I feel like I'm taking this waaaaayyyy too fast.

If I am, please tell me.

I probably will go on hiatus for the next 4 months or so due to some school stuff, but don't worry, i'll be back soon.

Anyways, I've had so many people ask me on starting a story or how I do stories, to be honest with you. I know you have it in you. Because other wise you wouldn't be reading this story and actually understand what the hell is going on.

PIECE OF ADVICE***

If your one of those imaginative people who don't write a story because they are fretting about planning and keeping idea on tab and all that organised shit. Let me just put it out there that I do not plan. If you see my locker at school ur gonna ask me if an aftermath of a frat party is in there because it is a messy hell hole, as is my writing style. Everything is done freestyle, so don't worry about planning and stuff, if you have a problem and a solution, how you got there doesn't matter.

Okay maybe in maths it matters according to my Maths teacher. But this is fan fiction. Unleash that imagination. So go recite on that and write one hella story. :D *thumbs up*


Brandon groaned in annoyance as turning over to deflect the sun seeping through the window and killing his sleep. He had worked nights endlessly for the upcoming greenmail plan and he seriously needed his sleep or he was going to look like the walking dead during the presentation. But right now his mind was also hard at work trying to ignore the blaring ringtone off his phone. The stupid thing had been screaming from some shit since the bird had woken and he was in no mode to answer.

A few moments swam past of the annoying xylophone music and Brandon was getting agitated by the second. He just want to smash the latest edition of the Apple phone to bits, if he could find it that it. He had returned at 3 in the morning from his office and just only managed to strip himself to his boxer before falling into bed.

Growling under his breath he stuck his head under his pillow to avoid the sound. The crappy ringtone blared closely to his ear, making him realise he had left the wretched thing coincidentally under his pillow too. Fuck this.

Huffing, he grabbed the phone and muted it, tossing it onto the bedside. Which wasn't the brightest idea since it kept vibrating and rattling on the mahogany little table. He just wasn't getting sleep today.

"I'm going to fucking kill who ever woke me up!" He barked shooting upward its his poor phone clenched in his fists. Stabbing the call button he held it up to his ear preparing a sharp little snap for the person on the other end, "Why the-"

"Brandon, son, is that anyway to talk to you father?" A familiar sarcastic voice croaked from the other end. This time the brunette groaned internally. Great, the old geezer decided to call him.

"Sorry dad, I was asleep," He blurted out tiredly, as he ran his hand over his eyes to erase some sleep from it. "What did you call me for?"

"I wonder thinking about coming to check on the company's progress,"

"The company's fine dad, just stay in bed and don't worry," Brandon mumbled rolling his weary eyes in the process. Carefully he laid himself back down on his bed, rubbing the bridge of his nose waiting for the geezer to talk. Surely he was just checking to keep tabs like he always does from his death bed. Seriously, when was he gonna die?

"I know, but I haven't gotten a chance to check the tabloids" Brandon yawned quietly his eyes drooping at the sound of his fathers boring voice, he was sure he's gonna fall asleep halfway though. "so I wanted to know your your wife and family are doing," Or not.

The mere sentence made him shoot back up, eyes the size of golf balls and slapped wide awake. "M-My family?" He stammer slightly, praying he didn't sound nervous.

"Of course, I'm getting old and weak now, soon enough I'll perish, so I wanted my last sight to be of my oldest son and his family," His father raised from the other end making him run his hand anxiously through his hair. Family? He didn't even have a girlfriend at the current moment, he just broke up with her a few days back. Now the geezer wanted to see his family?! This will not end well.

"Dad, you sure that's a good idea? I think you should just stay in bed, your pretty weak already,"

"Nonsense Brandon. Your 27, surely you have a wife and child by now, we need a heir for our company you know," The old geezer chuckled making Brandon bite the inside of his cheek in thought. He's expecting a wife and a child?! "I'll fly down in two weeks after I get my last appointment, I can right my will when I arrive,"

Ah yes. The will. That stupid piece of paper that determines what stays and what goes. The problem is right now, the geezer is the head of the company. The company that Brandon worked to the bone in building up, but with the flick of his pen, the old man could make everything Brandon had worked for disappear right from his hands.

