Hi guys, To everyone who's thinking that I've abandoned this story...I haven't. I had initially planned on updating this story first in June and then my mafia story in July, but there has been a slight change in plans. As you know, inspiration ins't susceptible to a timetable and even brfore June hit, I knew that the story I wanted to continue with first was the mafia one: Taming the Mafia King (which...if you haven't read, please do, I promise you won't be disappointed). So the update schedule has changed and this book will be uploaded from next month and finished in the next month as well...hopefully. My mafia story, I do plan on finishing up this month. So please have patience and bear with me. New updates will be coming soon with a lot more exciting stuff happening because there's still a lot of story to tell. Also, please do leave your valuable reviews. It doesn't matter if you want to give me a positive or negative review, but reviews help a writer grow and understand what

Chapter 50: Family Dinner Faith’s P.O.V “You’re being awfully quiet.” I muttered, looking at Debby from under my lashes as we waited in the parking lot of the restaurant where we were supposed to meet Debby’s mom for dinner. “Am I?” Debby looked like she was forcing a smile for my sake. “Sorry, I must have been distracted.” “Debby…be honest with me?” I sighed, turning to look at her from the passenger’s seat. “You’re not happy about me and Brandon, are you?” “No…no, it’s not that!” She shook her head immediately, but I knew she was lying. “You’ve been quiet the entire ride and I know you’re lying because you haven’t been meeting my eye even as we talk.” I listed off the points I had noticed. “I thought it through, Debby…and I want to give this a try…I really do.” “Look, Faith,” finally, she turned to meet my eyes, but hers were filled with worry. “I am happy for the two of you, especially Brandon. His life had been filled with ups and downs and god only knows how many hardships!

Chapter 52: Home Sweet HomeFaith’s P.O.VTwo days later, Bass drove Brandon back to his apartment while I sat next to him in the car; all the windows tinted black so that no one would know who was inside, even though it was six in the evening.Brandon was able to walk without the help of crutches, but the plaster stayed on and he did need support to walk from time to time, but for the most part, he had recovered a lot.The skin that had been singed off his arm was now a light pink, sometimes red, and as per the doctors, it’ll take a couple weeks before it returns to its original color, but they had promised it wouldn’t scar as long as he followed their instructions to the T.As a model, I could only hope that he wasn’t left with any scars that could cause problems for his career. From what I’ve heard via Debby, his father had ordered his scheduled to be cleared for the next four month

Chapter 54: Sleep-OverFaith’s P.O.VBrandon’s lips came down on me a second later, frying my brain and overwhelming all my senses.I made a sound at the back of my throat that I didn’t even recognize and Brandon’s hands cupped my cheeks, deepening the kiss. His tongue ran over my bottom lip, before he sucked it into his mouth and let go with a hot, wet sound that made a shiver run down my spine.He made his way down my neck and I took the opportunity to gasp in some much needed air that my lungs were deprived of.“Brandon…” I gasped, my hands going to his hair to tangle with the cool, damp strands. “Stop.”I had to say it, even though I didn’t want to. But Brandon complied immediately, his lips stopping on the side of my neck as he pulled back to look at my face. His own breathing was more than a little ragged as he placed his hands on my waist, h

Chapter 56: The Replacement RingFaith’s P.O.VThe feeling of someone’s fingers tracing my skin was the first thing that woke me up…the second being the soft kiss they planted to the base of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.“Morning.” Brandon’s voice was husky, rough…and it brushed against my senses in all the right ways.Groggily, I opened my eyes to his room, the curtains all closed up to prevent even a single ray of light from entering his room. “Is it morning already?” I asked him sleepily, my voice all but a hoarse whisper.The room was still dark, even though there was some light that perforated the curtains, allowing me to see the contents of the room. The vanity was on the other side of the room and the wardrobe right next to it. I think the color scheme was blue, but with the lights down so low, I couldn’t really tell if it was actually a dark green or blue.“Ummhmmm…” Brandon made a rumbling sound in his chest, that I felt throughout my body since his chest was press