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FROM NEW YORK WITH LOVE
PART 3

Days flew by and they started getting too attached to each other against the mantra she had tattooed into the crevices of her once broken heart. He helped her out in places she was found lacking in music generally and she gradually developed a liking for another stringed instrument which he played, the guitar. 14th February came and saw her carting away the second prize which was a scholarship to study music in Julliard. She was so happy that she would be back with him by summer. To her it was the dawn of a new adventure but to him, it was a dream come true. He was in love again and this time he promised to make it known to her instead of drowning in uncertainties and watching another man wrap his arms round the woman he longed to hold forever in his embrace.

Evening came and as an excuse to celebrate her win during the day, he took her on a date to one of the best restaurants in the city. When they had eaten to their hearts content, he took her to a park overlooking the best sight you could ever think of, a lot of fountains bedazzled with lights of different colors. It was an awesome sight to behold. Drawn into the emotions which laced the scenery, he looked into her eyes and made his feelings known to her. She was yet again drowning in the emotions dancing in his eyes when he lowered his head and brought his lips closer to hers to taunt her. He traced the outline of her lips and smiled when she quivered in response to his actions. Sparks flew off of her body when his lips finally closed in on hers and goosebumps erupted from the pores of her skin as his soft hands glided over her velvety skin. He let out a low grunt when her hands found a way into his hair and pulled her closer. When they finally pulled apart to catch some air, Laila broke off into laughter. “That was intense” she said in between gasps and he joined her in her laughing spree. I love you Laila he said as he held her in a cuddle and I know it’s too sudden but that’s exactly how I’ve felt about you since that day at the auditorium. He looked at her expectantly allowing himself to hope that she felt the same way. “I love you Ryan” she said while letting her mantra get covered up by love which seemed to roll off of Ryan’s body unto hers in a bid to supplement what she felt in case she had the tiniest speck of doubt in her…

“Laila!” She heard a voice call her name but the voice was so distant that she thought it was in her head.
“Laila! Laila!!” The voice called again this time louder and stronger.
“Laila wake up you’re drooling on your book and you have cello class to catch in 10 minutes.” This time the owner of the voice shook her vigorously and the scene with she and Ryan gradually dissipated as her eyes adjusted to the white walls, hushed talks coming from students scantily scattered in various directions, numerous shelves stacked with books, and reality hit her hard. She had fallen asleep whilst reading in the library with Sandra and she had just woken her up for them to leave. “The Competition, Julliard, Ryan was just a dream…” She muttered with a sigh. “One hell of a dream babe, one hell of a dream. You were even making kissing sounds…” a male voice said from behind her. She swiveled in her chair to lash out at the idiot who wouldn’t keep his stupid thoughts to himself and met face to face with the Ryan from his dreams. “Ryan! Wha…What are you doing here? She asked wishing immediately the words came out that she hadn’t asked such stupid question. “Well it’s a library what do you think?” He retorted and by the way, I’m Walter and I’m guessing you’re Laila. He said with that knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he extended his hand in a friendly handshake. “Friends?” He asked as that familiar ray of hope flashed in his eyes. “Yeah I’m Laila and sure…Friends.” she replied as she took his hand in hers trying as much as possible to conceal her confusion and the shivers that ran up her spine.

THE END… HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY CELEBRATION…SPREAD THE LOVE…
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Cadec007:
Nice! Am loving it......next pls

Thanks dear.. Next coming soon and Thanks for your patience in advance

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Okay dearies... The 2nd Part is finally here... Enjoy.

PART 2
10th of February came and she was already on her way to New York with her tutor as her chaperone. It was the month of love, so with the Valentine’s Day celebration in view they gave each qualified participant a love story to tell with their instruments. Hers depicted all shades of hurt that came with love and she adjusted well to the lyrics which seemed to tell her story.

She would always visit the auditorium which was open for participants to rehearse at night when everywhere wasn’t crawling with fellow competitors. She loved her peace and quiet. Just like all other nights, Laila had retrieved the key to the auditorium from the shelf at the counter and had stealthily walked into the auditorium to avoid waking the security guy dozing at the entrance. She positioned herself on one of the chairs she deemed comfortable and in seconds was lost in the calming sensation that drifted from the strings of the cello. She didn’t notice him standing at the door and melting away in the soothing sounds she created. He watched as her fingers glided over the strings as if it was smooth glass. The way her body reacted to every crescendo was an alluring sight for him. He could see the lyrics got to her from the emotions he read off of her face. He was entranced. He let the music draw him in and by the time she was through, he was oohing and aahing and begging for more. She opened her eyes to acknowledge who it was she had performed for and was struck with awe at how handsome he was. In split seconds, he was standing in front of her and extending his hand for a handshake while introducing himself as Ryan Morris, Instrument Teaching assistant and eulogizing her for a wonderful performance. She smiled as she introduced herself as Laila Smith. They got talking and seemed to bond so fast and that was her cue to leave. She quickly excused herself with a cliché excuse of having to wake up early for her morning jog the next day and walked off into the night while ignoring Ryan’s pleas to stay a little longer.

