Seduced Fall ✔️

49. Never left

Clara Carter

'Don't rush something you want to last forever'

That quote astonishes me in light of my present situation.

I drive all the way to that street, a few miles from Aerilon.

Ironic, isn't it? The first time I came here, I was terrified of what was happening in front of my eyes. That was the day Stefan left me.

But here I am, yearning for my forever and hoping to meet the unquestionably handsome and the fiend who left me undone.

How will I react when seeing him after years? What will I say? Should I really slap him, as Christopher advised?

I don't have any answers to these questions. All I know for certain is how my heart will react. The way I will scatter all the build-up walls around my heart.

Does Stefan still love me?

My palms sweat as I near the location I was four years ago. I grip the wheel on a painfully tight hold.

Maybe I can't do this-meet Stefan without breaking down and crying.

Today's weather is anything but dark and cloudy. The sun shines brightly, gentle breeze teasing the stillness. The Horizon seems to be a few miles away.

I spot the familiar sleek black Bentley standing by the side of the road. But it's the man leaning on it that deepens the abyss within me.

He's clad in the same suit that I saw him in outside the café. The compelling impression of powerful demand in his stance, as well as the arrogant narrow line of his lips, are impossible to miss.

He senses me the moment I'm on the viewable radar of his sharp gaze.

Why does he still have this effect on me after all these years? Or has it only become more prominent when he started dressing like the hot and sexy, know-it-all CEO he is?

I turn off the engine and exit my car. My heart beats in my throat as I lean against my vehicle in the same way he does. We're now facing each other, a few agonizing meters apart.

A sigh escapes our lips simultaneously. I get acutely aware of his presence.

I stay leaned on my car, not wanting to miss how he reacts to seeing me.

Which he does with a sweet, and sincere smile.

Some may find it strange, but only Stefan's closest know of how beautiful his smile is.

I don't smile back. Nothing within me allows me to believe that he is really here-in flesh and blood. He notices that and his smile disappears.

He takes a huge, determined step towards me. Once I don't oppose to his intention to reach me, he walks slowly enough for our own good until he's an arm's length away from me.

And there it is, the indescribable pull towards him. Those brilliant hazels of his are questioning my entire life decision involving him. My chest tightens as his eyes fall on my lips, then back in my eyes.

A rapid-fire series of events flashes through my mind, highlighting each time I kissed him whenever his gaze lingered on my lips like that.

"Why?"

That's all I manage to say. He gets the message, the huge array of things, and words, and questions crammed into that single word.

He exhales sharply.

"You don't want to hear it."

The vibration of his voice stirs an impatient feeling in me, impatient to touch him.