King's Pov
"Then?" I asked with absolute curiosity.
"What happened?" He questioned.
"What do you mean by what happened? I don't have a lot of time. Say what you want to say." I inquired.
"Maya?" He asked.
"Why do you even care? She is here, in her bedroom. Are you okay now?" I questioned, walking to the door to pour a glass of wine.
"Did she recognize you?" He asked, walking over.
"Not really." I answered as I left him standing at the bar.
"Meaning?" He asked again.
"Why am I even answering your questions?" I asked as I chuckled out of frustration.
"Because I am your best friend." He replied as he sat down, sipping his wine.
"Whatever, she asked if we had seen each other before_"
"And?" He quickly cuts in.
"And I said no." I replied honestly.
"Why? You don't tell lies, why did you lie to her?" Drake asked as I remained silent for a while.
"I was analyzing something." I replied and Drake laughed out loud. My expression darkened, I questioned harshly.
"Drake, what the hell are you laughing about?"
"What were you analyzing?" He questioned back
"She hates me as much as I do. She didn't know I was King, she stupidly said a lot of things."
"She wants to take revenge, isn't it?" Drake added.
"Yes, I suppose.
I feel sorry because she doesn't have any idea of the demon she is about to deal with." Drake said honestly.
"Good God! Drake? You can say that again." I said, beaming wildly.
"Light a cigarette for me and add a glass of whiskey." I said throwing the box of cigars at him. He grabbed it in the air and lit it then passed it to me.
"Seriously King? I don't understand you on this."
"You don't have to, Drake. Cheers to my success." I replied blissfully.
"Cheers but you have to tell me everything, her rejection isn't the only reason you are doing that. I know you very well." He said, relaxing on the sofa.
"Drake? Stop overthinking, reward me with a beautiful bitch tonight." I said as he nodded approvingly.
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Maya's Pov.
"Until now, I thought I had been dreaming. Oh my Damien? Why did you leave me? How can I possibly defeat King alone?" I asked myself so many questions as I sat on the ground beside the hefty sphere-like bed. The was was laid with a cream sheet, matching the color of the bedside chair.
The bedroom was very spacious with a mild interior decoration. Two tables were situated either side of the bed. On my right was the bedside table with a buffet lamp, a telephone and a clear glass vase which contained daisies.
On my right was a study table, it had a small pot of plant, a study lamp and water with glass. Then a path leading to my walk_in closet and a dressing room and a bathroom.
The thick curtains were pulled together on the other side of the window. One the side, the window was opened, inviting the different scents of flowers from the garden.
My eyes traveled up to stare at the plush crystal chandelier. Unable to sleep, I decided to get a glass of juice.
I poured a glass and sat down, sipping it gently.
I was startled as I heard a female voice calling me from behind.
I turned to see the maid in a blue satin.
"Sorry Miss, I didn't mean to startle you but what are you doing awake at this time? It's now 2:15am, I saw the light on and decided to check who it was.
"What did you say your name was, again?" I asked as I stood up immediately.
"Hayat." She replied with a broad smile.
"Hayat... Hayat."How could I forget? Hayat means life, isn't it? I said, placing the glass down and tapping my head gently.
"Yeah, it is." She replied.
"You are a Turkish, from Turkey. Why here?" I asked as I moved forward, placing both hands on my thighs.
"It's a long story. So, why don't you tell me first, what you are doing in the kitchen at this time?" She asked with a bleak expression.
"Yeah, I couldn't sleep and I decided to get a glass of juice." I replied, pointing to the glass of juice on the table.
"I see…" She said with a warm smile.
You have a very spacious and beautiful kitchen. I commented, looking around dumpfolder.
"Not entirely? It's King's." She replied, getting a glass of water for herself.
"Speaking of the King, I haven't met him yet. Isn't he bothered to see me?" I said with a serious tone.
"Are you sure you have not met him?" She asked with confusion.
"No, I haven't. Where is his room?" I asked with perceptive interest.
"Up there but you won't see him." She said, drinking her water.
"Why?" I asked as I felt disenchanted.
"Because he is not at home." She answered simply.
"He is not, where is he then?" I asked, turning to take my juice.
"He is out." She replied, opening a drawer to keep the glass she has used.
"Out to where, Doing what?" I questioned as though I was his mother.
"I don't know, Miss. I don't get involved in his business. He doesn't like that. She replied as if I was disturbing her.
"Interesting, I think he hates everything in the world." I said, looking at her while I sipped the remaining juice.
"You should be careful around him, that's all I can say to you." She advised me.
"Hayat? He killed my husband. I hate him, I hate him so much that I won't be able to follow his rules." I replied sharply as tears rolled down my finical rose cheeks.
"Miss, please calm down and stop crying. Crying won't help the situation and you can't tell if he really kissed your husband." She said, comforting me in her amiable embrace.
"I miss my family,I wish I could see them. Do you think he would allow me to see them?" I asked, still buried in her embrace.
"I don't know but I don't think he would. I think you should go to bed now, it's late." She replied, gently pulling me from her embrace.
"Thanks for the advice." I said, wiping my eyes with the hem of my dress.
"Don't mention it, I am at your service." She said and kissed me on the cheek.
"Sleep well, Hayat." I replied and kissed her back.
"I think Hayat would be the same age as Eva. Unlike Eva, Hayat had her blonde hair held in a ponytail.
"Wait." She said as she turned to face me.
"Miss, I think I have a better idea." She said, beaming under her vivacious black eyes.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Why don't you come with me to my room and borrow my cellphone to call your parents. She asked, waiting impatiently for an answer.
"That's a great idea." I replied with a grin. She led the way and I followed humbly behind.
She opened her door, glinted the light on and guess what? Her room was as spacious as mine with flower pots almost at every corner. Her bed was situated at the left corner and she had a little bookshelf and a wardrobe isolated near her dressing at the extreme right corner. Looking straight, is a path leading to her washroom.
"On the wall had portraits of two stunning kids laughing as they had roses in hand. There was another photo that included her and the two lovely kids.
"Who are they? I asked, pointing to the photos.
"My children, they are in turkey." She said looking at them.
"The older one is in green and the younger one in black. They are called Hayal and Eda. At the moment, they are with their father in istanbul. Don't worry, we have a whole lot to talk about." She said, handing over the cellphone.
"First, sit on the bed and call your parents."
I smiled, sat on the bed and dialed my father's number. He answered on the third ring and said huskily.
"Mr. Martinez speaking, who is this?" He asked as I heard him yawn.
I got all emotional and couldn't say a word.
"Hello… hello… hello" He continued to say as I responded softly.
"Dad, it's me." I said, looking at Hayat.
"Honey, my love, princess, is that you?" He asked as I felt his smile through the phone.
"Yes dad, it is me, Maya." I replied yet again, softly.
"Honey, are you safe?"He asked with concern.
"I am you? And mom? I added.
"We were worried, but once you have called, we can now sleep." He said.
"Dad, I will call you back tomorrow." I said as I hung up, I couldn't control the tears.
"Thank you, I shall take my leave now." I said and hurried to the room.
"As I climbed the bed,I cried to
myself and somehow drifted into sleep"
King came to me and my eyes popped open.