Stella's POV:
James's flight was at 7 o'clock in the evening, so I rushed back to Joyland Residence after work and drove the red BMW to pick him up at the airport.
I guessed he would be happy to see me driving this car.
This must be the vanity of men, as men would feel accomplished when the women they supported used the things they had given them in their presence.
I didn't dare pick him up at the arrival hall, so I just waited for him in the car.
At 7:10, I got his call.
In the distance, I caught sight of him walking out, wearing a black windbreaker, with a suitcase in one hand and a phone pressed to his ear in the other.
Tall and erect, James walked with a manly stride, captivating the attention of countless women who were amazed and enamored by him along the way.
I told him my l
