STELLA'S POV
I passed my office. I was so worried while trying to convince myself that I didn't care where he was or whatever crap he was doing with his life, but I was just deceiving myself, and I knew that.
Why the hell did I care? I was his fake girlfriend, not his wife. But subconsciously, my hands were still calling his number.
I never knew pretending to be my boss's fake girlfriend was this stressful. He wasn't paying for caring, and I wouldn't care about an ass like him. But right now, I really needed him to be alive and pay me. Then he could probably die or do whatever he wanted with his life. But deep down, I knew I was genuinely worried about him.
"Mr. James, please pick your f*****g call," I muttered. But before I could try his number again, I saw him walking into his office
