LEYLA'S POV:-
After a long and busy week, it was finally the weekend. I went back home thinking that finally I could have some "me" time. I had planned my whole weekend. To have a full body massage and go out with my friends on Saturday night. Then we would go to my beach house and spend the whole day there. I had asked all my friends. And I was lucky that they were all free on that weekend. How perfect! That's what you might be thinking. But perfection is not something I get in my life.
My life surprises me with shocks, twists and even with accidents. Let's not forget about the extra spices of my life, ghosts. Because of my powers, I was known as the ghost hunter of Brooklyn. People would call me and ask me to help them get rid of the ghosts in their houses. It was the reason I was the number one weirdo of Brooklyn. It was a long time ago when I gave up on the idea of getting a man in my life. Men want perfectly sexy models in their lives. They can't think of having a ghost hunter in their lives.
I stepped into the mansion and gulped hard. Usually, our mansion would be empty from friday night till sunday night. But if it is not, it means we are actually having a party at our mansion. Empty mansion means no extra lights on. No people running around. And especially I would not see the pretty face of my mother. Which was just brilliant. Because the moment I stepped into the mansion, I saw my mother yelling at one poor servant who might have broken one of her favorite serving platters. I rolled my eyes as I was not looking forward to having a party at home. I was thinking about popcorn, ice cream and some Netflix.
I went straight towards the kitchen and grabbed a few things from the fridge. I grabbed my leftover pizza. I grabbed an ice cream box. And some chocolates I had bought that last time I went for groceries. I was about to set my pizza in the oven to heat it up. My mom came from behind and threw my pizza in the trash. "What is wrong with you? You threw my pizza. What will I eat tonight?" I asked my mom in a low tone. I was trying to contain my anger. She had a habit of throwing food and I just hated people who threw food.
"You are going to have what we are going to have. Go upstairs. I have already chosen an outfit for you. Shower and make sure you are cleaned. Change your clothes. Put on some makeup. Allara will do your hair. You have to be at your best tonight." She told me and I rolled my eyes at her. I grabbed my ice cream and went towards the stairs without answering my mom. I knew she would look for any way to argue with me. And after a hectic week with my dad in his office, I was not in the mood to have an argument with my mom.
"Leyla! Young lady, if you are not downstairs in an hour, I will become the phantom mother again. Tonight's party is for you and you have to attend it. I am not going to hear any excuses. Bath, change, get ready and be here." My mom said sternly. An angry pout appeared on my face as I gave my chocolates and ice cream to my brother and went to my bedroom. I had no other choice but to do exactly as I was asked to do. I did not want to see her phantom side. It was what she called herself whenever she was being an angry mom.
After a long bath, I went to the closet only to find a sexy and revealing dress set in my closet. My jaw hit the floor as I saw the dress. It was a blue velvet dress. It had a turtleneck collar and a deep v neck cut in the middle to show my cleavage. And it was backless. Both front and back were pretty revealing. It looked tight. Plus, it had a thigh cut on the left side. It was a long dress, but hell it was way too revealing for someone like me who likes to wear something simple like jeans shirts with coats. I never liked to reveal my body. Not that I did not have a good body. I had a pretty curvy body.
"Oh I can almost hear your thoughts, sweety. You have to wear this one. If I saw you in your stupid jeans and shirts, or if you even thought about wearing those tuxedos you wear every single time in my parties, I swear on your father's head, I am going to burn your whole closet down.. don't even think about it." My mother spoke from behind and I growled in anger. She was behaving as if the president of the USA was about to visit our mansion that night. Or maybe a king.
"What is up with you tonight? Geez! You are acting like you are about to have a chance to get rid of me." I growled at her and went to change my clothes. I could hear her chuckling evilly as she walked out of the closet.
"Wear the laced underwear. I don't want you wearing anything boring tonight. I have set your underwear with your clothes too. I am sending Allara to help you with your hair." She spoke from outside and I screamed loudly. I hated times like these when my mom would boss me. Especially to wear something sexy.
I went towards the door of the closet and poked my head out. "You will not ask anyone to do my hair. I hate when people touch my hair. I can do my hair myself. Thank you very much." I growled at her then went back in. I was making disgusted faces but I had no choice but to wear those clothes. Revealing clothes and laced underwear, I was hell sure that there would be some rich guys at the party. Or my mom would not have even asked me to attend the party. That kind of treatment I get when there would be rich guys at the party. And I just knew how to make them run away.
All I needed to do was to tell them that I could see ghosts. And tell them that I was a ghost hunter. That always does the thing to make them run away. "Make a bun or side braids are allowed. If you just curl them like last time, I will break your curler." She yelled from outside. Of course she knew all my tricks. That was one of the tricks of mine to hide my revealing back. But she looked officially pissed. So I did not have much choice but to do as she was asking me to do. I did not want to bear the phantom mom. Not at least when I had plans for the weekend. I needed the keys for the beach house. And only my mom had the keys.
