His Ex Wife

Chapter 17: The Moonlight

Flashback

They reached the top of the small hill Mariella’s house was located on, the road was all worked up in new and undamaged cement, leading to this entire view of the city of London. Lights filled the skyline for both of them, Mariella was instantly mesmerized. Her left hand was still tightly held by Iyan and strangely, as they had been walking up the hill, he had been caressing her hand with his thumb slowly, in a very caring gesture. Mariella had not withdrawn her hand from his grip.

He had even asked if she was feeling cold again or if she wanted to get back but she had nodded a ‘no’. She had gotten kind of lost and with Iyan’s total attention on her, she had forgotten about her father and that haunted mansion whose slave she had been for so much time.

“Have you ever been up here?” Iyan asked as he watched her face go from neutral and worried to carefree and happy. She was so happy to see the lights.

“No, obviously not. Had I known this is what exists here, this spot would have become my regular hang out place,” she looked at him, her eyes glowing with the joy.

He chuckled softly, “Okay what do you like better? City lights or stars?”

“You’re actually asking me that?” she laughed in return and both of them sat down cross legged on the wide road. It was the end of the road right then, reaching the top of the hill. No vehicles would be coming therefore, that remained clear.

“Yes, see if I like a girl and I want to take her out someday, I should know what she likes first, shouldn’t I?” he asked her, raising an eyebrow.

Her stomach turned again- butterflies! This was literally happening a lot lately, specially in Iyan’s company.

“I see,” she said, not reacting to what he said, “Who is this lucky girl you want to take out to a date then?” she asked teasingly before shifting her focus on to the gaspingly beautiful view in front of her.

Iyan chuckled again in response to that, he noticed her body language; her shoulders lay relaxed now and her body was not tensed anymore like it had been when she had just opened the gate in front of the mansion.

his gaze away from her and to the view

never even asked you this but you’ve never had a girlfriend before?” she turned

through family friends and cousins and all of

was a very handsome guy and she knew this fairly well that had he been Italy, he would have been the hot topic in her school for all the girls. “Lying won’t

think I have the time to play the games most people play at our age. Liking, dating, having sex, moving on and this vicious cycle that repeats…it’s too cruel throwing yours and someone else’s emotions like this. Not to mention, it’s also a bit time consuming,”

had been long

of our age?” she

would date in the future. What I really meant to say is that I don’t want to waste time- time is precious commodity- and I don’t have the patience for the whole dating then breaking up

listening quietly, concentrating on all the words Iyan said and then smiled at him in response,

was probably the first time that he was sharing his thoughts

do you want?” she asked, all her interest

harder at this question, “I have not

clearly not going to go away until

She’s attractive or not, doesn’t matter, she’s skinny or chubby, doesn’t matter either, she has a bad past or not, none of this would matter to me more than herself. I don’t expect some princess for myself, just an

him. She wished she would find a guy like him one day and live happily ever after with him- only, the reality is too distinct from fairytales, we don’t have wishing wells that

sexy Italians you have

all, let alone an Italian. Her nose scrunched up in disgust as she looked at Iyan, “I have not hooked up with

had literally taken his small

inches close to you in front of your house, how would you ever come to terms with kissing anyway,” he mocked her, laughing again.

knitted together in pure annoyance, this was plenty to drive up her nose. She passed him death glares as

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