Stella I practically floated out of Lawrence's sleek black sedan, barely hearing his reminder to text when I was ready to be picked up later. "See you later, love. " I shouted heading out.My thoughts swirled with giddy exhilaration at the incredible opportunity awaiting inside the understated stone gallery.Lawrence had somehow arranged for me, a complete artistic unknown, to study painting under the great Andre Dubois himself! I still couldn't believe it. Andre was renowned in elite art circles for his lush forest landscapes and minimalist urban scenes that fetched outrageous sums. His works were even displayed in national museums!The other students I glimpsed hauling canvases and equipment into the studio all seemed so polished and artsy. I suddenly felt self-conscious in my thrift store smock and faded bag covered in acrylic stains from amateur experiments at home. Lawrence did have connections for me to be accepting patronage from someone like Andre Dubois.But when the sta
Lawrence's POVI tensed seeing Jameson's expensive Italian loafers propped casually on my pristine glass coffee table. How had he breached the penthouse security again? Surely he hadn't charmed my guard detail this time. Unease prickled beneath my businesslike veneer. Nothing good ever came of my wayward brother's unannounced visits. I strode into the living room prepared to forcibly remove him, only to pull up short. There stood Stella before a wide canvas, laughing brightly at something Jameson had murmured. He lounged on the sofa behind her looking utterly at ease. I shouldn't have been surprised he would foist his questionable charms on Stella given half an opportunity. Was he really so arrogant as to presume no doors barred to him? Or was there a murkier purpose behind this charm offensive?"Hope I'm not interrupting?" I clipped out by way of announcing myself.Stella glanced over her shoulder, face brightening. "Lawrence, you're home! Where have you been all day?" Her deligh
Lawrence's POVI tensed as Jameson's voice carried over the ambient music, his careless laughter grating like nails down a chalkboard. So much for a rare peaceful evening alone with Stella. I glanced up to see my little brother sauntering through the exclusive restaurant as though he owned it, making himself at home at our table."Oh wonderful, you're both here! What a lovely coincidence," Jameson exclaimed with mock delight. "Don't mind if I join you, do you?" Without waiting for a reply, he spun a chair around and dropped into it. "We were rather hoping for some privacy," I bit out, wrapping a protective arm around Stella's bare shoulders. To her credit, she took my brother's intrusion in an amused stride, merely arching one perfect eyebrow."Lawrence, where are your manners? We'd be happy to have James join us," she gestured expansively. Ever the diplomat. As if on cue, our waiter arrived eyeing Jameson curiously. I intervened before he could question the audacious seating shift
Stella's POVI awoke before dawn, tingling with inspiration. Slipping from Lawrence's sleeping embrace, I tucked the sheet around his bare shoulders and pressed a feather-light kiss to his temple. Even relaxed in slumber, power and intellect radiated from him. But vulnerable too in these unguarded moments shared only with me. I would capture that compelling duality today in paint if my humble talents sufficed.Selecting a small canvas and vivid oils, I ensconced myself at the suite's sunlit windows overlooking the awakening city below. My brush darted and swooped, blending hopeful golds and passionate crimsons suggestive of last night's tender intimacy. Though abstract, the emerging image felt alive, my own quickened heartbeat pulsing through each impassioned stroke. Creating has become intensely personal, a conduit for spirit.Some while later, strong arms enfolded me from behind as Lawrence propped his bearded chin on my shoulder. His refreshed scent mingled tantalisingly with pa
LawrenceI strode into the gleaming office tower, renewed purpose fueling my steps. Having Stella by my side filled me with profound satisfaction. I remembered the turmoil and loss preceding our union, the harrowing accident nearly stealing her away before she fully knew happiness. Those grim days were behind us now. Together we would craft a future brighter than either could alone imagine.My assistant met me by the elevators, perfectly professional in her crisp suit as she held out the morning's schedule and messages. "You have a 10 AM budget meeting and conference call with the Singapore branch at noon. Also your 2 o'clock appointment canceled due to a conflict."I scanned the meticulous agenda, nodding. "Very well, let's get started. Be sure to order something for Stella's birthday while things are quiet."The morning passed swiftly handling administrative tasks and corporate demands, the work second nature after long years building this empire. But part of my thoughts perpetua
Lawrence's POVI practically floated through Andre's studio doors, buoyed by an intense wave of inspiration. The abstract piece I had poured my heart into this morning seemed to pulse with life forces of its own, colors and textures still dancing across my inner eye. I couldn't wait to show my enigmatic mentor how his lessons were already bearing fruit.Andre turned from arranging bouquets along the sun-drenched windows, eyebrows lifting as he spotted my concealed canvas. "Well, someone could not stay away it seems! What have you brought to show me, little star?"With suddenly shy hands I unveiled the intensely personal painting depicting Lawrence and I tangled passionately against an impasto background of shadow and light. Viewing it here outside our private haven made me feel unexpectedly exposed, nerves jangling. Would he discern too much of my soul woven bare across the layers of paint?"Mon dieu," Andre murmured, angling the canvas to catch the warm light. He traced the textures