LEYLA'S POV:-I was standing by the balcony. The party was pretty crazy. People were everywhere. As I was already tired, I decided to give myself a break. My cheeks were hurting due to constant smiling and pretending to be a nice lady. I was not a lady anymore. But who would tell my mom? She actually still thought that I was a virgin. Well, not exactly. Even though I was never in any relationships. But I was sexy and I knew it. Because of that, I have had almost all the guys after me since high school. Everyone wanted to date me until they knew what a freak I really was.I still remember who was my first, though. Well, it was kinda revenge over a girl in high school. Her name was Darcy. She liked the football captain of our high school, Damian And he was into me. Weeks before prom, he asked me. And I said yes. Who would not. He was actually the most handsome guy. He was a dream guy. He was good at st
KURT'S POV:-As she left to bring me wine, I stood up and looked around. I went towards her study table. There was a diary set on the table. I smiled as I picked up the diary. I went towards the bed and sat down on its edge. I opened her diary and started reading it. To be honest, I was hoping to know more about her. As she looked very mysterious to me. She was different, there was no doubt. And I wanted to solve that mystery.But to my surprise, the diary contained no information about her and her personal life. Instead it had something very odd. I could see some geometrical shapes. Some odd shapes too. Some drawings. There were some things written in the diary but I could not read them. As they were written in some other languages. There were some pictures attached in some pages. And the details were written about those pictures.She named them as demonic power sp
KURT'S POV:-After hearing her response, I tried to come up with a response but I was speechless. She was right. Her mom told me proudly that her son was gay. Then why would she try to push her daughter to have a straight relationship. If she was really a supportive mother like she had told me, she would never push her daughter to have something she did not want. I looked into her eyes and I literally saw pain in her eyes. She was hurt because of my words."Hey!" I whispered as I went closer to her. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer to my chest. I was just trying to make my point. I did not mean to hurt her feelings."Shhh… you don't have to cry. I am so sorry, Sugarplum. I did not mean to hurt your feelings. If you don't like men, just tell your mom. So she would not push you to like someone you just don't feel to be with." I w
LEYLA'S POV:- I stepped out of the bathroom and went towards the closet. I was looking for something nice and comfortable for me. I pulled out skinny blue jeans and paired it with a black tank top and red and black check shirt. I quickly wore my clothes and dried my hair with the drier. Once I was done, I applied eyeliner and lipgloss. As I did not need makeup, I hardly wore any makeup. I wore my black boots and sprayed perfume on my body. Once I was ready, I grabbed my back and stepped out of my bedroom. I went downstairs. As I entered the kitchen, my mom smiled widely. She came to me to hug me. But instead of that, I ducked and walked towards the fridge. I grabbed the bottle of milk and poured it in a glass. With that, I grabbed an apple and took my seat towards the mini dining table in the kitchen. "Leyla! Your mom was trying to hug you. And you just ignored he
LEYLA'S POV:-After a crazy weekend with Kurt and his friends and my friends, we came back home. Kurt dropped me back with a promise to take me to Oregon next weekend. He decided we had to go to Oregon for our first date. It was Monday again. I could not believe how fast the week went. And the weekend was faster. I was in my office when my phone started ringing. I looked at the screen then gave my father a pleading look. Dad smiled then signalled me to take it. I grabbed my phone and stepped out of dad's office.I walked towards the meeting hall and picked up the call. "Took you long enough. What were you doing? Why did you pick up my call this late, Leyla" I was bombarded with questions as soon as I picked up the call. An annoyed look appeared on my face as I heard his stupid questions."I don't remember that we were in a relationship. And becau
LEYLA'S POV:-I was sitting on the beach, looking at the calmed weave of the sea. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "You look comfortable." I smiled widely as I heard Kurt's voice. He sat down beside me, hugging his knees. Just the way I was sitting. I turned my head towards him and winked at him."The real question is, why did you bring me here? Because, last I remember, you said we will be in Oregon for our next date. But we are at the beach in New York City." I asked him in a dramatic tone that made him chuckle.He laid down on the sand with one of his hands under his head. He opened the second arm for me. I smiled shyly then laid down with him. My head was on his chest as he wrapped his arm around me. "Well, you have been pretty disturbed lately. You talk to me but I started to realize that your head was mostly so
LEYLA'S POV:-We were standing in a mall. I had no idea why Kurt brought me to a mall. And when I asked him, he shushed me saying that he is the boss for now. I rolled my eyes at his dramatic acts but I could not help myself. He was cute and I started to like spending time with him. I did not say another word to him after that. He bought us ice cream. Then he made me sit on a bench and went away. And I was waiting for him, while finishing his and my ice cream. Well, I was hungry and angry. And ice cream was perfect in both scenarios.After almost twenty minutes, he came back. By then, I had finished both of our ice cream. He had a mischievous smirk on his face. I bit my lower lip with a guilty look on my face. "Sorry. I was hungry and angry and your ice cream was more delicious than mine. So I could not stop myself." I said with a guilty pout on my face. Seeing my pout, he laughed out l
LEYLA'S POV:-Once Kurt was gone, I went towards the house. The guard nodded his head at me. I walked towards him. "Did you bring the money?" The guard asked me in an excited tone. I nodded my head as I opened my purse and pulled an envelope out of my purse."Here you go. As promised. Sixty grand. Now, are you sure everything is under control?" Because once I get in, you can't get me out until I am done." I asked him in a curious tone. He opened the envelope and started counting the money. He nodded his head as he heard my question."Yes! It's fine and I have turned off all the cameras until you are done. Nobody will come back until two days later. There is something they are preparing to bring here after two days. Just go inside and get done with everything." He replied to me in a confident tone that made me roll my eyes at his non serio