Chapter 4 Maya Martinez!!

"What is it?" King questioned with keen interest.

"I found out today that Pjay is dead, it hurts me so much, that man has worked for you close to five years." Drake declared and he chuckled in annoyance.

"This is the kind of joke I hate sometimes, how's that going to change my life?"

Drake crooked his head and nodded, "Oh you don't say."

King silence already sent an answer to Drake, and he realized King himself got rid of him.

"You are capable, what did he do?"

"He was foolish, that's all you need to know."

Drake scratched his invisible beard and hummed.

"That should rest, what happened?"

King frowned, he hated it so much when he was being interrogated.

"What do you mean by what happened? I don't have a lot of time. Say what you want to say!" His voice was harsh and loud.

"Maya?" He asked.

"Why do you even care? She is here in her bedroom. Are you okay now?"

King questioned as he walked to the bar to pour himself a glass of wine.

"Did she recognize you?" He asked as he also walked to him.

Drake hung his hands on the counter as he leaned on it.

"Not really," King answered and left him at the bar.

"Meaning?" He asked again.

King stood still and then turned to glance at Drake.

"Why am I even answering your questions?"

Drake shrugged, "because I am your best friend." He replied as he sat down, and sipped his wine.

"Whatever, she asked if we had seen each other before_"

"And?" He quickly cuts in.

"And don't be stupid, I said no,"

Drake's brows creased, then he walked over and sat down.

"Why? You don't tell lies, why did you lie to her?" Drake asked and King remained silent for a while.

"I was analyzing something," he replied and Drake laughed out loud. His expression darkened.

"Drake, what the hell are you laughing at?"

"What were you analyzing?" He questioned back.

King chuckled in annoyance, "she didn't know I was King, she stupidly said a lot of things."

"If you say a lot of things, you have not said anything, speak directly," Drake lifted his chin and commented with much brass.

"I will tell you some other day," King replied, then he raised a brow before he leaned in his chair.

"She wants to..."

King shifted his gaze from the wine to Drake as he cut in sharply. "Yes, I suppose_,"

Drake nodded his head, "I feel sorry because she doesn't have any idea of the demon she is about to deal with."

King beamed wildly, "Good God! Drake? You can say that again."

King threw a pack of cigarettes at Drake, he caught it in the air and shrugged.

"Light the cigarette for me and add a glass of whiskey,"

"Seriously King? I don't understand you on this."

"You don't have to, Drake. Cheers to my success," he grinned wickedly

"Cheers but you have to tell me everything, her rejection isn't the only reason you are doing that. I know you very well to believe this story you are telling me."

"Drake, Stop overthinking, reward me with a beautiful bitch tonight."

Drake nodded approvingly and then smiled.

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In Maya's room, she sat on the ground with her arms wrapped around her gathered knees beside the hefty sphere-like bed.

The bed was laid with a cream sheet that matched the color of the bedside chair.

The bedroom was very spacious with mild interior decorations. Two tables were situated on either side of the bed. On the right was the bedside table with a buffet lamp, a telephone, and a clear glass vase that contained daisies.

On the right was a study table, it had a small pot of plants, a study lamp, and water with glass. Then a path led to her walk-in closet, the dressing room and a bathroom.

The thick curtains were pulled together on the other side of the window. On the side, the window was slid to invite the different scents of flowers from the garden into the room.

"Until now, I thought I had been dreaming. Oh my, Damien! Why did you leave me? How can I possibly defeat King alone?" She thought and raised her head to stare at the crystal chandelier.

Her stomach groaned, she remembered she had not eaten. She stood up and decided to get a glass of juice from the kitchen.

She didn't even know where the kitchen could be found, she just tried anyway and got there.

She opened the big fridge and poured herself an orange juice. Just then, she heard her name from behind and her heart beated for some seconds as she got startled.

She turned to see the maid in blue satin. "Sorry Miss, I didn't mean to startle you but what are you doing awake at this time? It now 2:15 am, and I saw the light on so I decided to check who it was.

Maya massaged her temples, "what did you say your name was, again?"

"Hayat." She replied with a broad smile.

She tapped her head gently, "Hayat, Hayat, how could I forget? Hayat means life, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is." She replied.

"You are a Turkish, from Turkey. Why here?" Maya asked as she moved forward, then placed both hands on her 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.

She pointed to the juice on the table, "yeah, I couldn't sleep and I decided to get a glass of juice,"

Hayat smiled and nodded. A lot of things had happened to Maya in the last few that she had forgotten how to smile.

Well, she even tried to talk normally to people. First of all her husband died on the day of their wedding.

Just four days later, she received a letter that Damien had sold their house before he died. To save her family, she just had to listen to Mr. Adrian, and here she was, in King's palace.

Her brows narrowed, "I haven't met King yet, isn't he bothered to see me?"

"Are you sure you have not met him?" She asked with confusion drawn across her face.

"No, I haven't. Where is his room?" Maya asked with perceptive interest.

She pointed out to the top, "up there but you won't see him."

"Why?" She asked as she felt disenchanted.

She gulped down the water and glanced at Maya with a concerned glare.

"Because he is not at home."

Maya frowned, "he is not, where is he then?"

"He's out..."

"Out to were, and doing what?"

"I don't know, Miss. I don't get involved in his business. He doesn't like that. She replied as if Maya disturbed her.

"Interesting, from what I've heard on the grapevine, I think he hates everything in the world."

"You heard correct, you should be very careful around him, that's all I can say to you." She advised Maya.

Maya closed her eyes for a while, she opened them, and tears formed in them.

"Did he kill Damien because he disrespected him, huh? Did he kill my husband because he didn't bow before him?"

Hayat stepped forward and collected Maya in an amiable embrace.

"Miss, please calm down and stop crying. Crying won't help the situation and you can't tell if he really killed your husband."

"I miss my family, I wish I could see them. Do you think he would allow me to see them?" She asked, still buried in her embrace.

She gently pulled out of the hug and held me on both shoulders.

"I don't know but I don't think he would. I think you should go to bed now, it's late and there's a telephone, call your parents."

Maya wiped her eyes with the hem of her cropped top."Thanks for the advice."

She beamed vivacious under her black eyes. "Don't mention it, I am at your service." She said and kissed her on the cheek.

As Maya entered her room, he sat next to the telephone. She dialed the number but could not call.

Her hand trembled around it as tears streamed down her face.

She finally called!

He yawned through the call, "Mr. Martinez speaking, who is this?"

"Hello... hello, hello" He continued to say as she responded softly.

"Dad, it's me,"

"Honey, my love, princess, is that you?" He asked as she felt his smile through the phone.

She nodded repeatedly, "yes dad, it is me, Maya."

"Honey, are you safe?"He asked with concern.

"I am, you, and mom?"

"We were worried, but once you have called, we can now sleep." He said.

She could not control her tears and she did not want her parents to know.

"Dad, I will call you back tomorrow,"

She curled up in the sheet, cried to herself, and somehow drifted into what she called a sound sleep.

The door opened with force and a man entered, his blazed eyes locked with Maya's. She strongly held the sheet and gathered it over her chest.