C H A P T E R 1 2 : T H E O V E R D U E B R E A K U P
J A V I E R S U M M E R S
Javier stared at the door for a few minutes once he heard the click signaling that it had been tightly shut. If he was being honest, Ella's resignation had shocked him. Through and through. He had never thought that she would quit her job.
"Damn," he hissed under his breath so that the one person who just had shaken his world on the other side of the room would not hear a thing. He had tried his best to remain cool and calm in conveying his response earlier because the last thing he wanted was for Ella to realize how important her role actually was. If she knew how scared he was to lose her, she would be inclined to overvalue herself.
He blinked as a thought came to her. Perhaps she wanted to quit because the money was not enough. Maybe the reason why sh
Ella Stanford looked up as Javier left his office, shoving his phone and wallet into his pocket. Without even looking, she knew where he was probably heading. She refrained from sighing. It did not take a genius to know that her boss was on his way to meet his lover, London Star. Every day it was the same. The phone call he had received before lunchtime would determine who he would be spending his lunchtime with. Either his family (either his older brother, Thornton, or his youngest sister, Clara, or on a rather rare occasion, his mother) or his most recent lover. Most of the time, it was the latter.Since evidently, London had called merely fifteen minutes ago, it had been determined that he would be spending his lunchtime with her. And if she was right, they were probably going to go to a restaurant in a five-star hotel around the area and once the lunch was concluded, they would retreat to a suite and ravish each ot
Javier stepped out of his Rolls Royce and into the fresh air and breathed in deeply, appreciating the feel of the sun on his skin. Although he mostly spent his afternoon with either his family or his lover, he couldn’t help but admit that it was quite nice to be away from the hustle and bustle of the office for a little while and simply be in his own company. He walked towards the coffee shop not far from his office building. It was tucked away at the corner of the street. Once upon a time, back when he was fresh from the university and was working a managerial level job, he used to go there often. Nowadays, not so much. “Javier!” Crystal Jones, a stout little woman behind the counter who also happened to be the owner, greeted him. He was surprised that she even recognized him and remembered his name. “Long time no see. How are you?”“I am well, thank you,” he replied to her with a brief smile. “I have been busy. So, what delicious specials do you have today?”“Well, the twins came ba
"Damon did offer to come with me," started Ella, a little unsure whether she had to tell him the truth. It would be very embarrassing indeed to acknowledge that she had a friend who pretended to be her boyfriend. She was not sure she could bear him knowing. She would die if she saw him giving her a mocking smile or any snide remark. Although she would soon leave his company, she wanted to leave with her dignity remain intact. "But I do not want to trouble him."Javier frowned. A few lines formed on his forehead as his eyebrows joined in the middle. "Why not? He is your boyfriend. If I were him, I would insist on coming.""He-" Ella swallowed convulsively. "Well, Damon is a dear friend and I am sure he is busy with work. It is Monday after all.""Friend?" Her boss's face looked every bit confused. His brows shot up, and his eyes widened. He almost looked lost. "Did you two break up?"
C H A P T E R 1 6 : H E R D E N I A L Scarlet invaded Ella's face. Her eyes widened, then her lids dropped, hiding herexpression. She moved quickly into the kitchen and without thinking picked up ice cream from the fridge.She carried it into the sitting room and placed it on a mat in the center of thetable. Damon was finding bowls while Tanner was looking for cutleries.In less than five minutes, the ice cream was served. “No comment, then?" Damon asked at last. "Your imagination runs riot," Ella said without looking at him or Tanner. "Darling, just because you yourself have never noticed your sensitivity to Javier Freaking Summers it does notmean you have learned to hide it from everyone else," Damon told her frankly. "I knew the firsttime I saw you together. You admitted years ago that he liked you." "I di
"Darling, you simply must show me your dress! I know it is my wedding but I want to see yours anyway," said Damon cheerfully as he clapped his hands, showing how impatient he truly was. Ella took a deep breath then put her hands up. "First of all, please do not be mad." "Oh, I do not like the sound of this," commented Damon under his breath. "Just think of it like this, it is your wedding so you should be the focus. All eyes should be on you. The spotlight is yours so it is only right if I wear whatever dress that fits regardless of how they look. It is not important," dismissed Ella with a shrug. "It is important when Javier Freaking Summers will be there with you!" protested Damon, eyes widened in disbelief. "Could you please stop calling him that?" She lowered her body and sat on the edge of her bed. "He is still my boss." Then she recalled he
