Happily.

CHAPTER TWO: NOW

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As I made my way to my car, I started thinking about her and the good times we had.

It had been quite a while since I have seen her, that is why I am back in town.

I can remember everything about her, from her curly reddish-brownish hair to her beautiful black eyes that are like honey in the sun. I remember the way her dark skin felt against my tan skin. The way she moaned my name when we were making love.

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"Alecxander," she said breathlessly. "I didn't expect to see you until tonight."

"I thought I would come and say hello, your brothers told me you would be here."

Her face was now one of anger.

"Where did you see my brothers?" She looked as if she knew what I was going to say already.

"At the doughnut shop, they were with my sons."

She had a scared, mad, and regretful look on her face.

"Alec..." she started to say but I cut her off.

"It's fine, I knew about them all along. My mom cannot keep her mouth shut about her three amazing grandsons." I stopped and admired her. "Is it okay if I come back with you to your place? We need to talk."

She nodded her head.

Her hair that was once very curly and that amazing color I loved so much, is now black and straight, and very long. I think I am in love with her new look, but her other hair color was just way better. You could tell that my sons had more of my features than hers, but there is one thing that they have that I do not, and that is the freckles.

You are probably wondering how I know about her three sons, our sons. My mom sent me a message saying how beautiful Kristellas children came out. I asked her who the father was and I should have known, Kristella is not one to go whore around. Even if she did say how much she despised children and the idea of getting married. I was the only one that knew the reason why she didn't want to do any of those things, things that girls normally want.

She was always a different breed and I needed her in my life as soon as I saw her, and now I need her more than ever.

My father said that if I wanted to take over the "family business" then I needed to get married first, and if I am not married or engaged by February fourteenth, he said he would pick my wife.

That is why I need to get Kristella back so I can convince her to be my wife.

We made our way to Kristellas Range Rover, she must be making good money.

"Nice car," I told her.

"Thanks, my business is booming." I knew she ran her own business, she was a big hit on the entrepreneur's magazine. She runs her own skincare and cosmetics line.

"You have always had that pet peeve about people's skin not being well," I responded to her.

Then she said the thing I was dreading for her to say.

"Why are you here, Xander? You wouldn't just show up just because you wanted to see me, you need something."

"Stella..." I started to say but I got cut off by her.

"And," she paused, "I am willing to help. It is the least I could do for keeping your children from you for so long."

"Stella," I started but she cut me off again.