LOGINFerguson’s POVI was in front of her door and had raised my hand half-before I knew I had come to knock."Come in," she said.I crept the door ajar. She stood before the window, hair at her back, light upon her face out of the lamp."Couldn't sleep?" I asked.With a small smile that pulled up her lips she turned. "Could say the same for you."I intervened and shut the door behind me. "I wasn't planning to."Her brows lifted. “Are you going to come haunt my room now?”"Maybe." I came up, put my arms around behind her and leaned my chin on her shoulder. “Missed you.”Her breath caught. “You literally saw me an hour ago.”“An hour’s too long.”She tried not to laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”“Am I?” I murmured against her neck.She turned slightly, eyes narrowing. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”“Do I?”I kissed her, before she could say a word, slow and deep and everything that I had been holding myself in too long. She stood still half a second and then dissolved against me, her fing
Stella’s POVThis idiotic smile has been stuck on Megan's face since Ferguson appeared. She did not even take the trouble of covering it up.“So,” she said, with her arms crossed, “is he really staying over?”I rolled my eyes. “He only needs to bathe Megan. Don't start."“Oh, I already began,” she smirked. “And in what part is he freshening up? I know for sure it can't be my room.”“There's a guest room that we had no idea about and technically, it's his condo we are staying in.”Megan burst out laughing. “A secret guest room? Oh, please. That man could find an escape hatch in a shoebox.”I endeavoured not to laugh, but she was too difficult to pass by. "You're unbelievable."She became bent forward with a gleaming eye. “Then when I come tomorrow and you have messy hair and your neck is full of…”"Megan!" I groaned."What? Just saying that, if you two think of ‘talking things through,’ then don't you dare forget about protection.”I threw a pillow at her. “Get out!”She dodged it easi
Stella’s POVThe wall clock was striking more loudly than it usually did or I thought it might be my nerves. Every sound made me jump. My heart was racing at every vibration of my phone.He should've called by now.Megan was already rolling her eyes at least ten times.“Stella,” she said from the couch, her voice dry, “if you stare at that phone any harder, it’s going to combust.”“He said he’d call,” I muttered. “He always calls.”“He had just left the hospital,” she said, taking a drink out of her mug. “Or, maybe, he is just sleeping or, I do not know, eating something that's not caffeine.”I scowled, as I moved about the tiny room between the sofa and the kitchen bench. "Something's off."Megan groaned. “Every time he does not reply within five minutes, you say that.”“Because each time I do not listen to my gut I know something is wrong.”She raised a brow. "You're not psychic, babe. You're just paranoid."“I am not paranoid,” I said again, taking up my phone. “I’m just… concerned
Ferguson’s POVI banged the car door behind and fired the engine, the low rumble of which was not soothing me at all. I still heard my father saying that. Each of my talks with him always ended that way of me walking out before I did anything I could not undo.The Bluetooth beeped and the name of Jonathan appeared on the dashboard. Perfect timing.“Tell me you didn’t kill him,” Jonathan’s voice came through, half-joking, half-wary.“Not yet,” I muttered.“Ah, progress.”“I told him to stay out of Stella’s life,” I said, gripping the wheel tighter. “He’s been meeting with Claudia’s father behind my back. Trying to tie up deals like I’m some pawn in their business games.”“That old bastard never quits,” Jonathan said. “What did he say?”“The usual. That I’m ruining the family name. That Stella’s beneath me. That love doesn’t pay bills.”“Typical Alonso speech.”“Yeah,” I said under my breath. “Except this time, I didn’t let him finish. I told him I’d deal with him if he ever came near h
Ferguson’s POVThe following morning was too early. The nurse was in and out since sunrise, she was running through discharge papers and telling me to take it easy now and then over a few days. I gave her a nod on all that she said, when my head was elsewhere completely.Stella slept half awake on the couch in my room, her hair falling down her shoulder, her lips parted a little, as she breathed. She'd stayed all night. Even when I asked her to go to sleep she had refused to do so.When she stirred, I straightened up quickly, pretending to read through the discharge forms.Then a silence, a deep and pleasant silence. I felt like saying something, telling her that I did not want to leave her alone for a moment, and I also understood that there were some matters that I was to consider first.I cleared my throat. “I will have the chauffeur take you back home. I have business I have got to attend to.”Her smile faded a little. "Work?"I hesitated, then nodded. "Something like that."She c
Stella’s POVMegan stayed longer than she intended, fussing over me, fussing over Ferguson, then fussing at Jonathan before finally declaring she’d “seen enough drama for a lifetime.”“Alright, I’m heading out before one of you faints again,” she said, standing and grabbing her purse.“You’re not even going to wait until he gets discharged?” I asked.She pointed at Ferguson. “He’s breathing, talking, and already making eyes at you. My job here is done.”Jonathan, leaning on the doorframe, grinned. “You sure? I could use a witness when these two start…”Megan threw her purse strap over her shoulder. “Finish that sentence and I’ll throw my shoe at you. Didn't you just leave a few minutes ago?”Jonathan laughed. “See? My type.”“Goodbye, Jonathan,” Megan and I said in unison.He winked. “You two take care. And Ferg… try not to crash again unless it’s into her arms next time.”I groaned while Ferguson smirked. “Out,” he said, jerking his chin toward the door.“Going, going,” Jonathan said







