STELLAS POVI needed an escape! That mansion was too hot for me to live in. Just the two of us, yet it felt like a lot more. He was literally everywhere I went and I loved everything about that. However, I wasn't sure I could take it in. I needed fresh air, I needed to breath and today just felt like the best day for it. I had an appointment with the doctor to remove the birth control implant, but telling him that would bring up more sensual questions I wasn't ready to answer. Not with the the way our hormones kept flying around and I could barely go half s day without feeling hot and blushing from either a conversation or even his mere presence. He was either in suits for work meetings, wearing sexy shirts or moving without tops at all, just like now. "It's not an option, if you don't want the guards to come with you, then I'm driving you there. It's really unsafe And I would only feel restless until those bastards are caught," he said, but I shook my head. The mere thought of
Stella's POV"Look, I came here to remove the birth control implant, so be careful," I said as I moved to the other side of the car and rolled down the heat. It was a preventive measure so I wouldn't be too caught up in the heat that would build up later. "Ohhh, I see. Is that why you were so embarassed? I thought we were closer than that," he whined as he stared back at me, poker face on, I could not fathom what was up in his mind at that moment, he seemed rather strange for a while, slowly a frown curved up on his face and he smacked his lips together in a stern manner."What are you thinking of? Whatever it is, just get it off your mind," I said as I watched him seductively lick his lips. His eyes remained on me as he continued to draw closer to me until I could only see the bridge of his nose and I had to instinctively arch my back while his hand found my waist and pulled me close. 'Damn it!' I couldn't cuss aloud as despite my words of not wanting him to get any close, I wante
Stella's POVThere was a plane crash! It was tragic, but that wasn't all, it was also personal. I watched in horror as the list of passengers were called continued and I froze at the sound of her name. It felt like I had been stabbed in the throat and all my strength washed away. I lost all sense and felt numb as I made my way up the stairs. My stomach rumbled, but it sounded from afar and the moment I got in the room, I laid my back on my bed and stared up ahead at the ceiling, trying to force my eyes open so the tears did not spill.I wanted to cry, but I still felt like I had to hold it in. And I was like that until night after rejecting lunch and dinner because with the excuse of being tired. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I felt like seeing Lawrence would help lessen this burden, but it seemed like he wasn't coming home. I have into my exhaustion a few minutes after the clock struck twelve midnight. I had barely closed my eyes when I felt another presence in the room with
Stella's POVAs much as I didn't want to return to America until I was sure i could face that family, the only woman who ever treated me well and accepted me after I'd messed up was getting buried. So I had no choice, I had to go. I still hadn't contacted Stella her fiance or her father and I've told Kitty to tell them that we haven't met yet whenever they tried to reach her as well. But I couldn't run away forever. "Your phone is ringing, I think you should pick it. it had been ringing nonstop for some minutes now," Kitty said as she collected the cup of coffee in my hand and handed me my phone instead. My eyes stung as the screen of my phone flashed on so I squeezed it to adjust to the lightening and a smile formed on my face as soon as I recognized the caller. "Is it someone you know?" Kitty asked."Hmm," I nodded and hid my smile as I recognized the number Lawrence used to communicate while we were in the states. "Excuse me," I told Kitty who nodded. She seemed to be glad th
Stella's POVas soon as he stood up to pick the call, I felt another presence. "who's there?" I asked as I peered through the back which was mostly decorated with balloons and the 'welcome to your lovely evening date' banner. "Is anybody there?" I asked again as I wiped my tears and sniffled. I wondered if it was a worker who fell asleep and was too terrified to ruin the date with their presence, "it's okay, you can leave now," I said and walked towards the banner. I sighed and was ready to walk back after getting no response when I heard a ruffling sound and two balloons bursting simultaneously. it started me for a moment, but also encouraged me to further investigate. Anything was worth distracting me at this point so I wouldn't have a second thought by the time Lawrence came back. I walked to the back of the banner and got distracted with the darkness that blinded me for a second. it was late already and except for the street light down, most of the lights in the office buil
Lawrence's POV"why is she acting so weird? Did she really lose her memory? all or half? when will she recover? I'm willing to do absolutely anything to make sure she gets better," I told the doctor who was sitting across me. "I'm sorry, but I can't say for now we'll have to watch her to be able to determine which type of amnesia she has. But for now, she shouldn't be triggered, at least until we complete the treatment with her spine," he said and I sighed. this was simply disastrous. our date had turned into a death sentence and if not for her land on the trash bags loaded by the side of the building, she would have fallen to her death and there would have been more than just a slight fracture.I closed my eyes and face palmed. "who did this? I'd catch them and kill them with my own hands," I hated that things like this had to happen. "if it's as you suspected, I'm sure the police would find the person behind this mischief and bring justice upon them," the doctor tried to comf
Stella's POVI woke up one white afternoon to a broken spine, a cracked skull and no memories of my life at all. everything just felt so wrong. They said I used to be a models but no matter how many articles or social media posts I went through, I still wasn't able to remember a thing. I forgot everything except my traumatic childhood that no one else seems to be aware of. "What do you say we watch some of your Paris fashion walks. You were really proud of those moments," Kitty said as she wheeled me "It's no use, didn't that handsome guy say I seemed weary and even dropped my resignation letter on that day?" I asked and she nodded. "Plus his name is Lawrence and if anything, your were in love with him, can't you at least address him with his name instead of this lame nickname?" she asked, but I shrugged. "I don't remember, what's the need? Do you know why I wanted to resign though?" I asked, but she paused and shook her head, "it bothers me anytime I think about it." "I had no
Stella's POVThe plain ride back to where they called my home country was smooth and comfortable, considering all the private treatment I was given. However, there was the headache of having to move on a wheelchair and with do much pain in my legs. "I think you should rest some more since we just landed," Lawrence said. "I think so too, but I can't take myself up the stairs," I whined as I watched the spiral staircase go up. "No issues with that, there are three different rooms downstairs and you can use either one of them. my room will be beside yours, so if you need anything," he pushed me towards the so called rooms and opened the door from behind me, causing my breath to seize for a moment before he straightened up. "And if you want, we can discuss sharing the room with you. I honestly won't mind," he said and while I considered it, I had to refuse. "Right, but I'll pass thank you. I just want to sleep away this jetlag for now." "If that's what you want, I'll leave you to r