Alex's POV; Amos got discharged today, and I'm happy to help. He got a nurse though, but I have decided to stay at his place to help him fully recover. I still feel bad about the fact that Damon put him in his current condition, and that too, because of me. I can't leave him like this. I fear that his condition is worse than he makes it appear. He didn't let me know what the doctor said had happened to him, and there's no way on earth the doctor will tell me what his patient has asked him to conceal. The fact that he still has a bandage around his face, and still can't make some oral movement without grunting in pain, also makes me scared. He constantly feels head pain, is still limping, and a few more little but worry some issues. "I don't see why you have to be here, Alex. "He says as I help him into his bedroom. "There's already a nurse here. "He

Alex's POV; I've been very busy the last few days, and my work as a designer has only been bringing more to my plate. Right now, I'm on my way to a deport spot, to get the fabrics that were delivered for me. I never thought much of getting an assistant to help me with my work, as I was not yet that big in the fashion industry, and I wasn't doing enough to need a P.A However, after joining Amos's fashion house, things have taken a sharp turn in the opposite direction. I'm either running from one official meeting to the other, picking up my personal fabrics and materials, getting my designs done, helping the company with its new fashion line, hanging out with the girls, taking care of Amos, and dealing with my divorce issue. To be honest, it does bother me that Damon hasn't called, or bumped into me in the past few days. What if he's moved on? What if Ava is doing much more than sitting idle? What if I'm underestimating her, and she's keeping up with th

Damon's POV; I'm driving Alex back to her house in the silence is my car. She's very shaken by what happened a few minutes ago, she's covered with my jacket, and is just staring silently at the road. The cops gave her permission to go home after they assigned someone to fix and drive her car back to her house. I pull up before her house, and she looks up at me. The emotions in her eyes mixed and jumbled. There used to be times when I could see through her like clean water. But now, I have not the slightest clue what's going on in her mind. "Thank you. "She says to me before getting out of the car and leaving my jacket on the chair. I look down at the jacket in dissatisfaction. I somehow, for some reason, was hoping she'd take it with her. I don't know why, and I have no candid reason or explanation. I just wanted her to take it. I stare at her as she slowly makes her

Alex's POV; I grunt as I open my eyes to the bright shine of sunlight in the room I'm in. I've been bunking at Amos's place for the past few weeks, hoping he'd get better. We've been going for checkups, and his wounds have healed up pretty nicely. However, he's still limping and complains of constant headaches which the doctor told me would go away soon. I open my eyes and my vision lands on the beautiful ceiling of the guest room I'm in. My brain notes the sound of my phone ringing, and I realize, that's what woke me up. I grunt lazily again before running my fingers over my eyes and picking up the cellphone. I squint my eyes to help them adjust to the brightness of my phone's screen. Once my eyes and phone screen make peace with each other, I see it's Audrey's caller ID. "Hello? "I call into the phone on picking the call. " Alex? "Audrey's worried voice calls, and my forehead creases. " Yeah? "I reply. Wondering what could po

Sia's POV; I am busily typing away at my computer when I pause to read what I have written so far. I smile at the loving manner in which the male lead of my story confessed his love to the female lead. I blush heavily for her and give a warm smile at how happy she is going to be. I dump my back against the backrest of the chair I'm on, as I look outside my window. Just then, two people, I presume to be a couple, walk by, holding hands. I'm staring from my room's window, which is upstairs. So, they don't know that someone is spying on them from above. I watch the lady laugh at the things the man is saying, and I smile again. "Isn't it funny? "I question my ginger cat, as I stare back at my computer. It is funny... It's funny how in all my books... Most of them actually, I make my characters find love and find the ones who will spend and share their happily ever after forever with them. Whereas, I, the writer have never felt the love of someone