It was the weekend already, and Ayla didn't have a single clue about how to start with her day. She had been up for an hour already, but Claude was nowhere to be seen.  Usually, he would be up before she was and they would have their dinner together down in the main hall before going on about their own days. Ayla would leave for the college, and he would wait patiently before the entrance of her campus until she was longer in his sight before heading down to his company.  But what was she supposed to do on a saturday. Especially now that her mother-in-law was back from her small trip. The old woman served as a reminder for her that life was not as simple as she was taking it to be. She was lucky enough to have a couple of days' break from the old woman's nagging.  Moreover, she remembered Claude mentioning something about the new article getting published today. He had managed to get the publications delayed to the weekend so that she didn't ha

Gushes of cold wind blew by her hair, turning them into a tangled mess. Ayla was regretting not tying her hair up into a bun as soon as she stepped out of the private jet.  When Claude had mentioned about the getaway, she had agreed to it right away. She knew that there was nothing for her to be afraid of. He had done nothing so far to break her trust. And she believed that he would not attempt to do anything of the sort.  Moreover, she was supposed to make some public appearances with him anyway. Hence, Ayla didn't find any harm in tagging along. It was a much better alternative than having to spend her weekend back at the mansion listening to her mother-in-law.  But never did she think about it being out of the city. They had to take the company's jet to arrive at their destination: San Francisco. Though it only took them almost an hour and a half to reach, Ayla could feel the flight's tiredness creeping up her back. All she wanted was to jum

"By the way, if you don't mind me asking, how exactly are you two related? Claude kept on saying that it's a surprise and refused to tell me anything." She rolled her eyes at Claude first before giving Katherine a smile. Ayla didn't find it comfortable to be poking her nose in their private matters, but she had to know for sure. "This little fool hasn't told you about me?" Katherine was a little baffled by the sudden revelation. "Don't tell me that you haven't told her anything?" She shifted her eyes to throw Claude a deadly stare, only to see him shaking his head. "For real?" Katherine was clearly having a hard time believing her ears, but all Ayla could do was to watch it all from the sidelines. "I didn't get the chance to do it." This time Claude spoke up in his defence. "Everything happened so fast, and I wanted her to get settled down first before disclosing anything about the family's secret. More so, I couldn't do it with Mo

"It's already midnight." Claude spoke up as he looked up to meet her gaze. "Do we really have to go?" "It'd be rude." Ayla rolled her eyes before picking up her denim jacket and pulled it over her shoulders. "Kathie looked eager to spend time with you." She added with a shake of her head. "No! She is eager to spend time with you." Claude corrected her before burying his face into the pillow. "And there's no way we'll be able to come back inside before the sun is up. You don't know her like I do." "It's not like you are an early sleeper anyway." Ayla interrupted him. "And you don't have to wake up early either tomorrow." She added, trying to persuade the man who was refusing to get out of the bed. Claude, on the other hand, found himself to be in a dilemma. As much as he wanted to spend time with his family, he needed the rest more. He agreed completely with what Ayla said about his sleeping habits, but there were certain things she

Claude finally forced his eyes open and looked in her direction only to find her staring back at him. Her face was shadowed by a threatening frown.  "I'll be fine here." He mumbled once again, hoping that she would give up this time.  "Alright then. I'll just go and ask Katherine to arrange another room for you." Ayla shrugged her shoulders casually and was about to get out of the covers when she was interrupted.  "Fine." Claude got up on his feet and walked to the other side of the bed. "Don't you ever threaten me like that again though." He grumpily added before throwing himself on the mattress.  He didn't forget to pick one of the pillows from behind and placed it between them.  "I will threaten you again if I want to, Mister." Ayla mumbled with her half droopy eyes. "If that's what is going to take to make you have a good sleep." She pushed herself under the covers, snuggling against the pillow behind her. "Have a