Yeah, just a heads up. I haven't re-read. So if your going to insult about the terrible grammar, I'd appreciate if you freaking find yourself a story without mistakes for your conceited little asses.
I'm just kidding. ;) 😊😆
But seriously though, I find a few things amusing about rude anonymous reviewers. 1. They don't the guts to have an actual account and 2. usually they can't write for shit themselves. So fix yourselves up before you try to fix others. *sassy Z-shaped click of fingers* Freaking pot calling the kettle black.
But just to put it out there, everyone loves consturctive crtitisism, so feel free to flood my review page with those. ;)
I hummed an made-up little tune as I shuffled alone the kitchen, making Nic his and my own breakfast. Gingerly I poured a decent amount of battery mix into the pan, letting it bubble before flipping it over.
Nic sat on the dinner table located in the kitchen watching me as I made the pancakes for him. I droned my little jungle as I scooped up the popular breakfast food, placing it on Nic's plate. "Careful honey, It's hot, I warned him placing the frying pan back on the stove before drizzling a bit of maple syrup onto Nic's pancake.
I grabbed my own plate and sat in front of him, placing a pancake for myself in the pool of maple syrup. Out of habit I checked the time just to make sure I wasn't late for work. 8:00 AM. I got an hour, not bad.
I had drop Nic at Luca's place so I should leave a little extra early so I don't waste minutes to get to work.
Before I got a chance to devour down my pancake however, my damned phone started ringing from all the in the lounge. I sighed heavily before walking to the living room to retrieve it. An unfamiliar number flashed from the screen, and I stared at it dumbfounded. Did I give anyone my number?
Biting my lip I stared down at it, a little worried and baffled at who would call at this hour? Especially on an unknown number. The familiar jingle to my phone ceased after blaring for a few good moments.
Wrong number I guess.
Before i got a chance to even look away the same number flashed on my screen as a message.
'Call me already!' -BD
BD.
I knew those initial anywhere. They were pretty original since they only came in that cursive little font I got gotten used to seeing on my text messages.
Brandon Decaro.
What could he possibly want?
Being the idiot I am, I just had to ring him up. Remind me to kick myself for that later. "Hello?" I whispered cautiously.
"Hey Cara," His deep husky voice mused from the other end. If he hadn't dumped me all those years ago, I think I might've swooned. "'Bout time you picked up,"
I rolled my eyes at him "Why are you calling me?"
"Why? Can't I call the woman who broke my heart?" He tittered to himself with such dull humour it fazed me that this could be the same man I loved. Almost.
"Cut to the chase Brandon, I have work," I told him flatly pretending his comment had no effect. But the worst part of it was, it did.
"Look, I need you to meet me at the coffee shop by the lake today," He blurted out all in one breath, baffling me to fullest.
"Huh?" Was my oh so smart answer.
"So get there," He demanded like the dominant egoist he is. Not even a little 'please' or polite language was laced. Just flat out instructions.
"Are you kidding me? I just told you I have work," I denied, using an excuse just to not see him.
"That's not my problem, hurry up and meet me there, now!" Brandon snapped desperately. I rolled my eyes dismissing his arrogant behaviour since he doesn't get any nicer than that language.
"You can't just ring me up out of the blues and bark orders at me!" I told him firmly, obviously the tension was getting to me. I could tell he needed me for something by the tone of his voice, but why now, why in the morning when I have work?! And what for anyways?
There was a long pregnant silence from in between the line before a deep controlled sigh was release, "Your right, let me reword that. Please meet me at the cafe, right now," He didn't sound at all too sincerely on the 'please' but being polite was one of Brandon peeves since he never manages to accomplish it.
"Brandon, I have work,"
"Stella I only have a fucking week to get this done, hurry up and get there!…PLEASE!" He growled, finally realising I wasn't coming that easily. Plus he was using my name so it meant he's gone into serious DeCaro mode, god I hate when he does that. "Come there, now,"
And here I was rather unsurprised through the line, so I did the most dumbest thing that will only piss him off further.
