I'm so sorry, i know I haven't updated in a week or something, I'm usually not this late, but seriously. Anyways, I'll probably update the rest of my stories over the weekend, if not next week. U never know, I'm unpredictable XD I won't be able to sleep in on Saturday (tomorrow) since I have to take both my Apple devices to get fixed so there goes my sleeping opportunity. And school just started on Monday and I was dying to sleep in today T^T.


Stella's POV

I clenched my fists lightly so no one would notice the shame, pain and sorrow that was welling up in me. I entered the back room where all my co-workers had gathered having their lunch. I staggered to my manager, the women with the long curly brown hair and freckles. She took one look at my facial expression and stood up, holding my shoulders in concern.

"Stella, what happened?" She searched my eyes for any clue on what happened, but I didn't reveal a thing, I get my agony masked as i gave her a weak smile. "You look so pale!"

"I'm a little unwell today," I fibbed, pulling out the most obvious excuse for a living.

"Oh dear, Stell, do you have any medication here?" She lifted my chin, examining my face and frowning when I shook my head, "It's like you've seen a ghost or something," Not a ghost, a devil.

She bit her lip and placed her hand on my forehead, "You don't seem to have a fever, but you look awfully ill," It didn't take long for the co-workers in my department to notice my pale expression before shooting me looks of concern.

"Stella? Stella are you okay?" Carly appeared beside my manager. oh great, not another interrogation. "Manager, I think you should let her leave early," Carly was always trustworthy in this kind of thing, she'd help me out in this stuff.

The manager gazed back at me, her eyes in perturb before nodding, "Go home Stell, get some rest okay?" I gave her a feeble twitch of my lips at her suggestion before grabbing my handbag and taking my leave before i collapsed and broke down in the back room. tears were already welling at the rim of my eyelids. Quickly i brushed them, opening my car door and toppling in.

I didn't even have the strength to put the key in before crumpling on the outer edge of the steering wheel, sobbing into my arms. I feel so pathetic, so piteous, like I was 4 years ago after coming back from Brandon's villa in Manhattan. How could I have been so blind and fallen for him? How? Am I that stupid?! I had lost all reason to even get up and start the car. I just bawled and weeped onto my sleeves.

"Why Brandon?" I whimpered trying to catch my breath, "Why are you torturing me like this? Didn't you ever love me the way I loved you!?" I knew he couldn't hear me or even see me like this. But it felt nice to wail out my pain.

It took me a good 20 minutes of sobbing and crying to finally pull myself together. My heart was killing me and my body was way to weak to even move anymore. I dabbed the hem of my shirt on my eyes to get rid of the tears and pulled the sunshade of my car revealing a small mirror. I scanned my appearance, there was only one word to describe me right now. A broken mess.


"You can't be serious," My mom shook her head in disbelief, leaning against the coffee table in shock, "He asked for a dinner?"

I nodded rocking Nic back and forth and he slept on my shoulder. I had come home causally after spending hours in the car rethinking my shallow life and acted normal. I wasn't planning on revealing anything until Nicholas was asleep and didn't have to face any of the confusion for him.

"If you ask me, I'm surprised the bastard even has guts to ask you to a dinner," Mom seethed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"He's far from normal guys mom, that's why I fell in love with him," I whispered softly. My mom sighed placing a hand on my head, stroking me hair in a comforting way.

"Are you planning on telling him about Nic?"

I gazed to my shoulder smiling softly at my sleeping baby. The only part of Brandon I have left to love.

"I'm not, he doesn't deserve Nic,"

"Make sure he doesn't find out that Nic is his child," She exhaled. I looked up at her expression in confusion, "Brandon's a powerful and wealthy man, if he wants Nic for some reason he could easily take custody of him away from you," My eyes widened at her words, I knew well and truly they were true.

"Nic is MY child! He has no rights to do that," I protested, hugging the sleeping darling against me. There was no way I was going to give Nic up to Brandon, ever!

I stole a brief glance at the clock and registered it in my mind. It was 7:30. I best be going so I can come home early.

"I'm going to go get dressed, okay?" I informed mom as I gingerly got up and strolled to my bedroom, placing Nic on the bed for him to sleep well.

Quietly I walked to my small closet and rummaged to my dresses, I didn't have much designer dresses except that one dress I kept that I wore on my first date with Brandon. I tugged it off the hanger and gazed at it in my hands. I blew my bang and decided on that dress, it sparked back some memories. Memories that only I remember, Brandon must've even forgotten that I actually went on a date with him.

I headed into the bathroom and pulled on my dress. It fitted well to my current body but I had some fat left in me from the pregnancy. I looked a lot different from when I first wore this dress. I was more chunkier and didn't have that perfect model tan body I had back then. I didn't mind though, my days of impressing men are over, I'm a mother now. Not a toy.

I tied up my hair into a loose side bun and kept a few strands of hair curling to my face and my fringe. I wasn't interested in heavy make-up anymore, i just applied some lipstick a few shades lighter than my natural lip colour and some mascara with eyeliner. That was all I really needed anyways.