LawrenceI couldn't keep the smile from my face as I left home that morning, Stella's radiant expression of joy lingering vividly in memory. Her artistic talents were finally gaining deserved recognition after long frustrating years doubting her abilities. I would move heaven and earth itself to shelter the fragile creative awakening taking wing within her now. No more hiding away unfinished offerings as though they held no worth beyond fleeting emotional release. The world would now share in her vision's unique power, made richer by one bold spirit daring to stand vulnerable beneath revealing light.I headed downtown toward the sleek high rise housing my trendsetting modelling agency, a familiar well-oiled machine after years building it into a premier launching pad for new talent. My thoughts drifted back across the years to another open casting cattle call just like hundreds seeking fresh young hopefuls hungry for discovery—where a willowy blonde with haunted emerald eyes had aw
Stella.I stared at the colourful banner in Lawrence's hands announcing an upcoming juried art competition, the grand prize winner receiving a solo exhibition sponsored by some fancy gallery uptown. Apprehension and excitement warred within me. "A contest? Lawrence, I've only just started painting," I protested. "I'm playing around, not seriously competing with real artists." But he crouched down, green eyes intent. "You underestimate yourself, little moon. I've watched you lose hours in creative flow, seen your pieces move others." He squeezed my shoulder. "You have raw talent worth cultivating."I bit my lip, staring at the application specifics. "Putting my work out there to be judged though...it's intimidating." In truth, the thought of that vulnerability terrified me. I was a novice fumbling through self-expression, not some worldly maestro conversant in theory and technique. Lawrence tipped my chin up gently. "Courage comes in accepting righteous risk. I have faith in your
STELLAS POV. I knew what it was I had in mine to do and I certainly was not giving two ducks or more about it, the girls, they had not seen me approach while they buckets on with their zaddies, fake smiles plastered on their faces. I stopped to a halt right in front of them a a I dreaded for them, of course I was not encouraging bad things but if they decided settling down with older men was what did it for them anthem fine, I had zero concerns about I, but worse, it got even worse is I found it a whole lot was happening. They were with the men for money and nothing else, they also went about prancing and calling out certain little, pesky ass rubbish talks all because they felt they could thanks to Some little change of dumb ass cash they got from men who had nothing to do with it. “Please tell me, why is it that you are here, anything I can help you with young lady?.” he asked, he had white beard was for and I guessed around forty seven to fifty years of age, it was just a random
STELLAS POV. “stop already.” I whispered and kicked sand against his body while he kept tickling me. It's been a month already and a few weeks plus and I've suddenly become the owner of most buildings in turkey. I never expected I was getting so spoiled by a man like him, one time I complained and he said I brought it upon myself since I complained of having stacked up clothes and accessories in my room, he decided to get buildings stacked up on lands. “you are not fun anymore.” he teased and kicked back sand at me, it was simply us getting fun on the beach, I noticed the changes, I saw the improvement, my Health had gotten back on track, I trained hard and fast, the first few days I loathed the whole issue and thing that came down with the medications however after some days I got quite used to them, As fun as it sounded that day I took seven tablets and ranged upwards at intervals, it was not an easy routine for me yet things fell right into place thankfully. “I have never rec
STELLA.I paced about in the room, my hands carefully tucked beneath my back and folded over each other, I sucked in air and fought hard against the tears, scared that they might slid of my face and cause a rift between Lawrence and I, he was already pretty worked up and I wasn't intending to add to it.“Stella?!.” he called out at once while walking out of the bathroom, water dripped down from his hair over to his feet and I swallowed hard with my gaze pinned against him, that was the most I could do, I could not have it held in anymore.“I told you, I complained, I kept at it!, I fucking knew something was wrong and what the hell did you say?, you said nothing was wrong and no tell me what if it became worse?. You heard what the doctor said?.” I asked, still holding a high grudge against him.He was not pleased by my words.“stella, it isn't your fault anything happened and it obviously isn't mine either, I understand how fucking worked up you are, I know it's a lot to take in at th