Laila got back to her room, tossed her shoes aside and hopped into her bed. Closing her eyes, she let her mind drift to Ryan. She pictured Ryan’s face, his blue eyes that looked like a whirlpool, one she hoped would let her drown in its ambience someday. His auburn hair that cascaded across his left eye, His lips that curved up in a beautiful smile every time something caught his fancy, begging to be kissed. His hands, oh his hands that had palms as soft as that of a newborn. She let herself imagine what it would feel like to have those hands caress her skin and she shuddered. She tossed and turned until her thoughts faded into dreams filled with beds dressed with carnations and she, wrapped in Ryan’s arms…

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lovingyouhun:
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lovingyouhun:
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From New York with Love
PART 1

Laila had just gotten out of a terrible relationship where her boyfriend showed her how tired he was of the relationship through rants and heavy blows. This was her second time of trying since Jason and she was already tired of loving. She vowed not to ever listen to Sandra on matters of the heart again as she was the one that talked her into accepting Adam’s proposal when she wasn’t sure what her heart was saying.
“Go girl, you so deserve this after all you’ve been through at the hands of that punk.” She remembered Sandra saying on the night Adam asked her to be his girlfriend.

She had already declined earlier but after having listened to Sandra, had said “Yes” the next time he asked. He used to be everything she asked for until recently. She didn’t know what had changed in the few months that she had known him before they started dating and now. She did her best to hang on to him because he was her joy, the reason she woke up every day, hands on phone and typing a “Good morning Hun” but now being with him felt like icy hell and she wanted out. Having already made up her mind, Laila picked up her phone and typed the liberating words. “I’m tired of living this façade. I’m Done” with quivering hands she tapped the send button and sealed the deal. That was the last she heard from him.

Years went by and Laila, still stuck to her “No more self-inflicted heartbreak” mantra secretly hoped for a little light, an adventure to sweep her of her feet. She had turned down all proposals and her course mates were beginning to attach reasons to her decision to stay away from ‘heartbreaks’ as that was the term she used when referring to guys. “She’s probably into females.” She heard someone whisper as she passed. She refused to be weighed down by the rumors they created. For all she cared they could go fall of some cliff or get swept away by some whirlwind. “Life is a lot more precious to spend it worrying over some guy your heart which is supposed to be pumping blood skips constantly for.” She would always tell Sandra who was beginning to worry a lot about her secluded life and her decision not to date again.

Laila devoted her time to learning to play the cello. She got so good that her friends advised her to consider going for competitions and seeing that it would help her get her mind off the lots of crap that have been creeping into her mind lately succumbed to their “You should so do this…” and “you were born for this…” She signed up and started preparing for the College Orchestra Battle. A competition hosted by Julliard a music school in New York which was held on every 14th of February. The competition had different instrumentalists from different colleges in one auditorium playing for a cash prize of 100,000USD and a scholarship to study music in Julliard. It was a big one but having been tutored by one of the best cellist in the country, she knew she stood a chance of carting away with her one of the top prizes. If only she knew the cupid package awaiting her...

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From New York with Love
PART 1

Laila had just gotten out of a terrible relationship where her boyfriend showed her how tired he was of the relationship through rants and heavy blows. This was her second time of trying since Jason and she was already tired of loving. She vowed not to ever listen to Sandra on matters of the heart again as she was the one that talked her into accepting Adam’s proposal when she wasn’t sure what her heart was saying.
“Go girl, you so deserve this after all you’ve been through at the hands of that punk.” She remembered Sandra saying on the night Adam asked her to be his girlfriend.

She had already declined earlier but after having listened to Sandra, had said “Yes” the next time he asked. He used to be everything she asked for until recently. She didn’t know what had changed in the few months that she had known him before they started dating and now. She did her best to hang on to him because he was her joy, the reason she woke up every day, hands on phone and typing a “Good morning Hun” but now being with him felt like icy hell and she wanted out. Having already made up her mind, Laila picked up her phone and typed the liberating words. “I’m tired of living this façade. I’m Done” with quivering hands she tapped the send button and sealed the deal. That was the last she heard from him.

Years went by and Laila, still stuck to her “No more self-inflicted heartbreak” mantra secretly hoped for a little light, an adventure to sweep her of her feet. She had turned down all proposals and her course mates were beginning to attach reasons to her decision to stay away from ‘heartbreaks’ as that was the term she used when referring to guys. “She’s probably into females.” She heard someone whisper as she passed. She refused to be weighed down by the rumors they created. For all she cared they could go fall of some cliff or get swept away by some whirlwind. “Life is a lot more precious to spend it worrying over some guy your heart which is supposed to be pumping blood skips constantly for.” She would always tell Sandra who was beginning to worry a lot about her secluded life and her decision not to date again.

Laila devoted her time to learning to play the cello. She got so good that her friends advised her to consider going for competitions and seeing that it would help her get her mind off the lots of crap that have been creeping into her mind lately succumbed to their “You should so do this…” and “you were born for this…” She signed up and started preparing for the College Orchestra Battle. A competition hosted by Julliard a music school in New York which was held on every 14th of February. The competition had different instrumentalists from different colleges in one auditorium playing for a cash prize of 100,000USD and a scholarship to study music in Julliard. It was a big one but having been tutored by one of the best cellist in the country, she knew she stood a chance of carting away with her one of the top prizes. If only she knew the cupid package awaiting her...

#LexaNJ
#Lexastories

In view of Valentine's Day Celebration , I will be dropping a Short story titled

From New York with Love...

Laila Smith, a strong willed lady already tired of being heartbroken decides to stay away from Love.... But she embarks on a trip which brings her to Cupid's Island whether or not she decides to board the tempting Cruise waiting for her on this Island is what you my dearies will get to find out as we read.... Enjoy...