I met my mom down by the door as i slipped my feet into a pair of casual heels. She smiled and kissed my forehead, in which I returned before taking my leave to my car. I started it up and took it out, a lot of thoughts swimming in my mind.

To be honest i felt a lot nervous than I thought about reuniting with him again. I didn't know what to make of myself in front of him, but what confused me more was why would he want to see me again? He clearly stated that I was the one at fault here so why did he return? There could possibly be one answer: Revenge.

He had texted me the address to his hotel earlier. His hotel as in, he owns the entire building, meaning he could reek havoc if he wanted to in there. I parked the car outside and gazed up at the building. It was like those gorgeously lit buildings you'd have a date in your dreams.

Causally I strutted inside the lobby in my heels. I haven't walked in these for years and i wasn't sure if i'd slipped right here and embarrass myself. Brandon stood leaning just beside the elevator in his suit which never failed to make him look handsome. His eyes lit up as he saw me enter and i felt myself gulp. Why did I even accept in the first place?!

He pushed himself off the wall and strolled to me. His scent was driving me insane and he stood infront of me.

"Good Evening Mr DeCaro," I muttered slightly bowing, that's right, I am going to pretend to be like this.

"Isn't this the dress you wore on our first date?" he smiled charmingly taking my hand and kissing it. Instantly I blushed, and gazed away as he chuckled. He still remembers? after all these year?

"I-I-It was the only thing I could find,"

"That's surprising," He muttered, I gritted my teeth. Stay calm Stella, he's just messing with you. "Shall we head up to the diner then?"

"Whatever," How un-ladylike. Honestly I didn't care, like I said, i don't belong in the high class of rich people like him anymore so there is no need for me to act formal. He smirked taking me up to the hotel restaurant higher up in the building. I stayed quiet the whole way up, the minimum talk i have with him, the more comfortable i am keep my secret. He lead me to one of the finest tables in the restaurant, only the entire place was empty.

"Where is everyone?" I question as he pulled the chair out for me. Cautiously I took a seat and he pushed it in and perched on the seat in front of me.

"I had the entire restaurant booked for the time being, so it'll just be you and I," He gazed at me intently as if he was scanning my appearance. He must think I've gotten fatter and uglier over the years, "You changed Cara," he observed. I knew it! He defiantly thinks I'm uglier!

"How so?" I asked cautiously, raising an eyebrow at him.

"You look beautifuler," he stated, causing me to flush a shade of pink.

"People change over 4 years," I shrugged gazing away causally.

"Why don't you design fashion anymore?"

"I felt the need for a change," I rose my head high, not daring to tell him about the pregnancy incident. Truth was I ditched my dream for Nic, I couldn't raise a child if I traveled the world for shows.

"Surprising. You loved designing so much, I'd never think you'd give it up,"

"I'm surprised you remember so much about me," I mumbled sarcastically.

"Of course, I won't ever forget I was your first everything," He said smugly. Jerk. It was true that he was my first in everything, he was my first boyfriend in fact. The only man I promised myself I'll be committed to.

"So tell me Cara, who's this guy your seeing?" He question leaning across the table a bit. I swallowed hard, oh how I wish I was seeing someone. This would've been so much easier, "Let me guess, nobody right?" Jackpot!

"What?!"

"Your not good at hiding your expressions," He pointed out and my eyes fell on my lap. I feel so shameful, I want to leave right now. "Shall we start with some champagne?" he flicked open the bottle, pouring over to glasses and handing one to me.

"Why did you call me here anyways?"

"I wanted to see you, is that a crime?" He replied in that cocky attitude I used to love.

"I didn't want to see you again," I muttered, fiddling with my fingers,

His head rose a bit, and you could only see one of his mesmerising eyes because of his fringe, "Why? Do you feel guilty about having a lover?" It reached my mind like a bullet and I shot up, slamming my hands on the table.

"How dare you!" I snapped, spinning on my heels. "I'm leaving!" I was mainly pissed off at how calm Brandon was.

"Then your job will go off significantly," He spoke, taking a sip of his glass. I froze, oh crap, i forgot he was holding me hostage with this deal.

"What do you want from me?!" I demanded turning to face him. Hasn't he hurt me enough? he placed the glass back onto the table and stood up calmly, sauntering over to me. He grasped my wrist and tugged me with him as he left the restaurant to the hotel rooms. "Let go of me Brandon!" I tried squirming out of his grip, but he wouldn't budge.

He hauled me over to the what seemed like the biggest room in the building and shoved open the door, pushing me in. I dropped my phone and purse on the small display table.

"What do you want?!" I repeated demanding for an answer. His gazed up at me, this time instead of cockiness, it was more of lust clouding his eyes. He shot at me like a bullet pinning my arms against the wall. He quietly laid his head on my shoulder so i could feel his hot breath tickle my neck. "Answer me, why are you doing this to me?!"