C H A P T E R 1 8 : H I S R E Q U E S T With everyone in happy spirits, time went by quickly. The guests were chatting and renewing old acquaintances until it was time for the meal and the speeches. But at no time did it seem the right time for Ella to have a private conversation with the man who was supposedly her boyfriend today. Javier had been placed in between Ella and her mother at the meal table, and Ella had to give him top marks that he saw to it that her mother was not neglected. He was attentive to her too, pleasant and affable. Sometimes it surprised her how her boss, who was cold and distant, could be so caring. "So," said Damon who had pulled her to the side once he managed to escape after being surrounded by families and friends congratulating him for the whole day. "How is it with you and Javier? Are you two getting chummy?" He wiggled his eyebrows teasingly,
C H A P T E R 1 9 :H I S F A M I L Y Ella decided that it was quite easy to see where this party was heading. She snatched a glass of champagne off the table as Javier and she walked past it and gave a vapid smile in return for the scowl one of his uncles had given when she was being introduced. Although Javier seemed oblivious, it was easy to recognize the disdainful expression of snooty contempt. She knew full well that she was not the same as the rest of the people here, and they clearly realized it. She did not have money or own a company or even have expensive jewelry other than the ring Javier had given her while the rest of the women were wearing pearls, diamonds, and other precious gems. She was a hard-working woman who had to scrape some months just to paythe exorbitant rent on her apartment. Shestood out like a sore thumb. And they knew it just as well as she d
C H A P T E R 2 0 : T H E T E N S I O N The chilly night air always made goosebumps rise on her arms however as she stepped outside the balcony, the cold was like a slap on the face, driving away some of the fog that the champagne had started to create around her head. She leaned on the balcony, putting the two full glasses and one empty glass on the small, wooden table beside her then looked out over the grounds.They were magnificent and seeing them like this, he could see just how well her boss took care of his home or rather, how well he had paid for it to be looked after. The flowers glittered in the fairy lights and the white stone path snaked around the garden, winding through blooming plants and circling softly glowing fountains. It was sad that all of this was just for one person. It made her wonder how lonely she would feel if she lived in a place like this by herself. She
“Did you perhaps get some pieces of your memory back?” asked Ella, sounding hopeful. She’d once been in Clarabelle’s position and she knew how frustrating it was not knowing the past, to have a few years stolen from her memory. Although in the end, Ella managed to gain her memories back. Clarabelle cleared her throat for no particular reason other than to delay answering her sister in law question for several seconds. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. There was no easy way to say this and she knew that keeping this act for so long wouldn’t benefit anyone either yet it was really hard to tell the truth. No one would understand. “Look, Clara,” Ella held my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Ella’s eyes were understanding and Clarabelle was suddenly filled with immense guilt. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. We’re just so happy you’re alright. Don’t force yourself to remember, it’ll come eventually. I know this from experience.” Ella’s smile was what broke Clarabelle’s
“Oh, don’t be so sure, Brother,” teased Clara with a wink. She turned to Ella and Damon who were on her left. “You know Ella, and you remember Damon, right?” “Yeah, sure.” Maxon nodded at Damon. “Hey, man.” But when his eyes moved to Ella, he gave her an awkward smile. “Ella.” He wasn’t usually this awkward around females especially one married to his brother. Hell, he wasn’t awkward with Ava, Thornton’s wife — maybe only for a few months after his brother told the family about Ava riding their neighbor Josh on the kitchen counter. Truth be told, the fact that he was slightly awkward with Ella was all his sister’s doing. Before Javier realized his feelings for Ella, Clarabelle had tried to set up a blind date between Ella and Maxon. Furthermore, Max had once said that Ella was hot to Clarabelle, and knowing his sister, she had indeed told Ella. Max didn’t have any feelings or crush on Ella, but still, it would take him a little while to not feel awkward. He wasn’t good around people
“Oh, don’t be so sure, Brother,” teased Clara with a wink. She turned to Ella and Damon who were on her left. “You know Ella, and you remember Damon, right?” “Yeah, sure.” Maxon nodded at Damon. “Hey, man.” But when his eyes moved to Ella, he gave her an awkward smile. “Ella.” He wasn’t usually this awkward around females especially one married to his brother. Hell, he wasn’t awkward with Ava, Thornton’s wife — maybe only for a few months after his brother told the family about Ava riding their neighbor Josh on the kitchen counter. Truth be told, the fact that he was slightly awkward with Ella was all his sister’s doing. Before Javier realized his feelings for Ella, Clarabelle had tried to set up a blind date between Ella and Maxon. Furthermore, Max had once said that Ella was hot to Clarabelle, and knowing his sister, she had indeed told Ella. Max didn’t have any feelings or crush on Ella, but still, it would take him a little while to not feel awkward. He wasn’t good around people
