Hello guys, it's been a while.
I wanted to inform you guys that Savannah and Xavier's is still under construction, so instead I will be completing Aria and Dave's story in the book. (you didn't that was the end, did you?) it took this long because I've been busy with life and other stuff but now I'm back and ready to complete the book. I'll be doing a daily update and trust me you don't want to miss the remaining part of the book. There will be new appearances and the original supporting characters will still be featured in the book. Savannah and Xavier's story would be released right after this one. stay tuned till the end. Thank you.Two years laterThe cold wind hit my face as I stepped out of the cab with my hands shoved inside my coat and I made my way into the tall glass building that belonged to the Eleganz Fashion company.I got into the elevator and stopped on the designer's floor. Stepping out, I moved toward my office but I was stopped by my assistant's voice. “Miss Stephenson,” Destiny called, and turned around to see her running toward me. “You are needed at the studio.” “Studio?” I asked in confusion. “Did the shoot start already?” She nodded. “Mr. Grayson said he can't make it at the appointed time, so he asked to do his shoot earlier.” Jax Grayson was one of Chicago''s top models. It took me a lot of effort to have him on board with us, so it was understandable the company is rescheduling for him.“Why wasn't I informed about the change?” I raised my eyebrows at her.“I sent you a text this morning.” She replied.With a confused expression on my face, I brought my phone from my coat pocket to see
“I'm not sure what answer to give to that,” I replied out of confusion. “And I don't think a phone call is right for that kind of conversation.” “Yeah, right.” He agreed. “What was I thinking? I should have waited a bit longer.” He hung up before I could say anything. I stared at my phone in confusion, wondering what just happened. It was my first time seeing someone ask a girl out and hang up on her the next minute.Wait, that was not what I should be bothered about. Jax Grayson wants to ask me on a date and I had no idea how to feel about it.After all the ordeal I went through a year ago, was I ready to open my heart to any man? That was a question I still didn't have an answer to. Many guys had approached me in the past two years, I had rejected them all because I was still nursing a broken heart but did I want to keep doing that? I would die single at that rate. I guess it was time I let go of my past, not because Jax Grayson asked me out but because I believed it was time to
“Looks like someone has an admirer.” Destiny walked into my office with a bouquet of roses and handed them over to me. “I bet it's from Mr. Grayson.” I took the bouquet with a confused expression. “Who brought this?” “A girl from a flower shop delivered it just now,” she replied. “And it came with a card.” Removing the white card that was attached to the flowers, I opened it and a smile crept on my face when I read the content.Destiny came to stand behind me and read out, “I saw these beautiful flowers and immediately thought of your beautiful smile. I can't wait to see you tonight. Yours Jax.” Before I went to bed that night, Jax called and we spent an hour talking about random things. We agreed to meet up for our date the following day since I was getting off work earlier. Clearing my throat, I put the card in the drawer and turned to Destiny. “Get out of here.” I scolded and pushed her away as I felt my cheeks heating up“This is so cute.” She squealed. “Look how red your fac
“Aria, where are you, and what's burning in there?” Lena's voice brought me back to reality. “Shit.” I cursed when I saw that my bacon was completely burnt. I turned off the stove just as Lena walked in. “What happened?” Her confused gaze moved between me and the burnt bacon.“I got a bit carried away.”She sighed and went to her room. I trashed the bacon and cleaned the mess I made in the kitchen before walking out with a box of cookies and a glass of orange juice. I sat in front of the Tv, watching the rerun of my series that I missed during the week. “I've got some news.” Lena walked into the living room in a change of clothes. “I'm not sure if you are going to take it as good news or bad news, but Dave is back. He got out of prison yesterday.” She stared at me in silence, waiting for some sort of reaction from me but I didn't give her the satisfaction as I asked with a straight face.“How come? I thought he was going for six years.” “For your information, the prison years is
“Are you going to get back together with Dave Mendez?” he asked.“What?” My eyes widened in shock but then I realized I had no reason to be surprised.Everybody knew about my story with Dave, so I should have expected Jax would know too, especially when he was also into the Fashion industry.“I saw on the news that he got out of prison and from what I heard before, the both of you used to be so much in love and almost got married. I don't know if you still have feelings for him and…” he started to explain himself but I cut him off.“Like you said, we used to be in love but not anymore. Whatever Dave and I had was in the past and it would remain in the past,” I clarified.“What if Dave feels otherwise? What will you do if he wants to get back together with you?”“What Dave wants has nothing to do with how I feel. Our relationship ended two years ago and I plan to keep it that way.” “That's good then,” he replied. “So to compensate for our date that we didn't get to finish, I have a la