"Isn't it obvious Stella," No nickname, his voice pierced through me, his face was now up an inch away from mine, "How did you ever conclude that I won't find out about your lover?"

"Why do you believe in such a lie?" I questioned trying to look deeply into his eyes. They flashed unnoticeably with doubt but quickly changed to this determined eyes that believed his point of view.

"I'm not someone you can easily play a fool for Stella,"

"I know that," I whispered meekly. For a second there, I was sure he smiled slightly when I said that. But it could've been my imagination, then again, he always liked it when I believed his strength.

"I have proof of your little scheme,"

"Show me!"

"That is none of your business," He seethed, "The point is I had a chance to get away from you before you completed whatever you needed of me,"

That one stung. Really badly. I suddenly felt the urge to break down and cry again. But no, I refused to reveal to him that I am indeed vulnerable.

"I never wanted anything of you,"

"I'm tired of your lies!"

"And I'm tired of your pointless beliefs!" I have no idea where that came from, but the comment he made a few minutes ago stabbed a deep hole in me. I had to let out that burst of anger. He growled under his breath and kissed my neck, well actually more like pierced into it in vexation.

I froze, stuck in his grip. How could he be so cruel, he dumped me and left me to rot, and now he wants to use me allover again to play around with?!

"B-Brandon…" I said breathless, he wasn't going to kiss my lips passionately like he used to on dates or at night. Instead it seemed as if he just wanted my body to play with. He placed soft kisses along my neck causing the hairs to stand up. Shivers thundered down my spine as he planted kisses across my collarbone, going lower and lower. My breath hitched in my throat from the familiar touch he gave me.

I felt so ashamed in myself for giving into him like this. I wanted him allover again, just like back then. But this time was different, very different. I wanted his love and trust, while he only wants passion and my body. There was were huge poles separating the likeness of those two needs. But one this was clear, he didn't love me.

Suddenly my phone vibrated from the small table and I could see the message clearly from my view.

When are you going to be back? - Mom

I felt reality hit me like a brick, I was Nic's mom and I'm alive to support him not give my body to this self-centred man. His grip on me had loosened and i ducked myself away, my face fiery red.

"I can't do it," I whimpered, wiping my eyes, "I can't sell myself for money!" I gazed away from him.

"Stella, I didn't mean-" He murmured soft, I stumbled a bit realising how quickly his voice had changed from frothing in anger to calm and willing. But I cut him off mid-sentence.

"Can't you see it's what you are doing!" I shrieked. He looked a little taken back, that's a surprise.

"Stella, forget about the job thing, I wasn't going to do it anyway," He sounded kind of desperate, as he wanted me to believe that, "Just meet me tomorrow?"

"No!" I shook my head, my knees trembling.

"Just one more day? That's not asking much,"

"You are asking too much!"

"Why? The fact that you cheated won't come into mind," The jerk! How dare he say that?! Can't he just realise I was telling the truth?!

"Never! I will never spend time with you! Ever!" I huffed looking at him dead in the eye, "You don't deserve my time," I spat, grabbing me purse and storming out. And here I thought he might have changed, but no! He's still that cocky egoistic jerk I loved.

Brandon's POV

I exhaled sinking back into my sofa. She has changed, a lot. Not only has she gotten more gorgeous, she has gotten more maturer, making her more attractive. She looks so, so, so innocent when she demands for answers like that. But i should know better, she's anything but innocent. Why did she have to have a lover behind my back? If she didn't want to be with me, then fine she should've just left me, there are plenty of women out there. But she had a lover as well as dated me and that's what irritates me the most. We spent countless nights together and I thought I was her only one, I should never exactly trust her until I have proof of whatever she claims is right. And right now i have all the proof I need that she has a lover.

I ran both hands through my hair in frustration. At first I thought I could force myself to move on finally, but seeing her again just makes me want her even more! Stella is the one at fault here, she was the one who had a lover, and yet, i feel so ashamed I still yearn for a back stabber like her. I won't be seeing her again, so I should schedule the flight back home for tomorrow.

I growled under my breath at her stubbornness, why can't she just come tomorrow for a lunch out so I can finally move the hell on and forget that she ever existed! I mean she's been stabbing my mind for the last 4 years, that's more than enough times that I've seen her face sketch in my mind.

Quietly I got up to fetch my phone to tell my secretary about the flight back. I staggered past the tables to my study, but I suddenly took note of something out of place. A phone. Not mine. It must be Stella's.

Curiously I grasped it up and pressed on the home screen knob, making the phone light up. On the front cover there was a child with cute brown eyes and dirty blonde hair, he looked a lot like Stella as a spitting image. I remember her telling me about a baby. My mind clicked at the memory. It was a lover's child, the exact same child that broke her and I apart.

So now Stella has a life, a child, one whom she had with another man.


Okay maybe that wasn't worth the wait, but now at least you know their feelings. We're getting somewhere. Brandon now knows Stella has a child, but he's still sticking to the whole lover belief. Jerk.