LAWRENCE POV.Although none of it made sense to me, I wanted nothing to do with her worries, she pissed me off yet again but I swore on my life, I didn't know had it was about her and her obsession with getting pregnant,At first I thought it was all because of how she felt about me, perhaps she felt she needed to make it up to me by getting pregnant again, but times without number I expressed my worries about her very own health and my stand on the whole miscarriage thing, matter of fact we never really bothered about kids.We both wanted the best times of our lives, that was before however I could not really tell what it was that went on and around in her head, either ways we all had one or another thing needed to be done but that had not sat we'll for her either, she suddenly got the obsession out of the blue.“Lawrence?.” she called out to me, had me drawn out of my thoughts, I sighed and nodded as I pulled off my baggage from the x-ray machine while we both headed for the exit.I
STELLAS POVI WAS WET AS FUCK.MY INSIDES CHURNED AND I FELT MY CUM AS IT DRIPPED DOWN FROM MY PUSSY TO MY VAGINA.I squirmed, Squeaked, screamed hard as Lawrence thrusted faster into me, I could swear all through our sex it was the most intense, his hands went everywhere, from gliding down towards my belly to rubbing over my cunt, he groped at my ass, spanked me severally and then again had his fingers kneaded against my nipples, I was in ecstasy, a wild one.Yet again for the fourth time in a row, my laps shuddered and my body went weak, I shook, tried as hard as I could to have my body packed in place, pleasure washed through me as I felt the thick liquid seared through from my cunt once more, I climaxed yet again.Lawrence bent my knees towards my head held my feet right above my head ,He plunged even deeper with his index finger dipped right into my asshole, my moans increased, swear broke off from my head, my body, our cum mixed with the scent and I bit down on my lips as I tri
STELLA.From the corner of my eyes I stared at him still unable to believe how strict he became, two more days gas passed since my last visit to the hospital, he kept at his toes, we had not gone out all along, ordered food and watched movies but above all it remains an issue to me…he hovered around me at evweg possible minute but now has that it made me worse, his obsession it looking after my meds.He made sure to have it literally thigged down my throat each moment time came up.“I can't do this again Lawrence, I need some breathing space, like a little bit of fresh air.” I complained in am attempt to have him forget whatever it was that he had all cooled up in his head.“what?.” he asked alssmot immediately, it almost seemed as if he had something rolled up beneath his sleeves, something I might not like.“are you tored of me now?, missing home already?.” she asked on cue, all still sounded and felt ever so strange to me, I had tried keeping up my face straight but I still worrie,
LAWRENCE.“Just relax, okay, don't get all worked up for no reason, Stella, you are fine, I've had the doctor run some tests, everything Showed up well so would you please stop whatever bickering you have all planned out already?.” I knew I was quick to speak, at least at the moment but still passing out twice on me at the moment only registered me as an irresponsible person..I could not let that happen, I needed to start paying more attention to her state of health, we are married for fucks sake and I was just not getting why she kept keeping things from me.“really?, I'm fine? Nothing else?.” she asked, batted her eye at me in a questioning manner, I really had stopped understanding her after the whole issue of a miscarriage, I understood it was hard for her to have lost a baby but it fucked up her mental health a whole lot.“Yes, that is what the doctor's report says and I believe we both understand what it means, I do not run the test they did.” I answered, I saw the manner in wh
STELLAS POV.Air closed in on me as my vision became blurry, I could barely stand on my feet anymore, I rested against the table, had my hands placed over it, I was a mess, a complete mess.The noises increased and the chatter continued, it was like a never ending sort of bicker amongst rich folks, when Lawrence spoke of a party he eased it up, I never knew it was going to be something so huge.It looked and felt more like a red carpet sort of event for a met gala and event for celebrities. He shifted himself away from me and into the crowd a few minutes ago. I had tried searching for him but I could not bear it anymore.He excused himself with the little line that he knew what it was that he wanted, a whole lot other had little or nothing to do with me to be precise, it was business talks and he offered to have be taken along but it was certainly going to bore me to death and I decided the stay back , behind however thinking about the decision I made it had not seemed to be the smart
STELLA.Reluctantly I pushed open the doors, a frown on his face as I walked past him, my eyes darted across the corridors, it was not cleaned, I walked back into the master's bedroom and I had never felt so content and to walk in on a scattered room, he had not allowed the maid in either. “Now you tell me, what the hell is it that went wrong with you Stella, is everything okay?.” he asked and still held hard to my arms while I stared back at him, he wasn't happy and I understood.I barely could give an explanation for what I had done as well because I knew I was left with little to no choice.“can't you at least talk?.” he called after me and pulled closer to me, closing in all space between us.“you didn't want to talk last night as well and now I'm sorry but I do not feel that much of energy within me anymore and please do not bring it up.” I complained about what he was thinking, that he could stand me up and then walk around me just as he deemed fit.“okay, I'm sorry, for lashin