"Okay? Right. Tell my daughter-in-law I'll come to see her," He chuckled from the other end, "Hope you score a pretty one," Ha, pretty, more like non-existent.

"Sure dad," He sighed, sweat slight forming on his forehead as the geezer hung up. Brandon groaned loudly and collapsed back onto his bed, letting out a string of colourful words.

It was partly his fault too, he had promised his father he'd start a family in his twenties, but he got so caught up in work and play that he had completely forgotten the fact that he was suppose to begin a family once he inherited the company.

Now the geezer wanted to see this 'family' of his and if doesn't see a wife and child, he's gonna strip Brandon of everything he built.


Arguing wasn't going to help and right now that was the last thing that Brandon wanted in his state of worry and fret. No one dared spoke to him as all his shareholders had previously sat in the conference room staring at him pace, before he had snap them out because their mere presence was annoying him. His best friend, the only person who coincidentally dared to stay behind, the blonde with all the answers as if he's the wise old turtle just sat there on the desk chair, stumped and quiet.

"What am suppose to do?! He'll be here in a months time!" Brandon huffed, pacing continuously around the room as if a invisible chain is pinned to his foot stopping his from going further than two metres and back.

"Yeah, not to mention the fact that he expects you to be married with kids," Sky, his blonde, blue eyed best friend murmured quietly. His brain racking for ideas to prevent his friend from falling into a hole he probably won't be able to get out of. "I doubt you can get married and make a child in two weeks,"

"Yeah no kidding," The brunette snapped bitterly, his hair was disheveled and messy mimicking the state of his mind right now. "Ugh, the old geezer can't just sit on his death bed and mind his own business can he?"

"Well, DeCaro Hotels is his company, it naturally that he would check on it's progress," Sky shrugged nonchalantly. "If you had a son who took your company, you'd do the same,"

"The fact that I don't have one is the key point here, or a wife," He hissed, nothing was giving assistance in soothing his problem.

"Well if you hadn't been such a stuck up player then you would've married someone and started a real family ages ago!"

"Sky your not helping!" Brandon sighed, slumping down in the nearest chair opposite to his best friend. exhaling out another idealess sigh he buried his head in his hands, "He can take everything away from me with just the scribble of his pencil on his damn will. Urgh. I worked so hard to build this company to the most successful point so I'm not about to let it seep through my hands like that!"

"Yeah but, how are you going to find yourself a fake family to make him believe you've actually gotten married, plus you should have kids by now mate,"

Brandon grimaced and huffed out a contained breath. It was the most shallowest idea right now, but it's the only one too. He just had to find a woman willing to pretend to be his lover for a few weeks, Sure there were many of them jumping at the proposal to be his fake wife but he needed a decent, strong-willed woman who was going to please the old geezer and be smart enough to keep her act up.

Sadly there weren't many of those.

"Say, why didn't you actually get married?" Sky pondered for a moment going completely off topic which in this case irritated Brandon a little. He didn't like it when people went off the main idea.

"I like my bachelorhood and that's that,"

"Yeah and look where it got you,"

Brandon gritted his teeth as his brain racked itself. He wouldn't hurt Sky by any chance but surely he can do something to shut that smart mouth up. "Look are you gonna help or not?"

"I am, geez, don't get your briefs in a twist," Sky chuckled smiling at his friend, "Look, how about getting one of your past relationships to do the job?"

"Yeah, like which one?" Brandon rolled his eyes sarcastically. All the women he's dated was just for fun. Either he had seen her have a good curve or long perfect legs. None of them actually had the brains to fool the old geezer without being told what to do by Brandon earlier. He needed someone to act on instinct, like a real wife would.

"Who was the last one? The black haired one you dated last month?"

"No it was the brunette and it wasn't last month, it was yesterday,"

Sky broke out into laughter to the point of tears completely ignoring Brandon's scowls, "This is hopeless, your never gonna find the perfect girl,"

"I'm not giving up though. Fuck am I gonna give up my hard work to some shit head who isn't even related to the DeCaro bloodline," Brandon huffed leaning back on his chair. "I just need to find a woman to do this correctly,"

"Yeah, a woman…not a slut,"


Stella's POV

Possibly for the past week or two I can't stop thinking about him. When and only when I was trying to move on, he decides to parade into my life and ruin it. It's been 4 freaking years, why did he get the urge to see me now? Unpredictable, I tell you.

