I stand in front of the house as I take a deep breath, calming down my racing heart. When I step inside, there's no sign of life. The kitchen is in pristine order, as if untouched for days. The place is very quiet and Keith's words hit me hard. He was right. I wonder if Zayne is alright. Our bedroom door is closed and I slowly approach it, my hand trembling as I reach for the doorknob. The laughter, the arguments, the stolen kisses in this very room feel like a distant dream when the door creaks and I catch a glimpse of Zayne huddled on the bed, his face buried in his hands. My heart sinks, and I rush to his side, kneeling down to meet his gaze. "Zayne," I whisper, my voice filled with concern. "Are you okay?" He looks up at me, his eyes so red and filled with pain. He looks at me for a moment, taking in my sudden presence and it breaks my heart to see him like this. He tries to speak, but his voice catches in his throat as he wraps his arms around me as if clinging to the last shre
Myla is back home. After the sleepless nights with her by my side, she's finally back home, where she belongs. It feels as though the world had regained its vibrant colors, and the weight of my worries lifted from my weary shoulders. Holding her in my arms, I can feel the gentle rise and fall of her breath, the steady rhythm that assures me she is indeed real and not a figment of my imagination. The scent of her hair, the familiar touch of her hand on my cheek, it all makes me feel as if all the pieces of my scattered world had finally found their rightful place. And I'm complete. We spent the whole morning making love. I'd call it fucking but it'd sound crude and devoid of everything we felt in those intimate moments. I kissed her waist and traced my fingertips along the curve of her spine, savoring the goosebumps that appeared in response to my touch. I made sure she knew how devoted I was to her, how her presence in my life had turned me into a better version of myself, how deepl
"Pretty, do you have to meet him?" Zayne wraps his arms around me as I look in the mirror and I can see how worried he is. "I mean it makes sense the two of you should talk things out, after all, but I don't know. I just want you to be safe.""I don't think Alex would ever think of hurting me." I wince. "At least not physically.""Emotional pain can be as damaging, Myla." His voice is so soft as he pulls me closer, his warmth enveloping me. "I can't help but worry about what it might do to you."I turn to face him, cupping his face in my hands. "We both need to have this conversation. I need to understand things and he needs a chance to at least try and explain himself. It's been eating at me for a while." I'd like to have a conversation with Alex because deep down, I'm still hoping that he wasn't entirely pretending to be my best friend. Because I know that at some point, he genuinely cared about me. Zayne's eyes soften, and he gently intertwines his fingers with mine. "I know. I kn
The sun is bright and the sky is so blue as I sit next to my father's grave. I put the bouquet of carnations next to it and smile bitterly, feeling the tears sting in my eyes. "Hi, dad," I say and hug my knees closer. "It's been a while." Today is his death anniversary, and just like the previous years, I come to his grave and talk to him as if he's still alive. After all, that's all I could do since I never got to see him or meet him before.Ironically, the day my mother realized she was pregnant was the day my father died. She called him when he was driving but the moment he looked down to search for his phone, a truck came out of nowhere and crashed into his car, ending his life in mere seconds. That's what mom told me, and I refused to ask any further about it. It seemed that it left a deep wound in her life and it was unnecessary to open that wound again. I have her and she's all I could ever ask for. Although having a father would have been nice. It hits me whenever I watch
"Hey, Myla!" Sarah waves from the counter and I flash her a smile. Seriously, she's such a sight for sore eyes. Her hair is so silky and long and her black glasses match her nerdy personality.I glance at Alex who occupies himself with cleaning the tables when deep down he must be thinking about Sarah.I know that because one time I caught him taking a picture of her when she was reading a book in the corner of the café. I always tease him about that but today is his lucky day, I'm not talking about that."You must have been busy," I say and lean on the counter. "Thank you so much, I'll make sure to repay you somehow.""Oh, no you don't have to. I'm more than happy to be of any help." Gosh, I love this girl. "June helped us a lot too, so we weren't too busy at all.""That's a relief. By the way, where is she?""She's hiding from her high school crush who rejected her." She says and I wince. "There he is." I slowly look at the guy she's pointing at and my lips form a thin, straight lin
My mouth hurts from smiling too much at the cameras in front of me. My men stand behind those big lights and make sure everything is perfect, except nothing is.I'm forced, once again, to sit here and smile at the faces that watch me on the other side of the screen. What a waste of time.I don't know how much more I need to fake this stupid smile but if it's any longer, I'll lose it. Along with the interviewer who keeps staring at me with seductive eyes while I do my best to act dumb and oblivious.She puts her hair to the side, revealing her neck as she glances at me and I just roll my eyes mentally because I can't do that on national TV."So, Mr. Laurier," She starts, her voice adding to my annoyance. My only wish now is to get the fuck out of this place and have a whole day of no human interaction so I can relax and not think of strangling anyone. "What advice would you like to share with people as the CEO of one of the biggest corporations here and abroad?"Great, now I have to th
She pops into my mind out of nowhere and I groan when my body reacts before I even know it. I can't understand why she has this effect on me even though I didn't even get to see her face.There's one thing to do. I grab the iPad on my desk and start typing on it. Famous café with the hot girl. I don't even know what I'm doing at this point but I'm so damn curious about who this woman is and it's killing me.I slide my finger on the iPad and through the Google results until one photo appears and the corner of my lips lifts up. There you are.There's a picture of her in her motorcycle and Keith's words replay in my mind. I haven't even met her yet I can recognize her.Looking at the iPad's screen, I find myself too immersed in this. Her hair is long and black, bringing out her blue eyes. She looks unique and exotic, perhaps that's why people recognize her easily.I can't believe I'm admitting a woman is beautiful, gorgeous even, but she is one to praise."Keith," I click on his number
"Was he really that bad?" I hear Alex ask while I make coffee for the customers and I sigh heavily at the unwanted memories. I have decided to put them in the never-recall part of my mind but Alex is not helping."Yes, Alex. So bad I could have killed him right then." He just laughs at my response and then stares at me with concern. "No, he didn't do anything.""Myla, tell me." I stop and turn to him, my lips forming into a straight line."Where do I even start? He was expecting me to suck his cock or whatever because it looked like that's why he called me there. Next time they order, you go." I point to his chest and his eyes widen."No. I don't want to get fucked." He laughs and I roll my eyes at him. "On a serious note, that's expected from someone like him. I mean probably everyone wants to sleep with him for both his looks and his wealth. He must be used to it.""Yeah, but not me. I didn't expect him to be such a dick but-" I stop for a second while holding the two drinks in my h