The Calm Before the Storm.

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|The Calm Before the Storm.|

Ayla

I looked up at my dad confused, "What marks?" I said thinking out loud.

"Those reddish ones."He said looking at the thoroughly. I mumbled a 'Wait a second.' and rushed to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror I inspect my neck and see the red marks or their other name, Hickeys. My eyes widened and I twisted the tap dabbing cool water onto them. Ryder just had to eat my neck like a damn wolf.

What the hell would I tell my dad.

"So what are they?" I hear and in the mirror I see dad at the door with a sandwich in his mouth, I think he figured it out or had an idea that it was hickey. I shuffled trying to think of something to say and he stood there calm but I knew he'd go ballistic if he knew the truth.

"I think I have bedbugs, my neck and back has been itching all day dad, I've been scratching non-stop so that's probably where the marks are from." I said hastily and scratched my neck gently to make it look more believable. He eyed me for a few seconds before cracking a smile.

"Thank god for that, I thought I would have to get a bat out to beat up a boy, but I know my beautiful daughter is not like that." I giggled nervously and let out a breath of relief.

'Oh dad, your daughters done worse then getting a few hickeys.' A voice in my mind spoke although it was harsh the statement was right, I wasn't as innocent as my dad thought I was.

We both left to the kitchen and sat down again, I got out ingredients to make lasagna and mum came down. "Habibti." She says and gives my dad a big kiss, I smile and put the sheets of pasta to boil.

"Nunu, when did you get home?" She asks and kisses my cheek, "I think it been half an hour, how was your day?" I ask and preheat the oven, I warm the pan up putting oil into it.

"I woke up at eleven and ate croissant and tea, watched a few dramas and fell asleep." She says and helps me with marinating the mince.

"Ah a meal made by two of my angels, that's the life." Dad says making mum laugh, "Stephan, you should be cooking for me Hayati." She jokes and he gets up, "Okay, I will, you two go rest I'll call when the food is done." I nod and smile, whilst walking up the stairs I hear my mum saying things a daughter should not hear.

Cringing, I enter my room and sigh flopping myself onto the bed.

I started to think about Ryder, his words.

Who would supposedly take me from his arms, why was he so upset, why did I miss him? All of these questions spiraled through my mind causing a headache. I hissed as a sharp pain formed in my head and I went downstairs. Entering the kitchen I shrieked seeing my parents kissing heavily.

"Mum, dad! please stop." I say and they laugh.

"I've got a headache mum." I whine and sit down, she pouts taking my head into her hands rubbing it gently. As usual she was making me feel better, oh how I loved my mum. Dad gave me a glass of water and some medicine which I gladly took. Dad looked on the counter for something and groaned, "I forgot the Costello stock order documents. shit." He says and rubs his temples.

Hearing the name Costello I paled.

"Do you really need them?" Mum asks and caresses his arms.  "Yes, I need to calculate costs and send the orders off so the meals are created in time for all of next months flights." He answers.

"I can go and pick them up." I say out of the blue, I needed fresh air and I don't mind going for a drive.

"Are you sure? I think it's still raining."Mum says I shake my head and give a smile. "I need fresh  air, which restaurant are the documents in?" I ask and pick up the keys to my BMW M5, a present from my dad when I got my license.

"Okay, the papers are in the Kensington branch. They're on my desk, its in a manila folder that's says 'Costello.' on it, let me give you the keys, go through the backdoor." He passes me the keys to the restaurant and I put some Adidas fluxes on. "Isn't the restaurant open it's only five?"

"Yes but it'll be easier to go through the back." He says and I nod, I head out and close the door hearing a 'Be safe.' shouted by my dad. Unlocking my car I sit down and sigh. I put the two front windows down and start the car, I leave my estate and make my way to the restaurant. I played some music and sat in traffic, how could I forget the infamous London rush hour it was a Friday as well. The wind blew through my hair and covered my face, I drove slowly and removed the hair seeing the car in front of me made me slam on the breaks and do a double take. It was Ryder and Leona, she was kissing his cheek as they lay in traffic. My heart fell to my stomach breaking into a million pieces.

I beeped the horn making her get off him, they looked back and Ryder's eyes expanded, aghast from seeing me. I shook my head clearly disappointed and before I knew it the tears lay at the borders of my eyes ready to flow like a stream. His eyes said sorry and his face turned motionless, Leona smirked as if proud I had caught them. Once the light had turned green I overtook them speeding to the restaurant.

I gripped the steering wheel tight scared to let go, if I did I'm sure I would've crashed. I was so angry, horrified.

How could he kiss her?

Didn't he care about me?

The road were blurry as I rushed to the restaurant. When arriving I stayed in the car and wiped my tears, I hated how even after everything my love for him never died but seeing him with Leona was beyond terrible, it was painful.

I got out and took a deep breath, slamming the door shut I look through the spotless window to see many people dining. Opening the door I make my way to my dad's office saying hi to some of the workers. I entered his office to see many manila folders scattered over his desk. How the hell was I meant to find the damn Costello folder?

Hearing the door open I turned to see Ryder, I gasped and dropped my keys.

"What are you doing here?" I asked hoping to sound malicious. "Ayla please--" He walks towards me making me step back.

"Get out." I say and he frowns, displeased.

"Odio che ti faccio piangere." He says and wipes a stray tear off of my cheek. I cant help but curl my face into his hand loving his touch. I shook my head as if saying no to him, no to him touching me.

"Ryder speak English you know I don't understand you." I say gritting my teeth.

"La bella mio rosa, I'm too fucked up you don't want me." He states, "And you think that's your decision! whether I want you or not it's not your decision, now tell me who is going to take me from your arms?" I questioned and crossed my arms over my chest.

"I know Ayla, I know it's not my decision but I'm scared. You don't have too know who he is." He said defeated.

"Then why don't you let me help you." I said and sighed, "I'd rather die then have you involved in his games." His answers were always so cryptic and it irked my patience. ".Who is he, for gods sake just tell me the truth for once!" I shouted and he pushed my against the desk kissing me roughly. His mouth was hot, minty and ravishing my lips. He grabbed my hair and neck making me moan, I wanted this, so badly, but I wont give in.

I pushed him away and looked at him, I was raging and he knew that.

"Get the fuck away from me."

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Translations-

Habibti- Dear/honey. (Arabic.)

Nunu- Baby. (Arabic.)

Hayati- My life. (Arabic.)

Odio che ti faccio piangere- I hate that I make you cry. (Italian.)

La bella mio rosa- My beautiful rose. (Italian.)

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Amara.