Chapt. 30

4 years later

"Princess, it's okay. I'm here now."

~•~

"You look beautiful."

~•~

"Cupcake...of course you deserve life. You're the kindest person ever with a heart of gold. You're many things and that's what makes you who you are. It's not your fault he died. It's the drunk driver's fault. You didn't kill him alright. Please I can't bear seeing you like this. It hurts me to see you like this. I'm sorry for everything."

~•~

I jolt up awake from that weird dream. My face is drenched in tears. Why? I have no idea.

Who the hell was that?

I shook my head in attempt to get rid of the thoughts.

Lately, I've been getting these weird dreams about a guy. I can't see his face. But I can tell he's a guy cause of his voice.

For some reason it's very comforting and everytime I get these dreams I wake up with teary eyes.

I finally have a little motivation to get out of bed.

I walk to the huge glass window near my bed.

I live in a condo in New York.

I became a song writer. It has always been my dream to become one.

At least I think so. I lost my memories when I was 18 due to a surgery to cure my brain cancer.

I sigh and go to the kitchen.

I look through my fridge and it's quite empty except for a piece of chocolate fudge cake leftover from my birthday last week.

I guess that would do for breakfast. I'm just gonna go to the grocery store later.

I sit down on the floor at the balcony with my phone next to me. I stare at my phone.

Should I call them?

I haven't seen my besties and family since 5 months. I miss them.

I sigh and shake my head.

I take my phone and play my Spotify list. My newest song 'skyscraper' comes on and I hum to it.

No I'm not a singer. I'm a songwriter. I've always wanted to be a singer but I just didn't have the courage. I have anxiety.

I'm scared of making a fool of myself, making the smallest mistake or being judged.

Yes I know it's stupid. So what? Everyone gets judged.

But it's hard not everyone understands.

Anyway, after this I have work. I can come by anytime I want.

I felt a sudden urge to want to go to work. I felt like something good but bad is going to happen today.

I get up and put my plate of cake in the dishwasher and got ready for work.

-•-

After taking a shower, I smelled like strawberries. God do I love strawberries.

I went to my closet and take out something suitable for work but still cute. What? I'm only 22.

I curled my hair into waves and did natural makeup. My outfit consisted of a striped blue and white button up shirt with a high waist dark blue skirt. Then I put on black high heels that has straps on it.

I looked at myself one more time in my body length mirror and walked out after locking everything.

I went to the v.i.p car park section and unlocked my baby.

Isn't he a hottie?

I would have used my bike but I'm going to work with a skirt sooooooo. Not an option.

I turn the radio on and dance to the songs while driving. I'm so thankful to have tinted windows.

The guy on the radio starts talking and I groan because I want songs.

"News is, famous model slash singer Damien De Ville just arrived in New York today for a shoot. There are a bunch of photos of him seen in the airport early this morning. Check it out on our website or instagram page. Next up, 7 rings."

Damien De Ville? Where have I heard that name before? Well he's famous so probably from someone.

The traffic light turned red and I stopped.

"You're the best girlfriend ever!"

I open my eyes.

What was that?

Who was that?

I shook my head and the light turned green.

-•-

After about 5 more minutes, I finally arrived at the building.

Starlight Entertainment.

One of the biggest entertainment companies in the world.

I was lucky to land a job here.

I walked in and received a lot of greetings from my co-workers and workers in the company. Some I don't even know.

I checked the information board for any news but all that was there are some job applies and the list of

The hottest workers (women) of Starlight Entertainment;

1. Elena Ella Garcia.

2. Brianna Haven

3. Leah Carson

4. Cammilia George

5. Graciela Goodwin

I rolled my eyes at the list. That is so not important yet a lot of girls are dying to be in that list.

This was all my perverted co-worker's idea. William Jackson.

I cringed at his name.

I walked in to my office and made myself comfortable before doing whatever I want since my last assignment was done. I don't have a boss because I am the boss of myself. Except for our hot ceo.

"Elena Garcia please report yourself to the CEO's office immediately." The lady on the intercom announces. Speaking of the hottie....

I make my way to the elevator and enter when the elevator reaches my floor.

Sadly, the said perverted man molester was in that elevator.

I gave him a fake smile and he smirked at me.

I thought the smirking phase ends in high school.

