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Kiss me black & blue

When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. Amber Carlos, an American-spanish 24 year old rockstar has always wanted the chance to the top but how could she do that when she's an unknown musician? She's from a low class family where they barely feed three square meal a day. Things got harder the more when she lost her Dad, Rodrigo Carlos in a plane explosion. After Rodrigo died, Amber decided to move from her town in Spain, straight to Los Angeles CA USA, to search for a good job in addition to her musical career. Who wants to die of poverty? Amber left Spain to L.A to make impact in her music career but unknowing to her that just one track of her song was going to make her a number one top best celebrity in the whole of America, but it didn't happened overnight, it was with the help of someone. On the other hand was a big fan and lover of music, Gavin Warren, a native of Los Angeles CA USA. Gavin is an handsome, beefy, buff, strict, cruel, cold, grumpy and arrogant renowned, famous and well-known 27 year old businessman. Whom was born with a silver spoon and lived a peaceful and respectful life. He gazed into her beautiful eyes, caressing her cheek with his thumb finger, he smiled. "You are one of the most valuable gifts I have received in my life. I consider myself the luckiest man alive to have you as my woman. Knowing that you are mine and that I am yours is the best feeling in the world. You're such a darling angel and I value every bit of you." P.S: the cover does not belong to me

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Rodrigo is alive

Wiping her tears off, Ingrid gestured her to stop crying, "no dear don't say that, Gavin loves you with every beat of his heart. He cherish you a lot and I can boast of that."

"Then why hasn't he put a ring on my finger yet? Why hasn't he purposed yet? I told him I don't want to get pregnant outta wedlock but he insisted I carry his child before any other thing. Mom am tired of Gavin and am fed up with all these promises and hopes that never comes to pass"

"Aunt Amy don't think that way, uncle Gavin is a good guy and because of him you're at the top today. He has done a lot for you, me and mom. I know that he will surely grant you your wishes someday"

"Some day you called it to be but not today, not tomorrow, not next week so when? Am fu–

Cutting Amber off, a man in his early fifties, startled them. "My dears!"

Turning around to trace the voice, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! Amber, Ingrid and Diego ran for their dear life when they someone, thinking it was a ghost.

Curling his lips upwards, the man chuckled, "why are you all running away from me?" Spreading his arms out, he added, "it's me, come on and give me a hug"

Clingy unto Diego, Ingrid and Amber tightened their grip on Diego's white t-shirt, with their knees wobbling against each other out of fear.

"You're dead" Ingrid said.

"Is your spirit not at rest?" Amber added.

"No I guess it's his ghost" Diego added.

Frowning confusedly, the man glared at his body from arms to toe, he vigorously shook her head, "no am not a ghost neither am I a spirit. Am human like you too"

"No that's a lie, you were dead some years ago so it's evident that it's your spirit whom is standing here" Ingrid said.

Frowning confusedly with his mouth wide opened in shock, "Ingrid? You thought I was dead because you heard the news of my plane crash? You thought I was dead because I didn't return home for years?"

"If you're not dead then prove it" Amber said.

"Yes prove it to us that you're not dead" Diego added.

....

Derek's apartment

Dusting the couches with the blue napkin towel, Miranda muttered a song 'Exist for love by Aurora' while she was busy cleaning the house.

"I can't imagine how it is

To be forbidden from loving (ah, ah)

'Cause when you walked into my life

I could feel my life begin–

Cutting her off, jasmine took the napkin from her. "Do you want to put me in big trouble? You're nine months pregnant and you're still cleaning and stressing yourself"

Awkwardly scratching her neck, "but–

"There's no ifs and buts" holding her hand, she added, "you come with me" placing her on the couch, "sit here and don't move an inch" placing her hands on her hips, she sighed. "I don't want my grandbaby to feel any form of stress at all neither do I want you to stress yourself."

"Mom am fine, if I don't work myself out then how will I become strong before the delivery day?"