MARRIED MY ONE NIGHT STAND

CHAPTER 4. FUNERAL DRAMA

LAURA'S POV

I was so wrong to think that Blake would choose me over Mya, I wasn't supposed to tell him that she was here, but the hopeful in me thought that he wouldn't care. We were going to go to that new bar they just opened in town, but things just turned sideways when I let it out that Mya was here for Mrs. Devereux funeral, I know, is her grandmother, but they weren't in speaking terms. I once heard my moms talk about how Mya was probably never going to set foot here again after their last conversation. It seems Mrs. Devereux needed Mya to come back to marry some very important business associate, and she refused. After that, they didn't speak again. One of my moms is her grandmother's personal assistant and is very involved with all her personal transactions, my other mom, my biological mother, is the head housekeeper at the manor, so they both know pretty much anything there is to know about the Devereux's business. I was not happy when my mom asked me to stay and wait for Mya in case she needed help with anything, it felt weird, we used to be friends long time ago but we stopped talking about a month after she left. It just didn't feel right with me because Blake and I were getting close and I really liked him, although he had never even tried to kiss me or tried anything other than a friendship, I thought that maybe one day something could happen. My moms warned me not to get too close to him. They kept telling me that he was meant to be for someone else, someone more within his select group of rich people but I couldn't help it, we started hanging out after we ran into each other at the club one night. Some i***t thought it would be fun to grab my ass, I'm sure he didn't even see it coming, but Blake grabbed his hand pulling it all the way to the back almost making him go on his knees, he only let go after he apologized. Since then we became close, he helped me get my career in fashion design and this year he is going to invest in my first fashion show and my first boutique in downtown, so I know he feels something for me, even if over the years I have seen him with all kinds of girls and I have heard him cry over why he didn't tell Mya he liked her and wonder if they had a future, deep inside, I know he feels it.

As soon as I knew he was coming, I was ready to intercept him, I was going to try to convince him to still go out with me. He could see Mya at the funeral like everyone else, but I was too late. I didn't think she was going to open the door, she never seemed to like him before, but he convinced her, my heart silently broke when I saw them kissing, I had to make some noise to stop their kiss, it was hurting too much. It can't mean anything to either one, right? I ended up not going out. Instead, I decided to go to sleep and prepare for the s**t show that is going to be the funeral.

MYA'S POV

I wake up without even waiting for my alarm to go off. I groan as I stretch and try to get out of bed.

"Ouch," I groan. Last night was one incredible adventure. Blake was insatiable. We didn't stop until very early in the morning. I was completely exhausted and fell asleep soon after we were done. I didn't even notice when Blake left, but my body is paying for all the fun last night, I'm in pain in areas I wasnt even aware that could hurt, especially my lady parts, but who am I kidding? I loved every second of it.

I look at the time on my phone and realize that I only have an hour to get ready, it seems unreal to have to attend the great Eloise Devereux's funeral, her presence was so strong that I think I can still feel her in the house, but I still can't bring myself to feel anything but great relief that she is gone and can't force me to do anything ever again.

As I step out of the shower, I see a text come in from an unknown number.

Good morning, little Mya! I hope you can still walk after last night. This is my number, please save it and let's be in touch, just because we made a deal doesn't mean we can't see each other again. Just as friends. 😉

Leave it to Blake Meade to get my phone number. He was probably snooping around while I was asleep. I decided to ignore it and get ready. I put my make up, paying special attention on the bags under my eyes, they will give me away too easily, I decide to wear a black pencil skirt, with a black silk blouse and black high heels, I strengthen my hair, get my coat and head out of my room and go outside where the driver is waiting for me to take me to the funeral home where my grandmother will be buried.

The room is full of people, some I know, others, I have no idea. I see Blake talking to some people in the middle of the crowd. I watch how he makes his way towards me at the same time that I see another familiar face come my way.

"I'm glad you made it, I wasn't sure I would see you again." Ashton addresses me with a smile. His boysh looks are still there but he has a hint of a the sofisticated man he has became, his black hair is combed to the back, his hazel eyes look less mischivieus, I don't see that alluring spark that got us in trouble so many times. He is still taller than me, not surprising, Blake is just as tall, is in their genes, I guess.

"She was my grandmother, I didn't think it was right to let her leave without paying my respects." I tell him. We get close for a hug, but Blake interrupts it by pulling me towards him. What the hell just happened?

"I am so sorry for your loss." He tells me in my ear. When we pull apart, I see a fuming Ashton looking at us.

"You had to do this, didn't you? You always want to be the center of attention, not even realizing when you are not wanted, don't you?" He tells Blake, closing his hands in fists. Blake doesn't say anything, just smiles. If Ashton only knew what happened last night, he would not be happy. They have always had this unhealthy rivalry that I could never understand.

"Why don't you both be quiet. My grandmother is in this room, and I don't appreciate your pettiness." I tell them.

"You are right, little Mya, my cousin should know better." He whispers in my ear. He pulls me away, holding my hand, and I don't stop him because I don't want to make a scene.

He helps me approach the coffin, my grandmother looks so at peace, her dominance over everyone has gone, she is now the petite woman lying here. Eloise Devereaux is gone forever. It is then that I realize that I won't see her again, she won't give me her opinion of all my wrong decisions and somehow it seems wrong that she is gone and I wasn't here to keep her company. A rogue tear escapes me, and I feel Blake's hand squeeze mine for support, I unexpectedly lean my head on his chest to feel some kind of comfort and he puts his arm around me protectively.

The funeral goes uneventful after that, I couldn't avoid the different looks everyone was giving me, some worry, some were of sympathy and others surprised to see me so close to Blake, even I think is weird, but I appreciate him being here. I can see his parents giving us an approving look, and Ashton looks furious, I feel like I owe him an explanation, but I don't even know what for.

All the people arrive at the manor after the funeral, everyone talking amongst themselves, probably wondering what is going to happen with the Devereux's empire.

"Mya, if you have a moment, I would like to discuss with you the future of our legacy now that mom is no longer here. I just want to assure you that you will be taken care off, I will of course be in charge of everything and I will take possession of the house and all assets as aoon as possible, but you have nothing to worry about, I will always look after you." Uncle Chad tells me with a slight smirk on his round pink face. I am dumbfounded by his very bold approach. Is this really the time to talk about it? If he thinks I am the same stupid little girl that did everything everyone told her, he has something else coming.