But seeing his smile. Not his conceited jerk smirk, but his genuine, warm smile makes me realised how I hard I had fallen for him.

It wasn't a shallow love solely based on his flawless appearance and status, I had fallen for much more than the outside. I fell for that egoistic persona, the way he focuses on task without distractions and failures, how he hates people doing anything other than what their suppose to, how he easily gets jealous when someone so much as talks to me and how dominant and unique he was.

I truly loved him.

Loved

That's all in the past now. I don't love him anymore. Instead,

I truly hate him…

"Stella, hello. Answer me woman!"

I shook my head and broke from my trance and smiled innocently at the brunette towering above me with a disapproving look. "Your always getting side tracked today, what's wrong?" Carly questioned kneeling down beside me and marking a few boxes to assist me a little.

"No, it's just, I left my son with possibly the worst babysitter," I chuckled thinking over to a different topic. This one on how he reassured me he's take care of Nic.

"Oh my god, why?"

"No, no. He's my best friend, but I'm afraid he's going to spoil Nic rather than looking after him," I smiled remembering the last time I had left Nicholas with Luc. The house was absolutely trashed and the amount of junk food in my fridge could last us the entire year.

"Your son is so cute," Carly gushed squeezing her own cheeks. "But I never actually got the chance to ask him what happened to his father?" I froze and sighed. Another lie.

"I- he…he died a few months after Nic was born," I shurgged, looking away.

"Aww Stella, you poor thing," Carly sighed taking my hands in hers. I didn't need to fake the tears, when I think about Brandon and I's break up and all the torture I went through, the tears automatically flow. "Sh, it's okay. I'm sure he's some place happy," Yeah, Brandon had always been happy, at least I know the man I loved isn't in any harm.

"Yeah, I want him to be happy," I whispered sipping me tears knowing I was actually meaning Brandon. Even though I hate him from the deepest darkest part of my soul, I still want him to be happy.

"And you should be as well, you need another man in your life to help you move on, to make you happy again," She suggested piling up the boxes after checking the stock quality, "Nic should have a father figure or it might burden him,"

Deep down I knew she was speaking only the truth. Right now, Nic doesn't mind, but in his later years it could burden him that he doesn't have a father. I didn't want him to have anything less than every other little boy has, it kind of hurts me that because of my bumpy relationship with Brandon, that Nic ended up this way. I'm a terrible mother.

"Stella," Carly nudged me softly,"Sorry if I said something wrong," She smiled at me sympathetically and I shook my head, chuckling through a few more tears.

"Your right Carly," I murmured staring at my empty ring finger, "It's time I actually found myself a man," I smiled feebly at her, "Nic needs a father and I intend to get him one,"

"I could totally help you with that. I know some guys you might like," She declared going all hyper. Carly was only in her early 20's, so high school things still stuck to her. I laughed and nodded giving her my permission.

"So any ideas on how your gonna find me a man?" I questioned. I was hoping maybe a decent little party, or speed dating, the gym, a nice little place.

"You and I could totally hit the club," Club? What?!

"Carly," I warned her playfully, a small smile on my lips, "I am a mother, I'm not doing anything of the sort,"

"Yeah, I figured, but you can always leave Nic with your best friend, It's just one night Stell, loosen up and have some fun,"

"No,"

"Come on, think about it,"

"It's a no,"

"Think of all those delish men lining up for you,"

"I'd rather not,"

"Pleeeeaaasseee!"

"No No, I can't leave Nic,"

"You always leave him for work," She argued giving me puppy eyes.

"That's with my mother and it's for work,"

"Same ish, your gonna find someone to make you happy,"

"In a club! With strippers, and alcohol!"

"You don't have to have any of that! I'm sure you've been in a club before,"

"I have, but that was when I was single,"

"Please Stella?"

"Nuh uh, I'm a responsible mom and I am not leaving my baby boy while I got out and have fun,"

But deep down, I knew at some point she was going to convince me one way or another.


Yeah, no, Yup, I based this off several manga books I enjoys a few years ago, the manga idea come as far as chapter 5 or 6, from then on everything is my ideas. I'm like that, the start is sorry based then everything else is solely based off of my brain. XD