Okay, I'm just putting it out there since I have suddenly become interest in learning Italian XD I know right? Crazy, but in almost every single romance story/manga I've read, the sexy hot dude always knows either Italian, Spanish, or Greek. Mostly Italian though.

But anyways, the point is that whenever Brandon says Cara it's actually Stella's nickname, it mean 'Darling' in Italian, So next time he says Cara, he's not mistaking Stella for some other girl, it's just his nickname for her. He's calls her a bunch of other stuff like Mia Bella or Mia Cattiva Raggaza, But Cara is the most common, and I think it's cute :3


Flash Back

Stella's POV

I sighed and blew my bangs, smiling at my view. I lay on my stomach, the covers draped over my exposed body, my hands holding up my chin as I reached over and played with the tufts of brunette before me. His face lay steadily beside me and he looks so cute and venerable when he sleeps. The almighty Brandon DeCaro, he looked as cute as a newborn baby! As I brushed away his fringe, he groaned and extended his arm in his sleep and grabbed my arm, pulling me down next to him.

"Good morning sleepyhead," I coaxed him to open his gorgeous hush brown eyes. Instead he groused under his breath and ravelled his arms around my body, pulling me close to his bare chest. He was warm, like a heat pack. I wanted to cuddle back to sleep, but it was bad to go with an empty stomach.

"Sleep Cara," The way he said 'darling' in Italian was so sexy. It set me on fire within minutes, his silky, rich voice as he nuzzled his face in my hair, "I'm tired," I grinned, knowing why he was so worn out. Believe me, I was tired too, but I had to get up now.

"It's 12:45 in the afternoon Brandon, we haven't even had breakfast or lunch!" I giggled and he smiled, eyes closed.

"I think last night was enough to fill me up," He spoke, bringing back memories of last nights passion. I couldn't help but grin, I love this man, he was the ideal boyfriend. sexy, adorable but has a little temper, I don't exactly mind, he's pretty protective and that makes him even more adorable than he already is.

"Do you want me to make you a coffee?" I whispered to his ear, he tugged me closer, refusing to let go.

"No, stay here," He cradled me in his arms. Arms that I wanted to stay in forever.

Brandon DeCaro, the love of my life. He was gorgeous and absolutely handsome, any woman would die for him. I came across him when I came to New York for a fashion show, to get inspiration on my next line of designs. There I bumped into him on my way out of the designing studio, all my belongs from my handbag scattered on the sidewalk, Brandon smiled and collected my items, though I hadn't realised he had remember my phone number that was written on one of my contracts stored in my purse. He later phoned and asked for a dinner.

Thats how I learned he was the eldest son of a rich building industry tycoon, DeCaro. But I didn't care, I went insane over him, he was everything I wanted in a man, and i spent the sweetest months with him.


But it never lasted, a few months later, Brandon started getting restless, He would always be busy and wouldn't have time to schedule date nights with me. Sometimes he won't phone or see me for a long period of time. I didn't mind, I knew he was truly occupied since he was the next heir to the business, but I couldn't help but notice we were growing apart each day. Around 8 months of our relationship, I realised something that even shocked me. A child. At 2 months, growing in me. I was over the moon, i loved him and didn't mind a baby. But I never thought I'd have to face his dark response…

"Did you think your lover's child is welcome here?"

"Brandon, It's your child," I insisted, his eyes flashed at me cruelly and he turned his back to face the window of the luxury penthouse.

"I don't want your lovers child," He spat inhumanly, I was astonished, lover? Where did he get that from?

"I don't have a lover! Brandon, your the only one I've been with for the last 8 months!" Tears threatened to spill out, no, I have to be strong. I have to make him see, this is his child.

"Don't lie to me Stella!" He didn't use my nickname and I flinched at his tone, taking a step back, "You have been with your lover behind my back, did you think I wouldn't notice?!"

"I have no lover Brandon! I only loved you!" I was not fibbing, every since I encountered him and our first date. There was no other man I came even close to looking deeply in the eye than him. I loved him, not like, or a fling. I flipping LOVED him!

"Liar!" He barked, shoving the ornaments off the small corridor table beside him. They smashed to bits at my feet, why was he being so brutal? If he was just venting out anger from something else that happened, he'd instantly give me the look asking 'I need comfort,' but it wasn't that, his eyes were scorching in vexation, all that anger was directed to me, and there was no sign from him asking for comfort.

"Leave," He ran his hand through his hair, looking at me with seriousness.

"What?" I couldn't believe what i was hearing, i shook my head and reached for his hand, instantly he shoved my arm away.

"Leave this house, now," He hissed in a dead serious low tone. I shuddered unable to generate what he said, leave? Leave him? "Leave Stella, Get out of my sight!"

I opened my mouth to respond, but i couldn't, the shock reached my mind, causing it to shut down. I felt blank, abandoned, left to rot. Hesitantly I spun around, salty tears broke out and dripped down from my chin. I looked back at his cruel, hatred eyes, before abandoning the house, without ever looking back.

It was obvious considering his wealth and power that he could have any girlfriend or wife in this world, maybe it was my fault for falling in love with him.

Later, towards 6 months of my pregnancy, I got a test done confirming it was his child, I was overjoyed that I had proof and I could get my love back. I tried contacting him several time, but he never answered, desperate I even went to his villa in Manhattan.

