"I'll remain with her," Lawrence said in a final tone. "How about pictures?" A lady joined in as she walked down the stairs. "Sarah, you were listening?" Tina's dad asked as he turned to her. Everyone had turned to her as she stepped down the stairs in a white flowy gown. As she neared us, I noticed that it was almost transparent. "Who is she trying to seduce? Cover your eyes Lawrence," I said as I raised my hand to his face. "Yes, I was but I couldn't join in earlier as I was busy arranging the room." She said, but I'd never seen a smile as conquettuish as her. And what was more enraging was how Tina's father was gladly accepting it. His wife hadn't even been dead for two months. "Stella, do you remember her? She's Sarah, dad's secretary. We met her a few times when we called dad," Tina said but I shrugged. "I don't even remember my bestfriend." "Touche," Sarah said as she sat provocatively beside Tina's father. "I don't remember anything and your family is really weird,
Lawrence's POV"Did you really have to go that far just to leave the house?" I asked as we waited in the VIP room of one of the chain restaurants I owned. "Hmm," she scoffed and folded her hands, "I told you but you wouldn't listen in the first place," she said stubbornly as her stomach growled. After her sudden outburst, her best friend had had enough and asked her to leave saying she was welcome anytime. But even a child could feel and hear the sarcasm in her tone. The family was oddly at peace despite their recent loss and they seemed to be recovering too fast which had gotten on Stella's nerves. I glanced at her again as she kept the stubborn look on, but the slight furrow of her eyebrows had me concerned, however, she told me all was well all times I asked her what was wrong or whether she had recovered her memories. It was an hassle I wanted to have dealt with immediately, although her hungry stomach came first. "Here is your food," the waitress entered with the manager of
"Did you just call me bitch?" I wish I could stand up and swipe my face across her face, but my limp legs and the annoying wheelchairs held me back. "Yes, and so what, what do you bitch want from my man, uhn?" she raged, but I wasn't about to be at a disadvantage. "Your man? Tch," I scoffed, "in your ugly dreams. in fact, I bet they are nightmares given how ugly you are!" "Me? how dare you call me ugly? Being a model doesn't make you anything!" "I see you must have done your research and that's why you baked your face before coming here!" If she was going to deny it, then u was going to prove it to her. I grabbed the glass of whine beside me and threw it to her face without hesitation. "That's what you get for claiming what is not yours." "You know I'm right beside you and that I'm a person, right?" Lawrence asked. "You shut up and let me deal with this ugly beast!" I said and watched Lawrence's stunned expression."Kenzie can be really crazy, security will arrive soon, so let
Lawrence's POVThere was my brother's case and now Kenzie. “Why didn't you tell me about her? I could have prepared a more effective counter lash for her,” Stella sulked as we got into the car followed by some other two cars that had contained the guards from the top security company I was operating. Or at least, that was what it appeared to be on the surface, because in truth, that security company was a cover for my underground mafia business. I was only ten years in, so I couldn't compare despite my high success rate to my brother who had inherited the family's business. “Why don't we go home and rest for now?” I urged her as the ride continued, but she needed an outlet and she definitely wasn't having my words for it. So the moment we got home, she continued. “Now we are home and I can rest anytime. So I have so many questions.” She said and I was forced to sit opposite her. “Start with the one whose answer you want to hear the most. I might get tired along the lines of your
Stella's POV“I said we caught the culprits, Stella. Did you hear me?” Hís voice was loud and it forced me out of my daze. “Uhn? Yes, congratulations,” I said absentmindedly as I remained on the bed regretting why I slept.“Stella, are you okay, is something wrong?” He asked as he moved closer and tried to hold me, but I shook my head. “Nothing, I'm fine,” I said with a frown. “In that case, I'll tickle you until you tell me what's wrong,” he said. “I’m just in a bad mood, it's nothing.”“Tickling you and making you laugh like a witch should cheer you up then,” he said and brought his hands to my underarms, but I slapped it off. “Fine, I dreamt, but it felt more like a memory than a dream,” I confessed, feeling irked with myself for what I saw.“Whoa, your memories are already coming back. So do you remember the bastard that pushed you?” He asked and I turned to him with a frown. "That's not it, it's a rather ugly memory that I wouldn't want to believe if it hadnt felt so real,"
“Who was that?” I asked as he rejoined me. “Nobody you should worry about yet,” he said and settled down while trying to force a smile. “Yet? What do you mean by that?” I asked as I tried to sit up, but it hurt to much, so I remained in my lying position. “Uhn? What could you possibly want from me?” I contested aloud. “Nothing much, just that you tell me about the memory you recovered about Carl,” he said and I shook my head. I couldn't do it, “no.”“Why not?”“You'll hate me for it and I really can't afford for that to happen,” I said because I honestly thought so as I was currently hating on myself for what I had in the past with that ugly man. “Try me.” “It's no use. Let's just talk about the person who called you and why you looked so worried after the call,” I said but my attempt at diverting the question failed. “It’s nothing, but I can tell you about it, only if you do something for me,” he said and I could already tell where he was going. I did a mental calculation of
“Now it's my turn to fulfill my own end of the deal,” he said. “Huh? What do you mean?” I didn't remember us making any deals. “The person who called was my brother,” he said and I frowned. I didn't know how he was going to look at me now after telling him about it. “Ohh.”“Yeahh. Why do you suddenly look so moody? Is something wrong?” He asked and I turned to him with a surprised look. “What do you mean by that question? Don't you hate me?” I asked.“Hate you? Why would you think that? Did I do something wrong? I'll make amends for it, so don't ask me to hate you because I nothing could ever take away my love for you. "But-" "No buts, stella, now that you're well rested, we can go for your physiotherapy, or don't you want to use your legs again?" he asked leaving me dumbfounded as I wondered what exactly was going through his mind. "I want to use them," I stuttered in reply as he lifted me up and headed to the restroom before placing me in the tub. "Now let's take a shower,"
Lawrence's POVAfter the physiotherapy which was a huge pain in the ass because her attending doctor happened to be a fan, it was time to leave the hospital. "I'm so tired, let's go take some cool breeze on the balcony upstairs," Stella said. "You hate hospitals, I can take you to the park if you want some cool breeze, besides, the doctor said it was good for you health," I said, but she shook her head. "We can always try something new." this time, I didn't try to argue because her tone suggested that she was up to something and I was curious. "Aha, I knew it!" she said excitedly as we got to the Gynaecology section and I raised my head to see the reason for her excitement. "Let's follow them silently." "What do you mean Stella? didn't you ask me to come here because you wanted to collect some fresh breeze?" I teased. "Like you said, I hate hospitals. Let's just follow behind them without them noticing. I think my bestfriend is pregnant for that ugly bastard!" she said as she st