A Face Made For Daylight

*It's finally here.. the end.

Please read the bonus scene after this book. The sequel is happening

I love you all so fucking much

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*don't forget to read the bonus scene after*

One Year Later
Los Angeles, California

Music beat against her ear drum.

California love
California knows how to party
California knows how to party

Stella ran as fast as she can. Sweat dripped down the side of her face from her pooling hairline. She was running out of breath but knew she had to keep going.

In the city of good ol' Watts
In the city, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'

Her heart raced when she turned down an isolated path, away from the busy park. She ran through an unmarked path. The trees along the trail kept her hidden from the beaming heat of the sun.

She gasped turning around. This time she saw it again and she was sure of it. The shadow flew near her again blowing the hair in her ponytail forward. The music faded, replaced with the urgent sound of her heart racing.

Stella swallowed the lump in her throat. She can feel her temperature rising and the sound of her heart beat pulsed in her head.

"H--Hello?" She called out breathlessly. Stella waited to see the shadow again but it didn't come back. She exhaled composing herself and turned.

Stella screamed bumping into the figure standing behind her. She quickly composed herself and rolled her eyes in frustration.

"You---dick!  Stop doing that to me!" She panted feeling her heart pulse heavily against her chest. Stella moved her headphones down to her shoulders.

Alistair stood in front of her with a devilish grin across his face. This wasn't the first time this week that he tried to scare her on her morning jogs.

"But it's sooooo much fun." He teased. His eyes twinkled in delight and his body bounced as he chuckled.

He stood directly under a ray of sunlight wearing a tight fitted black t shirt and black jeans. His black hair tightly gelled back, shining under the sun. The light reflected off his visible belt buckle and his pointy black shoes.

Stella stood in front of him in a bright yellow shirt and a pair of running shorts. She looked him over in his dark clothes.

"Aren't you hot?" She immediately regretted her choice of words watching him arch his brow smirking at her.

"Stella please." He shook his head, widening his eyes. "Control yourself."

He squinted, tilting his head looking around and noticed they were far from the public. He licked his lips moving closer to her.

"Actually----" He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her into him. "Since you're already sweaty---wanna get dirty with me baby?"

Stella cursed herself feeling weak in his presence. His thick gruff voice, honeyed accent, sharp jawline, his lean body and strong grip on her. It was always a losing battle whenever she resisted him.

She swallowed dryly licking her lips, she parted her lips to object but her mind flashed an image of them exciting her. Alistair parted his lips grinning. With Stella cured, Alistair can read her. He arched his brow pursing his lips.