"I need to see Mr DeCaro," I stabbed the button on the speaker by the front gates.

"I'm sorry he can't come," I was answered back by one of his maids. What? Is he that cowardice to not even answer me personally?

"Please, I just need to see him, tell him it's urgent," I begged, i needed to see my ex-boyfriend, is that a crime?

"He's in London…with his new girlfriend," I broke, my heart shattered into pieces, what was I then? the girlfriend in New York? I dropped to my knees and stared at the piece of paper in my grasp. The small crisp black and white photo of the ultrasound lay between my fingers. Drops of fresh tears dripped against it, smudging the printing. I couldn't take it, how could he be so harsh?

I left the country and back to my familiar town in Sydney after changing my last name to Devigne, where a lot of my friends assisted me through my struggles. I got a beautiful big house out in the meadows where I can live in piece and a full time job at a designer studio. I'm not exactly well known like i used to be, but I took the job to support my family.

3 months later, my handsome little baby was born. Nicholas. The son of my love. I had no hatred towards him because of him being Brandon's child. He was my baby, and he was worth more than my life. Nic grew in the blink of an eye, he was just as talented as Brandon. But even through all this happiness, I wanted Brandon there with me, holding Nicholas, for him to be there when he said his first word, started teething, began to walk, but he wasn't, Brandon must've forgotten I even existed much less dated him.

Nevertheless I still think of him, Brandon DeCaro, the love of my life. I never want to see his face, ever again.

End of Flashback.

No POV

He watched her, like a tiger would watch his prey. Scanning every part of her slender body, her face was heavily make-upped and her skimpy dress exposed almost every part of her body, he was getting tired of it, there was not a woman out there who didn't try to seduce him. Her name was Tiffany, and she was his latest 'toy'. Brandon sighed, as her lips locked his. Kissing him with utmost passion, He didn't mind having her tongue down his throat, it wasn't new to him, but she wasn't perfect, he was imagining at least a week with her at the max.

"Oh Brandon," She moaned, kissing a line down his neck. But Brandon wasn't even listening to her groans of lust, instead, he was deep in thought, what was this annoyance batter to his brain? It had been bugging him all week, ever since the Lemonade craving, Why does he feel so empty? What was the reason for this annoying toil in his mind. He thought hard and long for anything Lemonade plays a part it.


"Don't you like lemonade Brandon?" She question, her lips ravelled around the pink and blue striped straw, he watched the crisp yellow liquid, sway in the glass from within her mittens

"No, It has a this sour aftertaste, I don't like it," He replied, leaning against the table of the cafe, They had decided to take a stop to rest from their walk around New York town square.

"Well that's too bad, Try the lemonade from the meadows from my hometown," Her voice sounded as if she was singing.

"Sydney?"

"Not in the city but out towards the border of New South Wale, they have it all the time down in meadows, on hot sunny days, we'd go out and pick some lemons fresh off the trees and they taste amazing," She curled her lips, and squinted her eyes in delight, causing him to chuckle.

"Well, if we ever go down to Sydney together, I'll be sure to try some Lemonade," He twinkled, tucking up her beanie to place a kiss on her forehead.


Cara. His head shot up in realisation and he ducked, avoiding another one of Tiffany's sloppy kisses.

"Brandon? Honey, what's wrong?" Tiffany questioned, that voice she put on, it was nothing like Cara's. He gripped the seat's armrests and stood up.

"Sorry, I'm not up to making love tonight," He ran both hands through his hair in frustration.

"Did something happen at work?"

"Were the employees partying again?" her silky voice giggled, her soft pink lips curled biting back a laugh as her soft blonde hair swayed over her.

He blinked, and steadied his vision on Tiffany, no she wasn't the one Brandon hoped was there. But he was sure he heard Cara's sweet velvety voice, of course not, Tiffany was the only one in the room, he was just imagining things.

"No," Brandon stumbled a bit as he rubbed his eyes, "I'm sorry Tiffany, I'll call you tomorrow," Nodding Tiffany grabbed her short revealing jacket, turning on her heels and strolling out of the house.

She knew staying here and trying to comfort him was pointless, no one was ever going to get close enough to open him up, and no one ever had, at least not anyone the tabloids featured. Every single actress, model and famous woman this man had dated and played with for the last 4 years and Tiffany knew she's gonna last a maximum of at least 2 weeks with him. Knowing his player habits, woman didn't date him to get him to marry them, but to see who can be his girlfriend the longest.

Hearing her leave, Brandon collapsed onto his bed, his head in his hands. He thought for a minute, trying to get his mind together. She betrayed him, and now she was gone. What use did he have with her now? He spent time with her and that was it, at least that was his original plan.

He growled in bitterness and stood up, sauntering to his mini bar. He grabbed the bottle of Utopias, and dunked two cubes of ice in his beer glass, drowning them with the entire bottle of alcohol. All he could do now was drink until he collapsed, which might take a while, and a few more bottles. Sure he would end up with a killer hangover next morning, but getting rid of these memories was worth it.


Okay, now you know how they broke up, I personally think it was Brandon just overreacting, but you can't blame him, he must have his reasons.

Anyways hope you enjoyed that chappie, I probably won't update this till next week or so, probably on a Friday next week?

Be sure to give me review on your points of view, so I can get cracking on the next chapter.