Clinton wasn't going to kill her in those dreams. He wasn't going to wreak vengeance on her. Instead, he was going to save her from an enemy attacking from behind her back. He was going to protect her. An unrestrained tear streamed down her face. This wasn't any dream, this was reality. She could tell her dreams apart from reality now. But how could Clinton be real when he was in a child form?Shock flashed across Kayla's face. Clinton turned into the candlelight eyes creature. The creature turned his back to her at first. Then he looked at her. Kayla's lips parted, questions flooding her mind as she was baffled and mystified. Clinton turned into the candlelight eyes creature, and the creature was… no.The memories collided in full blast, making her eyes go agape. A shaky pant left her as she stepped backwards in fear and disbelief. Everything was real. Nothing had been a dream from the start. Those mornings she woke up amnesiac… Anthony erased her memory. She remembered everything. S
Soft cries. Kayla's eyes were shut. She was unmoving in the bed. There was an intense pain in her head—a pain ten times the one she'd felt before. She felt unwell. Her fist clenched the duvet firmly. Was that a bed beneath her? Curious, she opened her eyes. It really was a bed. She was in her bedroom. How did she get here? Her face took a thoughtful quality. Driving home after her sisters her was all she recalled.Emotions, confusion, and questions raced in. As if the illness got kicked out by the piano song heard from the living room, she jerked out of bed to hurry to the living room but halted in the bedroom door, her hand hanging near the knob. ‘I’ll live for you’. That was she and Clinton's favorite song. It was a song only she and Clinton knew of. A song they hid from the world. How did Anthony get it?Unable to withstand the emotions that left her panting, shivering as tears built up in her eyes, she sagged to the floor and broke down in tears. No song that Anthony had played s
Kayla puffed out heavily, shutting her eyes. Dominic's house stood in an isolated place, in the middle of the woods. She'd taken Dominic's home address from Kiran. Her plan was to inquire about Anthony from Dominic. Her pride clung to her. Biting her lip, she breathed a curse. Melt her resolve and meet Dominic inside his house became a tough task. In truth, she didn't expect the best from Dominic.Counting down to a certain number in her mind, she exhaled to release practically all nervousness, then proceeded into the house. The house caretaker led her to the living room where Dominic was. Now she stood a few steps away, staring eye to eye with him. The smiley-god was giving her that big-ass smile.Dominic set down the magazine he'd been reading on the table. “My visitors don't stand.”Following his words, Kayla took a seat on a sofa by his right.“Anything you'll like to have?” Kayla shook her head. “I’m fine.”“Ci scusi,” he said to the caretaker. (Do excuse us.) The caretaker exit
It would be a casual day at work today. Kayla’s outfit screamed casual. Bathing herself with a sweet fragrance perfume in the dressing mirror, she took her car keys from the table and sailed off the room.Treading down the stairs, her steps faltered, effectively bringing her to a halt. She placed a hand over her face, her eyes closed. The world went into a spin as dizziness took over. Feeling a bit relieved, she sucked in a lungful of air and expelled it heavily. Putting a foot forward, the dizziness returned in full blast, sweeping her off her feet. She tumbled down the rest of the stairs.Kayla winced as she collided with the marble floor. For a moment, she lay there in pain, whimpering, her brow wrinkled. She wouldn’t lay there forever, would she? Every of her attempt to get up landed her back on the floor. Her whole body hurt. She crawled toward her holdall to reach it. Her attempt was interrupted when she didn’t only feel strong arms scooping her from the floor, but felt the ston
“To be honest, that night when I fought for Anthony—” Christian hissed with satisfaction, his eyes closed. “It was fun. But… someone murdered my excitement. Why the fuck was Corey fighting a battle his father brought upon Kayla?”“If I may guess. That's Corey's masterstroke of deception. I don't trust he's got good intentions in him,” Bo put in.“I look to kill him each night I go to release my beast and fight for Anthony. You should be looking to kill the bastard too, Anthony,” Jacob said.“I have my reasons for not rubbing him out. One reason is clearer than the others. Perhaps taking on Corey will cost so much of my health. So, I'm preserving my strength and health for Marcus instead. It's that simple.”Christian clicked his tongue sharply and shrugged. “Well, I support your reasons.”A vibration on the executive desk. Someone hit Anthony's line. It was the head event planners. She was asking to know the kind of cakes Kayla preferred. Why was the question his to answer? These days,
The murderous headache again? She massaged her forehead with her fingers. The headache wasn't the only problem, her stomach also was. Why did it feel like her stomach was being operated on, while she was wide awake? Dear Lord, her stomach hurt so badly. She pressed her hands on her stomach, wriggling, uttering soft pained cries. On top of all that pain, she was sick and queasy.She rushed to her feet and sprinted for the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet. Flushing the puke, she plodded tiredly to the door, her hand on her stomach. She stopped when something hit her mind. It felt like a hot fluid running down her feet. Beneath her feet, the fluid felt thicker and hotter than water. Confused and slightly apprehensive, she looked down.A gasp slipped out of her. She was bleeding. Nearly, she was panicking as that was her first time experiencing such, but she took a breath to mellow out. She collected her period diary from the bathroom drawer. There, her period didn't come last month. S
The party set off at night, at Anthony's house. Places were open for the guests to access in the house, but outside the house was the main spot. Not more than a hundred guests were present. Guests looked their best in casual evening clothes. Some wore birthday cups over their heads. Chatters, low soothing music, and other sounds consumed the atmosphere. The guests had enough and even extra to eat and drink. There were all kinds of food and drink. Some guests even made themselves comfortable in the pool, and some played outdoor games, while some preferred discussing.Kayla and her friends came together for a chat. Given Kayla was the birthday celebrant, she added a birthday cup to her casual brown floral dress. “Let me guess, the settings and every other thing was your idea,” Kiran said. Kayla nodded to Kiran with a smile.“It’s so sweet of Anthony to assist you organize your party. His heart is truly open to you, trust me,” a smiling Nora said, shooting her a knowing look.Kayla gav
“Dance.” Eyes fell on Imani who mentioned it. “Yes, we'd love to watch the couple dance. And even…” Her body language gave a signal that they might find her idea a little out of it. “Do something romantic at least. DJ, play them a cool song.”Dance with someone she pissed off and couldn't look at? Kayla was nervous, though her appearance only gave off hesitation. She faced Anthony. Anthony took her hand. He was going to begin the dance when she nearly decided to sit out. He looped a hand around her and gently pulled her closer. She let him take the first step, and then… they were dancing. Ball dance. She and Clinton enjoyed it back then. He made her feel like a little princess in the ballroom.Kayla was eager to stop the dance. Her charge dropped the second he slammed his lips on hers, and his tongue waltzed into her mouth as he surveyed every inch of it, sipping from her tongue. It was unexpected, yet welcoming. The satisfaction it brought was magnetic and potent. It beckoned her a h