My Little Sunshine

"I hope I am not interrupting anything important." Stella greeted Adam as she entered his study. She was holding a white tray in her hands which had a black coffee mug placed right in the center. 

"You can never interrupt me, sweetheart." Adam replied to her as he looked up from his laptop. 

"You didn't have your coffee with breakfast, so I brought it up for you. I hope that's okay." Stella said as she placed down the tray on the study desk, next to the laptop. 

The duo was having their breakfast peacefully when a call came through and Adam had to leave the table to tend to it. He was already done with his breakfast but had only grabbed the coffee mug when he had to leave. 

Adam he her hand and tugged it towards himself, making her land on his lap. "How many times do I have to tell you that you don't need to worry about your actions here. Do as you please baby girl." He wrapped his arms around her waist while resting his face on her shoulder. "If you want to bring me coffee, do it. If you feel like pouring the very same coffee over my head, then be my guest." Adam muttered softly next to her ear. He chuckled at his own words before a frown marred his handsome face. "Just make sure it's not scalding hot if you want to pour it over my head. I don't want my face to look like the guy from 'A Nightmare on Elm Street' in our wedding photos." 

Stella blushed under his scrutinizing gaze at the mention of wedding photos, her cheeks tinting with a light shade of pink. 

"You don't have to worry about your face because I won't be doing anything like that." She squirmed in his arms as she tried to get out of his hold. She could feel his gaze turning hotter. "I forgot to mention that Uncle Rob was calling you. He said that he has something urgent that he needed to talk to you about." Stella spoke up. 

Adam let go of her reluctantly. "I will go and see what does the old guy have to talk about." He uttered in complete annoyance. 

"Adam!" Stella called his name and shot him a look but only got a pout in response before he began to walk out of the study. 

He stopped in his tracks and turned around and as if remembering something. "Oh! You should start with the packing, I have made all the arrangements. We will leave around 7 p.m." 

"Gotcha." Stella replied to him and passed him a bright smile.

After Adam had left the room, Stella shifted her eyes towards his laptop which was still on. She was sitting in his chair now as he had made her sit there after getting up himself. 

She slowly placed her fingers over the black keys. She chewed on her lower lip in anxiousness, which clearly showed off her hesitation. Taking in a deep breath, she let go of her lower lip and uttered and incomprehensible apology under her breath as her fingers began to move over the keys. 

Ten minutes later, Stella came into the master bedroom. She made sure that Adam wasn't in the room before she closed the door with her trembling hands. She walked to the bedside table and picked her up phone. After unlocking it, she hurriedly typed a message and sent it to an unsaved number. It was the same number from which she had received a call earlier in the morning when Adam was showering. 

She deleted the text as soon as the delivered notification popped on the screen. 

After placing her phone down, she walked towards the walk-in closet slowly as she took in a couple of deep breaths to calm her jittery nerves.

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The co-pilot's voice came through the speakers and boomed through the cabin as he announced the private jet's landing, still not announcing the exact location.

"Seriously?" Stella shot him a look as she pursed her lips tightly, trying to bury down the urge of smacking the idiot's head who was sitting next to her. 

"What?" Adam tried to act all innocent, even though he knew exactly what she was referring to. He had asked the crew to keep the location a secret just like last time. Of course Stella knew  they were in Greece, but where exactly in Greece? 

"Can you be anymore childish?" Stella glared at him. 

"What did I do now?" Adam questioned her again, but this time with a smirk adorning his face.

Stella felt the urge to wipe that smirk off his face rising up again. She gritted her teeth and decided to look outside rather than the fool sitting next to her. 

As the duo walked down the stairs hand-in-hand, Adam's joyous expression turned grim. He threw a murdering glare at the staff and crew members. 

"Where are the pilot and the co-pilot?" He asked the person who was standing close to them.

"There they are." The man who was questioned replied, pointing behind him. 

"What kind of joke is this?"  He threw a murdering glare at the duo who was standing with their heads down. "Does this look like Rhodes to you?" He yelled at them as he waved his free hand in the air while he continued holding onto Stella hands with the other one. 

"What happened?" Stella meekly asked him as she looked at him with a worried expression. 

Adam took in a deep breath as he shifted his gaze towards her, his anger melting away as soon as his eyes collided with hers. 

"Baby girl, we were supposed to go to Rhodes but we are in Crete." He replied to her softly. "And I wonder who's fault is that." He added as he threw another glare at the staff who was standing quietly by the sides with their heads bowing down. 

"And now, we can't even go there because we can't use the airspace as we pleased. My entire weekend is ruined because of some people's inefficiency." He gritted his teeth. contemporary romance

"Since we can't go to Rhodes, why not stay here?" Stella suggested. "You said it yourself that the place doesn't matter as long as we are together." 

"I know sweetheart, but getting a reservation at the best hotel of here last moment isn't easy, not even for me." He heaved out a tired sigh. 

"But we could go and try our luck. What could happen at most? We get to stay at some mediocre room." Stella chided in to which he nodded after thinking for a little while.

Meanwhile, a pair of eyes were watching all of the drama which was happening on the runway through binoculars from the VIP waiting lounge. Removing the binoculars away from his face, the man smirked and took out his phone. His fingers flew over the screen as he typed a text and hit sent with a span of few seconds.

'They have landed.' 

Looking at the text, his smirk grew wider ad he began to walk away while whistling. 

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