Boys. I mentally roll my eyes.

"Hey Eleanor." He says.

"My name is not Eleanor it's Elena." I say through gritted teeth. I hate it when people get my name wrong.

"I know but Eleanora makes you hotter." Again I mentally roll my eyes. I gave him a fake chuckle.

Finally, I reached the 17th floor which is my CEO's office floor.

I greet the secretary and she opens the door for me.

When I walk in there is a guy and Mr. Ryder, the ceo, sitting in the room chatting together.

They didn't notice me until I cleared my throat and they both looked at me.

"Oh my favourite worker! Come!" He ushers me to sit on the seat in front of him at the side.

I smile and the guy looked at me with wide eyes.

I got to admit he is really hot. Not to mention familiar. Where have I seen him before?

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Damien's PoV

"You're cute when you blush." I smirk. She elbows me hard in my ribs and I grunt. What does this woman eat?

"Oh so you like it aggressive huh? Kinky." She blushes an even deeper red.

"Is everything you say kinky?" She chuckles.

"Only for you, Ella. Only for you." I smirks.

"I am honoured." She says playfully. Putting her hand on her heart and biting her soft lips to hide her smile.

-•-

"Baby, we're here." I am awoken by my girlfriend.

Then I thought back to my dream.

It's been 4 years since she died. I miss her so fucking much and I wish things didn't end like that. I wish it didn't end at all.

It was the day after graduation and Ashton called me saying she was speeding down a road near a cliff and it was raining so her car slipped and crashed off the cliff. They couldn't find her body. They only found her car. We didn't have a proper funeral. It was just a dinner with all her family and family friends.

"Babe?" Ashley said.

"Yeah I'm coming give me a minute would ya?" I said a little too harsh.

"Whatever."

Soon, we were walking down the stairs from my private jet. There were cameras flashing everywhere. I put on my shades and ignored them. I walked to the entrance of the airport with Ashley where my limosine was waiting for me.

"Hello Mr. De Ville. It's been a long time haven't it?" Edward, my driver when I was in in New York for 2 years said looking at me through the rear view mirror.

"Yes it has been. What time is my meeting with Mr. Ryder today Edward?" I ask.

"At about 12.30." He answers.

"Alright. Send me to the hotel first. Then pick me up and send me to Star Entertainment." I say.

"Yes sir."

"Baby, we have a dinner reservation at the place we'll be staying tonight. Your family will be there. It's your birthday after all. I have the best present for you." She says.

"Whatever." I grunt. The only person I want to see for my birthday is my Ellie. But that's impossible. Besides I don't care about my birthday anyway.

Ashley, acts like the perfect daughter. A role model. But she's actually just a sneaky little snake called a slut.

The only reason I'm dating her is because of my manager. He says it's for 'publicity'. Publicity my ass. I was doing way better without her.

My family has met her before. I couldn't tell whether they liked her or not though.

"How far is the hotel?" I ask Edward.

"About 20 minutes, sir." He says and I nod.

I close my eyes and think about her. These past few days all I can think about is her.

Fuck I miss her so much!

After a few minutes, I dozed off and sleep took over me.

-

"Sir we are here." Edward says.

My eyes flutter open and I opened the door before Edward could.

The workers take my bags and Ashley's. I put my hand around her waist and enter the building.

-

"Babe I'm leaving." I say and walk out the door not waiting for her to respond.

I know, cruel right? Guess what? I don't care.

Call me heartless, cruel, mean but that's what her death turned me into.

I took my own car this time to go to the meeting.

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"Mr. Ryder is ready to see you." The secretary says purposely trying to show more cleavage but I just ignore it.

I walk into his office and spot Ryder on his phone smiling to himself. I bet he's texting his wife.

I clear my throat and he looks up at me.

"Oh! Damien, my man how long has it been." He gets up from the sofa and we do a bro-handshake.

"About 2 years?" I say. "How's Grace and the kids?"

"Amazing as always." He says smiling. I felt my stomach twist in jealousy. How I crave that happiness.

"Anyways, the song writer I was talking about the other day is most likely on her way here, so why don't we catch up?" He suggests.

We spend the next few minutes just talking about stuff that happened over the year.

After a while, the door opens revealing a girl I never thought I would ever see in my life ever again.

-•-

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