Chapter 163
By the time I wake up, it's already past 8am. I take a shower and wear a pair of grey jeans and a white t-shirt, just for a change. I've been used to wearing suits all the time. It's becoming boring. I choose to use the stairs and on my way, I can smell bacon and eggs. I am pretty sure that's not mom cooking. Whatever she tries cooking, burns into flames and thick smoke fills the entire kitchen. It can't be dad... although he's a good cook, he rarely cooks unless it's Christmas or Thanksgiving. Maybe it's him.
I walk straight to the kitchen to find out and to my surprise, I find dad sitting on a stool next to the kitchen island, a smile on his face as he puts a piece of bacon into his mouth and Carla is busy cooking.
"Carla?" My eyes go wider than saucers as I run to hug her, "How did you get here?" I ask her.
Her smile looks genuine. The last time I saw her beautiful face, she was crying and sad.
"Your father called me yesterday in the evening and told me to come back as early as possible. I'm happy to be back," she says and her eyes glitter with joy. But when my mother walks into the kitchen, the smile fades away in a split second. She doesn't speak to Carla. I swear I can notice a lump on her throat. She's still angry.
She notices that she has interrupted us and the happy mood that was all over just evaporated due to her presence. She walks straight past us, headed for the door that leads to the swimming pool.
"Ma'am... please sit down, let me serve you breakfast," Carla offers and mom stops in her tracks. Turns towards Carla and clenches her jaw. Dad glares at her and I know of she does the opposite of what Carla just told her, hell will break loose.
She quietly pulls out a stool and sits further away from the rest of us and Carla serves her breakfast and she eats silently. Not even bothering to lift her head or join in the conversation between dad and I.
I keep stealing glances at her, but she doesn't dare look back at me.
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Kyrah's POV
I am woken up by the sound of my phone ringing. Lazily, I stretch my arm and grab it from the nightstand and slide my finger across it to answer.
"Morning, Bailey. You can wake up now." Scott's calm voice slithers it's way into my ears soothingly, making me more alert. I clear my throat before responding.
"Morning, Stone," I say, "Have you had breakfast yet?"
"Just cereal," he says.
"I guess I'll have that too then. What time are we leaving?" I ask.
"As soon as you're ready, take your time."
"I don't even know what to wear," I say turning over in bed and groaning into my pillow.
"Just wear something comfortable and with bright colors. You've been wearing a lot of dull colors lately. Don't think I don't notice, Kyrah. Bright colors brighten up your mood."
"Look who's talking. You're the one who wears black outfits nearly everyday." I chuckle.
"Black is what makes me happy. It's my favorite color, actually," he snorts.
"I bet you're wearing black right now," I tease.
"Come to your window," he says and without wasting a second, I walk to my window and draw the curtains, as bright light pours into my room. I spot Scott in his room and he's staring back at me with his phone on his ear. He waves and I wave back. He's... not wearing black.
"Hm! I'm surprised you're in a blue vest. I thought all your vests were black." I shrug and from my end, I see him grinning back at me.
"I'm the only one who knows all the clothes I own and their colors. Get yourself ready and call me when you're done."
"Aren't you coming over?" I ask.
"I want to see you once you're ready. Now get in the shower, young lady." He grins once more.
"Yes, sir." I laugh and hang up. But I stare back at him through my window. When he leaves, I close the curtains again and head to the bathroom.
When I am done showering. I do my makeup, just a natural look would do for today, a little mascara and lip gloss. Then I choose to wear an off shoulder top that has sunflower prints on it, a pair of shorts that reach slightly above my knees, white sneakers and since it's sunny, I plant a pair of sunglasses in my hair which is neatly tied into a ponytail. I carry my little brown monkey bag and head out after having breakfast and feeding Snow.
I call Scott to come out, even though his house is literally ten steps away from mine.
When he walks out, my jaw drops. My heart fails me for a moment and I think I just felt something move in my stomach.
He's in navy denim shorts, a dark blue floral shirt that's halfway unbuttoned, revealing his chest, a pair of dark sunglasses and white loafers. He looks like someone from the Bahamas.
I swear it's like watching Dacre Montgomery or Noah Centineo walking in slow motion. This is out of the ordinary. He doesn't wear anything like what he's wearing now. He looks... hot. Like super hot! Jalapeños ain't got nothing on him.
Calm down. Just breathe.
I swallow dryly when he approaches me.
"Surprised?" he smirks and I nearly collapse.
"I am beyond surprised. I am in utter shock. You look so..." should I say it or not, oh fuck it. "Hot!"
He chuckles and looks away shyly. I love his dark sunglasses.
"You look hot yourself too. I like that top, it looks really cute on you." It's like we've worn clothes we've never seen each other with.
"So where are you taking me?" I ask as we walk to his car and he gets the door for me.
"To the beach." He grins and closes the door for me when I enter.
Ah! The beach. I love the beach.
When we arrive at the beach we both take off our shoes and leave them in the car and take a walk. For a reason I don't want to know, his shirt is now fully unbuttoned and I have no idea when he unbuttoned all of it. I am trying so hard not to look at his chest.
Focus, woman! Focus!
After walking for a while, I look up at him. He looks so engulfed in his thoughts and I stop and so does he.
"Whatever is on your mind, I want to hear about it," I say as the wind blows over us. The sweet smell of the beach mixed with his masculine scent makes me feel happy.
"That's one of the reasons I brought you here." he smiles down at me.
"And the second reason is...?"
"To get you out of the house. You've barely gone anywhere since... you know." He sighs and continues walking. "Let's go sit on that bench over there." He points to somewhere near a palm tree. We sit down and he leans on the back of the bench. He takes off his sunglasses and stares far into the ocean and then, he begins.
"I have a lot to say to you, but one day might not be enough for me. I don't know where to start." He shrugs and rakes his fingers through his hair.
God! That's so ho–
FOCUS, KYRAH!
"I can ask a few questions for a start," I suggest and he nods. "I want to know... why are you so secretive, you rarely talk about yourself, and your mood yesterday... I think... I think you were sad at some point. What's hurting you?"
He grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers.
Something travels up my arm. Something I can't even describe.
"I hope you don't... mind this." He looks at our fingers and I squeeze his hand.
"It's okay, go ahead. I don't mind," I say, and he squeezes back.
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