“Hey, Aria. It's good to see you again.” Raising my head slowly, I was greeted by a pair of amber eyes staring intensely at me. “Dave?” Those amber eyes still gleamed as bright as they had, but with that shaft of nostalgia, I felt a tingle of nervousness I had not looked for. I made myself smile and turn away, trying to collect myself. I didn't need him to see the effect his presence was having on me.Dave sat down next to me, and he reached out his hand to Nixon. "Thanks for inviting me out here, Nixon. "Nixon shook his hand and waved him toward a chair. "I'm glad you didn’t reject my invitation."Dave scooted his chair closer to mine, and I did my best not to raise an eyebrow. I could see Lena trying to keep cool, her eyes were flying from one of us to the other. I didn't blame her for this. At best, it was awkward.The waiter came over, and we all ordered. Then, just as he nodded and wandered off, Nixon made a half-hearted effort to break the ice. "So, Dave, what's the plan now
DAVE'S POVThe morning sun streamed through the large windows of the conference room and pooled in splashes of gold across the polished mahogany table and the orderly tautness of the chairs. My heart raced, a mix of anticipation and determination. This was it, the day, the one I'd been preparing for since I walked out of prison. Today, I would stand before Styles Company's investors and convince them their trust in me and the company wasn't misplaced.I straightened my tie and looked to my left at Nixon, who was sitting beside me, going over his notes. Through all of this mess, Nixon had stood by my side. As managing director, he had managed to keep the ship afloat during my tumultuous years away, but he also knew as well as I did that what the company needed was some serious juicing to get it back on track."Ready for this?" Nixon asked, looking up from his notes.I nodded nervously. I was trying to steady my nerves. "Yeah, I'm ready. We worked hard for this moment."Nixon smiled, se
Aria's POVThe evening was rather cold; a whisk of coldness tickled my skin as I stepped out of my apartment. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm my nerves. Tonight was the second date with Jax, he planned the date at the last minute because the launching ceremony we were supposed to attend was postponed.I couldn't help but feel a little bit excited yet very nervous about it. Opening myself once more to another person after all that happened with Dave, was just so daunting.That night, I decided to go classic in a plain dark navy blue with a light floral design. I'm wearing a light jacket, with my hair loosely curly and just enough make-up to make features pop. I turned the key to lock my door behind me. Lena came out from the living room."Have fun tonight!" she chirped with a smile. "And stop over-worrying; just enjoy."The nagging thoughts were unbearable. I smiled a little."Thanks, Lena," I said. The residence was unbearably quiet on the way to the restaurant; thoughts rushed
I took her view and entered the room. The view that my eyes chanced upon, a woman sitting at the brink of the bed and burying her face in her hands, had revved up my heartbeat; she lifted her head and looked at me. There was surprise as well as confusion in Aria's gaze."Dave…what are you doing here?" she asked, tremulous her voice.I stepped closer to her, and my heart went out to her. "Aria, please, don't do that. We have to talk. You had to know how much I love you, and we have got to do this together. Please don't make this mistake. Don't decide without you talking to me," she said.She stared into mine, her own already welling with water. "I don't know if I can do this, Dave. I'm scared… so scared."."I know you are," I said, my voice cracking as the emotions spun their way inside of me. "But I'm scared too, Aria, scared to death of letting go of you and our child. We can face this together. I love you and will be with you no matter what. Please just allow us a chance."She tremb
DAVE'S POVThe reports lay on the desk as my eyes looked at them without really seeing. It was two weeks ago—the night that had unleashed all my emotions with Aria. She hadn't been returning my calls or texts, and every time I tried to find her, the doors closed in front of me.It was as if that had been such a welcome distraction from the growing pit of dread deep in my stomach—one which it was easy to leave my focus on. Therefore, I just thought that probably Aria needed some space and time to think, and I gave it to her. But the days were beginning to slip into weeks; the chasm between us began to feel impossible to cross.I was just about to get into the other useless read-through of the reports when the shaking of my door broke with a knock. Before I could get a chance to answer, Nixon walked in, a sad look across his face."Dave, we have got to talk," he said, shutting the door.I rose to my feet; missed a beat in my heart. Nixon never did drama so whatever his news was, it had
Returning to Chicago was very much like stepping into the storm all over again. The city was the same—booming and ruthless; only I was different now. The sojourn at Pittsburgh had poured in a new perspective and a brief sabbatical from the storm that life was getting transformed into. Onwards, as I pushed open the doors and jumped into the office of the magazine, all my lugging from the past came back and sat on my shoulders again.I virtually wore the broadest smile ever as I greeted colleagues around, with their eyes to my back, and whispers trailing down the hall. News about Jax did travel fast, and however much I wanted to act like I did not hear the murmurs, they were impossible to ignore."'Did you see him? Jax is still in prison…Isn't she the one who used to go out with him?"Yeah, apparently she's trying to steer clear of any more drama. Who can blame her?"The two prattled on, voices droning in my ears as I looked down, burying myself in my work. I had the art of evasion of
