"Glad to see you awake," Arya greets as she sees him coming down the stairs all sleepy."No shit, Arya," he replies curtly. "I'm not desiring your claims."The young woman who had been worried about him suddenly changes her good mood, so she decides to ignore him as she finishes her breakfast."Gerard is expecting us at seven o'clock at his house," she informs, setting her dirty plate in the dishwasher. "John will pick us up at six thirty.""How come he warned you and not me?" he asks with annoyance and confusion. As he pours himself a cereal."You shouldn't be drinking whole milk, you're intolerant," she clarifies taking the canister from him in front of him that she poured herself from earlier and, instead, poured his almond milk that he usually consumes. Ayden, who couldn't argue with the headache, just looked at him. "He said he'd been dialing you, and you sent to the mailbox. You'd better give him a good pretext, including a business trip I made up for him. See you tonight.""Bye
"And if not, what?" threatens Mark, standing up. "You'll try to hit me like last time or just ask him to ignore me like he's been doing these past few weeks.""That hurts you, doesn't it? Not having all the attention," Ayden counters Ayden.They both begin to walk around Gerard, who lies rubbing his forehead in despair.Arya sees the tone of the complaints escalating and tries to stop them. She walks up to them and asks them to calm down, but they ignore her."What would you know about women if this is the first we've met you!" declares Mark loudly. "For all we know, you might even be paying her to be with you," he says dismissively.Ayden, infuriated by the intent of the comment, shoves him. Mark, trying not to be left behind, pushes him back."Repent your words!" yells Ayden, grabbing him by the collar."Repent that you are capable of prostituting a young girl with good talent? Ha." he mocks, pushing him away."Stop it, now!" he demands between shouts. But they don't listen."You're
Ayden had left again. After that rapprochement, anyone would think that things between them were going to get better, but they were not.He was struggling with his inner demons that were tormenting him."Touching her was a mistake I don't plan to go through again," he tells his lawyer Daniel. "I need you, from now on, to take matters into your hands, as far as dating and all that. I would rather not have to go near her again.""Don't you think you're overreacting?" the lawyer asks."You're not only my lawyer, I consider you a friend, but for you to ask me that makes it pretty clear that you don't care much about how I feel," she scathingly chides him.Daniel takes another sip of whiskey from his glass, sometimes he doesn't know how to deal with his "friend "client"."You know that's not what I mean, I guess you must feel awful. You tell me I'm your friend, but even I don't know why you can't get close to women," he says, remembering something from a ser
"Let go of me, what's wrong with you?" says Arya, struggling with Eleanor."Because of you, I lost the house.""What the hell are you talking about?" asks Arya, obfuscating, pulling away."You owe me Arya, if I hadn't watched out for you, you wouldn't have even survived the race!" claims Eleanor, remembering all the times she treated her then friend to food.Arya makes an indignant face as she doubts that's possible."When you do things from the heart, you don't throw things back in her face!" she remarks those words angrily. "Besides, I thanked you, what do you expect that I pay you?""Yes, pay me for everything I did for you!" she exclaims, bursting into tears. "I was left penniless, homeless, and I have to support Alex. You live well now, and you forgot about me, that we were friends.""Stop being such a hypocrite, Eleanor!" the doctor asks. "Don't you think I didn't hear that it was you who told Jeff about my condition?"Eleanor stops cryi
It was a sunny Friday, the weather was perfect for walking to the clinic, which was not too far from there. Just five blocks."You're crazy," Ayden deferred, grabbing his briefcase. "You're not walking.""Please, if I get tired I call a cab," the young pregnant woman insists. "I haven't been able to walk to Central Park, it gets dark too early."Ayden rubs his forehead heavily."I'll walk you, as soon as you get there, okay? I'll give you your space, or I'll just sit on a bench while you walk back and forth" he suggests, intending to get her to agree."Okay..." she says, taking her bag as well.They both go down in the elevator, but say no more to each other. Ayden has kept his promise to keep his distance.When they arrive, there are more people than usual, all dressed in suits."Good morning, Miss Harley," greets John."Good morning, John, who are they?" she asks him rather than Ayden."They are your bodyguards "warns Ayden behind
"Are you deaf?" she asks wryly. "I already told you I'm not. It's clear that Arya is not safe in your hospital, so they stay. Yes or yes.""You're fucking arrogant," Mark whispers, only for Ayden to hear him."Yeah, but what I've got as a fucker, is proportional to what you've got as a whiny little mama's boy," she sneers remembering old times.Mark angrily punches Ayden in the face, who punches him back in the jaw."That's all it takes," Arya says, grabbing her purse and stepping away.The people around her move away and others mill about as the Emory brothers put on their show.Arya, angry at the situation, turns away from them and heads back to the ER."Get them away," she calls to her bodyguards, who immediately intervene to try to separate them.By the time they finally manage to do so, Arya is no longer there. She has left them."A Pair of Neanderthals," she whispers as she prepares a suture kit.And as imagined, both brothers
The days soon passed; Arya was in her seventh month of pregnancy. Ayden had ordered all the mirrors removed from her “meditation room”, so that the remodeling work could begin."Everything will be ready by the time the baby is born," Daniel reported, standing next to Arya. "The decorator is coming. I think you should go."Daniel, seeing the disappointment on Arya's face, feels sorry for her."Don't misunderstand me. I mean for emotional health" he clarifies, trying to be empathetic. "It will be less difficult for you if you don't get involved in this.""Involve me less, you say? When the child is carrying half of my genes, and I'm the one gestating it, feeling every movement or when it hiccups…. What a stupid thing to say" she declares, walking away angrily from there."Arya, don't be angry," Daniel asks in vain. She has already gone downstairs on her way to her bedroom."What I should do is get away from this place, go to Cary again," she mutters, entering the hallway to her room, bu
"Thanks anyway, you're a sweetheart," she says, giving him an innocent kiss on the cheek then walking away, answering her benefactor's call."Arya, what happened, are you okay?" he asks worriedly."I am, my mother isn't, I have to go to her," she says with her voice cracking."I'm on my way to the clinic, I'll see you in the ER," he warns getting out of the car and hangs up.Arya walks as fast as she can to get her things and meets a pale Ayden at the ER entrance, just as promised."You got here fast," she mentions, handing him his work bag."I was on my way home, I wanted to change for a business lunch," she clarifies. "John called me. What do you know about your Mirella?""He spoke to me, claimed me, said he already knew everything and then there was a commotion; they hung up on me," she says, trying to call her mother back, but it sends straight to voicemail."I'm sorry," she expresses sincerely.They both get into the car and John drives them to the resting place where his mother