I rolled my eyes and hung up.
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Carefully I removed the out of place light pink blouse from the dress section and hung it on my arm, moving around to see if there were any other amiss clothing people had carelessly left on other racks.
It was nearly time for my break so all I had to do was simply organise the store a little bit then I'm free to have my lunch. God and it was the most easiest thing this shop has on jobs, all I had to do was find the misplaced clothes and re-shelf them. Simple.
I had momentarily left Nic at Luc's ranch for the morning. Ruby, his favourite dog was with him and bound to keep him entertained, though Luc was to run a few errands later on the day, his brother Jake was to keep an eye on Nic since he was home.
"So, how was it with that blonde guy the other night?" Carly mused sneakily leaning against the billing counter. She was running the paying shift today, so it'll keep her out of my hair for the day. Thank god for that.
"Carly, he was one of my old friends," I murmured hanging the pink blouse back on it's rightful place with all the other similar ones. Unfortunately that section was right near the counter so I had to bear with Carly for a few seconds.
"Darn! So you didn't get some?" She questioned making me rolled my eyes playfully as I whirled myself around, ignoring all her protest and questions as I walked back to the staff room located at the back of the store.
It was empty by the time I slipped in and found the little rack that was assigned under my name where I have left my bag, a spare change of clothes and a few other necessities throughout a day at work. Grabbing out the quick sandwich I had prepared for the day, I dawdled into the staff room and occupied myself into an empty seat.
The room was pretty bare because most people had already scarfed down their meals and gotten on to work. Whereas I am forced to do extra little task to push my break a few more minutes less. Resting my elbows on the desk I stared at the sandwich in my grasp, taking small bites just to kill time.
I wonder how Nic is doing right now with his favourite uncle. I smiled at the thought, Luc and Nic make the most troublesome duo out there, but whatever happens, I want Luc to be in Nic future. I owe Luc that much for all the help he's given me, I don't know how I would've pulled through without him. If he hadn't forced me back to Sydney I still would've stayed in New York and lead a rough, aimless life, or none at all.
"Hey Stella, it's okay," He whispered quietly, his voice a little blurry though the phone line but it still comforted me.
"I can't do this Luc, I'm so ashamed of myself," I cried out louder as I clutched the phone to my ear. This morning I had involuntarily gone to Brandon's villa in Manhattan, only to find out he had moved on quicker than flower wilt. He had forgotten me, just like that. As if all that passion or love meant nothing to him.
"No, Stella, don't say that," He encouraged me softly, his voice filled with determination.
"How could i not? The love of my life had moved on after misunderstanding that the child in me isn't his!" I shook my head, fresh batched of tears rippling down my cheeks as I sobbed harder. "My parents are going to be so ashamed of me. I'm 22 Luc, I don't even know what to do with this child!"
"Hey, no, don't think of any of that. Don't think about your losses Stella. Think about the fact that you have a fragile being growing in you, a child, such a precious gift,"
I stayed quiet rethinking the fact over as I wiped off the tears staining my red cheeks.
"I can't believe he'd move on so quickly," I choked up, my heart aching at that fact.
"Don't cry Stella, it won't be good for the baby." I nodded even if he couldn't see me as I wiped off more tears, "You don't need him, Stella. You have a child, a baby born out of love, how amazing is that,"
I smiled weakly at his words as my hand automatically rubbed my bumped stomach. There was a baby inside me. A child born out of our love. Brandon and I's. Whatever happens I will love and raise this child with everything I have.
"What do I do now Luc?"
"I'll buy you a ticket so you could come home to Sydney, we'll raise your child together Stella, there's nothing to worry about," At that moment, I wanted hug Luc tight, showing my appreciation for him being there.
"Thanks, Luc, I love you,"
"I love you too Stell-Bell,"
That's right, there's nothing to worry about.
I will get through this.
My thoughts flicked off as soon as a string of heavy commotion erupted in the staff room. What the heck? Woman everywhere in the room were looking awe-struck at one thing in particular, besides woman, even the men who work here was shocked.