Xavier had spent most of the next fortnight within the confines of the house with his baby daughter, little Aurora; mankind could attribute getting associated with the atmosphere of normality amidst these crazed minds in and around people. They made one feel slightly better, anyways. The bright spot in my life was Aurora, Xavier's baby. Her laughter and innocence diverted my mind from that hurricane inside my guts.And Xavier, he never stopped showing up. Either waiting to hold me with all of my words, many, or sitting wordless with me when my words failed. He had wars of his own, his own aches: waiting for Savannah to return, raising Aurora on his own. But it never crossed him from how he was acted at that it was of much miracle to be noble, he quared each new day with that kind of fortitude. I saw and wished I could find it in myself.And suddenly it was one of those evenings where one sat in the porch with the sunset overhead, and this very question was coming alive inside me since
ARIA'S POVAnd there was the sun, first off, up close, shining warmly but in an absolutely singular, discreet design, wringing and bright out through the blinds and all over my bed. For one moment all was also right in my world; this was just some stupid nightmare. For a brief second, there was a sense that everything in the world was also just fine; it was all just some ridiculous nightmare. But as the fog of sleep thinned, I could see the face of reality coming creaking down upon me.There was the weight of a body beside me and the familiar scent of Dave's cologne in the air. Dread consumed me as my head turned to his, slowly, heart in the throat, lying beside me, still asleep. His face really looked peaceful, quite unlike the trouble that I knew was dwelling underneath.Panic surged through me at the full force of what I had done. As soon as I lay in Dave's bed, in full nudity and all the sheets, it all came back, the way that I kissed him. I had let myself fall into the biggest t
DAVE'S POVDarkness had passed as I finally drove the old Civic through the winding city streets, my brain swirling with thoughts that snaked into a cocktail of feelings, triumph and unease. The news of Jax spread like a wildfire through the grapevine, and much as I loathed to admit, somewhere deep inside me, the thought of his downfall came with a bit of joy. That definitely had to be said: he had it coming. Not half of me, though—there was another that couldn't see past Aria's face in my head when she discovered all that she had been told. What would she do? Didn't she see this as a way to get rid of him and finally turn back to me? Or would she retreat into herself as she had retreated before, only this time even more broken?It was with all that running through my head that I pulled up outside Aria's apartment. I parked the car, opened the door, and let the cool night air do little to settle the restlessness in my chest. I came to her front door and knocked, waiting for her to an
ARIA'S POV Long before the fallout hit. My phone started going off and never stopped, vibrating out of its cradle the second the story broke. Friends, colleagues, reporters—everyone wanted a piece of the madness. I ignored them all as my heart raced, scrolling through the headlines; each one landed in my gut like a gut punch: “Jax Grayson's Secret Life Exposed!" “Exposé in the Fashion World: The Unimaginable Reality of a Fashion Giant!" "Jax Grayson Probed for Money Laundering!" I felt like throwing up. My stomach somersaulted with the words of the allegations. They had to be wrong. Simply wrong. Jax was one of the good guys, sweet …How in the world could he have held something like this secret from me? From everyone? My hands were shaking as I fumbled with that bar of digits to call Jax, hoping against all odds that there was some kind of explanation; a way that maybe this could all just be a horrible, horrible mistake. But when he picked up, his voice came flat, resigned.
DAVE'S POV I crossed through the doorway into my office, started pacing, and wondered how to deliver this piece of dynamite to Nixon. My office was quiet except for the humming of air conditioning. Inside my head was a no-man's-land. What I was doing, I felt, was walking a tightrope. One wrong step and everything could come crashing down. But at that moment, thinking of her in Jax's arms, of her being able to smile again the way she used to smile at me, made it resolute, and somehow, I knew I had to go through it. This morning, Nixon was extremely caught up. He had one meeting and call after another, so he was active. Still, I knew that at least I had to try and speak to him before going any further with the plan. He wasn't just a friend; he was my brother-in-law, partner in crime, the one man who could talk me out of any crazy idea I came up with. I inhaled slowly, then walked into his office. The door swung a bit wide, and behind the desk, I could see him buried in some paper
ARIA'S POVMy phone buzzed, it must have been for the hundredth time that morning. I didn't need to look, though all texts and notifications seemed to come down to the same thing. Well, the rumour mill hadn't stopped since Jax and I got together, but today… Today felt different. You could feel it in your bones, like a storm about to hit just out of sight."I rather reluctantly opened my phone again to scroll through the scores of messages, tweets, and posts flooding my feed. I looked up sheepishly to see what adorned every major gossip website: "New Power Couple: Aria Stephenson and Jax Grayson Romance Heat Up!" with pictures of him and me leaving that wedding together last night.". The photos had captured everything—how Jax used to hold me close and how I'd look at him.But the captions only distorted everything, making what was such close, personal time between the two of us into a public spectacle.The anxiety mixed with impatience surged, upped by apprehension in my chest. This