The Harrington Series Book#2: Naila's Misfortune

Chapter 31: Aston Martin

Two years later...
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. If I had a thousand words about the picture I am looking at, I would definitely preempt my nostalgic feelings.

The five of them look happy much like old times. I wonder if any girls have joined the team just yet but I didn't wonder long when I read the caption that Nick got married. I raised an eyebrow checking the date on the magazine. It is two years old. I found it in the library and decided to pass time with it as Bas plays by the swing set in the park. This is my life right now. I read old news papers and magazines. I try my best not to come out of hiding that often. I like being that stranger no one knows anything about.

I always thought Nick would have a big wedding being half Italian and half Greek.

I feel a little jealous that I am not the one in his arms. I did turn him down; twice. His wife is a dark haired woman with a beautiful face. There is nothing fascinating about her other than her beauty. He likes them beautiful.

"Naila?" A man called me. "Naila Bellingerre?"

I don't answer to the name anymore. As per my new identity, I go by Kayla Pope. I ignored him and kept reading the magazines, catching up with my friends. It's not that I am not anxious to look up and see who it is but I can't.

Tony got a new hair cut and Bruce looks buffer. Cole os pretty much the same, feigning innocence while I know what a devil he is.

"You may have made yourself blonde with blue eyes but you still have that Bellingerre flare. Is this your kid?"

When he mentioned kid I looked up adjusting my glasses. I have learned to constantly change my appearance. It helps me to easily blend in without people becoming overly familiar. I also move around a lot.

When our eyes met, I realized he is all too familiar. I know the man very well. He is Levi Monae. He is the boy I had a crash on since forever. He however stood me up for at winter dance.

"Levi." I closed my book. "I don't go by Naila anymore. It's Kayla." I gestured Bas over and he quickly ran towards me. I looked him over briefly hoping he is alright. "What do you want?" I cut right to the point.

"Your son was keying my car." He answered turning his silver eyes to a slick black Aston Martin parked on the side of the road.

Bas had indeed demonstrated his 'artistic' skills.

How I miss living in a world where custom limited edition sports cars is as ordinary as breathing. Marc Anthony is especially fond of sports cars. Cole, drives a clean white Aston Martin much like the one parked on the side of the road. It is amazing how something as simple as a car is evoking such deeply concealed memories. Cole is the one who taught me how to drive using the first car his dad ever bought him. He never got mad even when I accidentally hit it. Instead he laughed about it assuring me that mistakes were part of being human. He fixed it up, made it all new void of any marks and dents. He keeps all his cars clean and perfect like he does his personality.

There is some truth in his words... We all make mistakes.

"We all make mistakes Levi," I spoke holding Bas' hand firmly against in my own. "Like you standing me up over the winter dance twelve years ago?"

His silver eyes flickered with a quiet laugh.

"You're never letting this go, are you?"

I shrugged rising to my feet still holding the magazine in one hand and Bas in the other. Much like any other drop dead gorgeous man, Levi Monae has a mystery to him that has me curious. Men in my world came packaged that way not to mention a wealthy heir to the Monae fortune.