“And you’re married,” reminded Ella, shaking her head. “True. But I’m not blind.” “How’re you, um,” he scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably, then cleared his throat before adding a soft and barely a whisper, “Princess.” With three sets of eyes watching him in curiosity mixed with surprise, Macon Summers had a faint blush on his high cheekbones. He cleared his throat one more time and focused his eyes on his little sister. “Sister?” Clarabelle let out a small giggle. “Sorry, guys, I made him call me that because he was the only one who only visited me once since I got admitted in this hospital.” There was a glint of mischief in her green eyes. After all, one of the reasons little sisters were born was to annoy their brothers. It was a birthright as much as it was an assignment. Maxon heaved an exasperated sigh. “I’ve apologized a dozen times, Clara.” He made his way to the empty spot on the right side of her bed. “I’m not going to make the same mistake of asking ‘what else
“Did you perhaps get some pieces of your memory back?” asked Ella, sounding hopeful. She’d once been in Clarabelle’s position and she knew how frustrating it was not knowing the past, to have a few years stolen from her memory. Although in the end, Ella managed to gain her memories back. Clarabelle cleared her throat for no particular reason other than to delay answering her sister in law question for several seconds. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. There was no easy way to say this and she knew that keeping this act for so long wouldn’t benefit anyone either yet it was really hard to tell the truth. No one would understand. “Look, Clara,” Ella held my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Ella’s eyes were understanding and Clarabelle was suddenly filled with immense guilt. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. We’re just so happy you’re alright. Don’t force yourself to remember, it’ll come eventually. I know this from experience.” Ella’s smile was what broke Clarabelle’s l
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“What about the cake?” Ella eagerly asked as she grabbed an album filled with photos of wedding cakes that she’d asked from the bakery who’d made her wedding cake. “Which one do you want? And how many tiers do you want it to be?” Clarabelle moved the magazine aside so Ella could place the album on her lap. She began checking each cake and reading the label placed next to each photo. “Earl grey sounds lovely,” said Ella, pointing out a cake on the right side of the page. “Or maybe chocolate fudge. That sounds lovely too. We can perhaps have it with white frosting or pale blue to match your dress.” “Darlings.” Damon dramatically sighed. “This is an easy question. You should stick to the most delicious cake in existence. Coffee and cognac. Keep it elegant, keep it tasty.” He stuck his forefinger and thumb together then kissed them like a chef. “No, thank you. I think I’ll stick to my favorite cake. Red velvet,” said Clara with a frown. “I’ve tasted coffee and cognac during Ella’s wed
“Remember that it’s all about you, Darling,” said Damon with an exaggerating wave of his hand that made both Clara and Ella giggle. “You are the center of everything that day. Everything else should be a blur but you should be the only thing that’s crystal clear in everyone’s mind.” Clara shook her head, covering her face with both hands. “Gosh, you’re being way too much.” “It wouldn’t be Dee if he isn’t being too much,” commented Ella with a grin, teasing her best friend. She moved her gaze back to Clara and smiled. “But I have to say that he’s right, Clara. You should be the center of the event. So have you decided on your wedding theme yet?” “You guys are killing me,” said Clarabelle with a loud sigh. She brought her hands down and stared at the wedding magazines on her lap. Even though every girl had a vision of their wedding and how they wanted it to be, Clara had forgotten all about hers when she’d started her company. She’d thought of her company as her baby and that she was
Hélène d’aureville had turned Draven Summers into a softie and he didn’t like it. Not even one bit. “Yes, I am fine, Mum.” He glanced at the door and frowned. Suddenly he felt annoyed that his sister’s boyfriend had not come out of there and it had been more than twenty minutes. “Let me knock on the door.” With determination, he approached the door, and then without even knocking on the door or giving any warning, he swung that door open. “Sister!” Draven greeted the two lovebirds loud enough for the neighboring rooms to hear. “Mum and Dad are here to see you. And of course, your fiancé.” He opened the door wider and held it so both of their parents could walk inside. Much to Draven’s dismay, his sister and her lover weren’t making out. They were at a polite distance. She was on the bed while he was sitting on the chair next to her bed. The atmosphere was different too, it was not as hot and bothered as it had been about half an hour ago. It seemed that they had been having a convers