled hair into a loose bun and made for his room. His door was open and his phone was on the floor. He cursed pushing his hair backward in frustration. Before she talked herself out of it, she was already squaring her chest and walking up to him, and she was grateful she did because when he turned to face her, she didn't notice how his body made the casual loose navy blue hoodie he had on look like it was straight out for a male catalog designer fashion show. Because more than his gorgeousness, the pain etched in his eyes scared the shit out of her. "Mother." He mumbled and that was all it took to make Maya's transfixed figure move. She didn't know what he was hinting a
Xavier: A Paradox"You know mum wanted to be a ballet dancer before she met him." Melissa stopped her story halfway, the smile on her face as she held onto Xavier's hand deciding to be a storyteller to reduce the anxiety just waiting and silence could bring. They all knew that the "he" was the reason why they were all huddled in a hospital's reception room while holding each other's gaze and hands. He who shouldn't be mentioned. "She'll tell me about how she had thought of being a part of a musical or something more Frenchly." She paused, her lips tilting into a smirk even as Maya laughed. "She really didn't know what she meant by Frenchly but all she had thought was pirouettes and ballet shoes well until she had met him." She shrugged her lips set in a tight line. "You know no matter how many times she told us the story as a bedtime fable while tucking us to bed, never ever using herself bu