My eyes followed their gazes, my own eyes widening at the person at the doorframe of the staff room. Dressed in a pair of faded jeans and skin tight plain top, my ex-boyfriend happens to be in my freaking work place.
Oh Brandon, why?
His eyes racked each and everyone in the room before panning over and catching site of my shrinking figure. Kill me.
"Sir your not allow in the staff-" Before my manager could squeak a word out, long heavy strides of footsteps echoed in the silent room as I could feel Brandon's figure storming over to me. Even so I refused to look at him until he was towering directly over me.
"You were suppose to meet me at the cafe 4 hours ago," His nevertheless smooth voice grounded out above me as i still refused to look him in the eyes. I could hear some women whispering about how I turned down such a 'beautiful' man. God he's a beast if you ask me. "Stella!" He snapped and the entire room jumped along with myself.
Wasting no time he reached out and grabbed my wrist in a death grip before forcefully yanking me out of my seat. "What are you-"
"I'm taking her with me, say anything and I will have your careers go skyrocket," He announced out gruffly. Not a single person said anything at all. Just watched blankly as he continued dragging me out against my will.
"Brandon!" I growled trying to escape his death grip as he tugged me all the way outside.
"What?" He demanded looking rather annoyed as he kept walking on the sidewalk to wherever he plans on taking me.
"Let me go," I gritted out, twisting my arms in his cuffed hand trying to free myself. A small playful smile made it's way to his lips as he chuckled dryly.
"This is what you get for disobeying me,"
"Your not the boss of me!"
"Don't test my patience Cara," he squeezed my wrist, making me wince at the tight contact. "You've pissed me off enough already," He replied flatly hauling me down to the small cafe a few block away from my workplace.
I'd usually come here if i forgot to pack lunch, there hot cross buns here were top notch! Bur right now all I was worried about was why the hell this man wants me.
People who were sitting in the umbrella shaded tables outsides were throwing weird looks in our direction as Brandon continued to drag me to an unoccupied table, shoving me down in the chair opposite to the one he was going to take.
"What's your problem?!" I snapped, glaring at him as he plainly took a seat, calling for two coffees. There was a small silent wait before he cleared his throat having the look of mental debate before speaking up.
"I need your help,"
"You need my help?"
"Yes" He said, leaning against the table as his elbows rested on it.
"With what?"
"I'm hoping Sky told you about my problem," He stared off, traveling his fingers together. I nodded at the statement as he continued on, "The plan is to find a girl who can act like my wife for a few months so my father doesn't take away everything I worked on,"
"There are plenty of women out there willing to do that job,"
"True, but none of them can act and behave like a real wife can,"
"What are you suggesting?"
"I need you to pretending to be my wife Cara," And cue the choking of spit.
"Say what?!" I demanded as the waiter strolled over with the coffees. "If your forgetting Brandon, I am a mother,"
"Yeah, that's the bonus, you also have a son who can take the role of being my son," I froze at the idea. He doesn't need to pretend. He is your son.
"No, I'm not doing it,"
"I haven't told you my part of the deal yet!" He sighed as I crossed my arms and sat back, "Look, I happen to know your son is suppose to start kinder this year but you didn't have the money for that,"
I swear he stalks me.
"And he's suppose to go to school next years because he's almost 4 years old in 2 months,"
"Quit stalking me!" I murmured happily as a smirk made its way to his lips.
"Look, deal is, I have the money that could provide Nic a high position in Manhattans leading school. I'll provide all the school needs as well. Think about it, He'll have the best education money can buy, Isn't that what you want?"
He knows. He knows what I'm lacking and he's using that against me. I should've know he did't just earn title as the most powerful business man out there for nothing. More than anything do I want Nic to learn and grow up with the best…
"So are you in?"
…But I do whatever it takes to give him his education myself. I need to to associate with Brandon with anything for my son!
"Never…"
Ha, so she disagrees. I found it rather unoriginal if she agreed to his arrogant ways.
Hugs and Knives,
StarStyleSunshine 💋
