One secret. One Promise. Two hearts.
Ama promises to keep her muma's secret till she meets an American man she dubs as Mr. Gorgeous. When their hearts collide, the secret threatens to reveal itself.
Will the Jamaican heat scorch the love that coul...
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"Can you please put the do not disturb sign on your door so I don't get caught in your bed?" Ama says sleepily, and it takes all my strength not to jump back in bed with her.
"Yes, ma'am. I'll be back as soon as I can get rid of Stella. Then we'll have all day together," I say before I kiss her. "Can I bring you back something?"
She yawns and stretches out. "Yes, please. Fruit and oatmeal."
"You got it, Beautiful." With that, I leave her to her thoughts of me and our impossible situation.
I want to have breakfast with Stella like I want a hole in my damn head. What could she possibly want? Did she think I'd take her back after what happened?
She's already there waiting and smiles when she sees me. Seriously.
"Stella."
"Gregory."
I sit across from her, wishing it was Ama instead of her.
"So, I'm here. Talk," I demand, my fingers combing through my hair.
Her expression dulls. "Can we just have a nice breakfast?"
I close my eyes, hoping she'll leave; unfortunately, she's still here when I open them. "Honestly, Stella, I have no interest in spending more time than I have to with you," I huff.
Tears shimmer in her eyes. "Please don't be like that, Gregory."
"Don't be like what, Stella?" I shout, seeing other guests' eyes glancing toward us.
Her cheeks turn pink at the attention, and she lowers her voice, "I know that I hurt you."
"Hurt me? You fucked up my entire world," I snarl, not believing the gall of this woman.
Her lower lip trembles, and I feel nothing from seeing her turmoil.
"I'm sorry, Gregory. Please give us another chance," she begs me, her eyes pleading.
My expression hardens. "Are you kidding me? There is no us, Stella. Us came to a screeching halt when you left my ass at the altar."
The waiter arrives at the table to take our order, and without missing a beat, I say, "I'll have two bowls of fruit and oatmeal to go, please."
Stella's eyes widen. "What? Where are we going?"
I look into her sky-blue eyes that once captivated me and wonder what I've ever seen in her. "We're going nowhere. You're leaving this hotel and never contacting me again."
She reaches for my hand, and I abruptly pull it away. "Please, Gregory," she begs.
Realization dawns on my face. "You know what, Stella? I want to thank you. You saved me from a life of mediocre love. I'm not even sure that I ever loved you."
