I always think that somewhere there is a road that can somehow bring us together again. I always think of him at my side, every step I take, but hidden from me, blocked by something or someone. This somehow comforts me. I keep hoping that all of this has a meaning, but now my life without him seems senseless, sighed Stella to herself as she ran down the road, I’ll Be Waiting by Lenny Kravitz, blasting down the headphones from the iPod she clasped tightly in her hand.
A black Bentley Continental slid past her. It slowed down, almost imperceptibly, and Stella couldn’t help but ask herself why the man driving such a car would look at her with such interest through the darkened windows.
Stella glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes and saw his features perfectly in the dim light. The man stared at her and threw a breathtaking smile her way. But his eyes remained impassive, emotionless. He suddenly pressed hard on the accelerator, making the engine hum, and was out of sight in an instant.
He was the very essence of male beauty, so seductive, he hardly seemed human.