The World Inside Stephanie's Head: Stephanie, #1

By Sharon Lopez

Stephanie discovers life and love through a chance meeting with the alluring actor/ singer, Nick. Friendships are tested, and betrayals happen as Stephanie comes face to face with her past. Is Stephanie and Nick's love enough to keep them together, or will the looming presence of Stephanie's former life end them before they can begin?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sharon Lopez
• Release date: Jan 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781386896074

Sharon Lopez

Sharon is a multi-genre young adult author that dabbles in adult tales from time to time. It’s all about the story is not just a catchphrase but a spirit that is inside all of her books. When she is not writing, she can be found getting lost in other author’s worlds, watching Slice Of Life Anime, or getting annihilated as she tries her hand at various video games. She is inspired by many things. Whether it’s an encouraging word, a kooky dream, or a personal experience, she will put it to excellent use. As a defender of the defenseless, Sharon’s characters take on this persona with strong female leads and males that are protective, perfect, boyfriend material.

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Dedication Page:

To my muse and inspiration: You are my Nick. Without you, I wouldn’t have found myself enough to make this book possible. Thank you, Jamie. xo

To new friends: (Amber and Ella) Thank you for the kind words and encouragement.

Josh: You’ve been there from the beginning and have seen it all. Thanks for putting up with it and sticking with me.

Chapter 1

STEPHANIE HAD A NICE, quiet, sheltered life. She enjoyed it for the most part, but there was a side of her that wanted more. Who knew it would take a friend bringing her to a movie one night, to change her life forever?

Hey, Greg said, entering the kitchen.

Morning, Stephanie replied, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

Greg glanced at Stephanie, his arms crossed over his chest. So, we are going to see this movie tonight, right, Steph?

Stephanie blew out a breath, knowing she would have no choice but to go, regardless of the anxiety that filled her. I will not bail on you tonight. I p ... promise. She left the kitchen and sat at her computer.

We'll see. Greg followed her to her computer and kissed her forehead. He turned, headed towards the door, stopped, and then turned around to face Stephanie again. Oh, and by the way, Mr. 4g kicked out his live in. Greg smiled as he raised his eyebrows.

Stephanie giggled, rolling her eyes and shaking her head as she did. Go to work.

Greg shrugged. I'm just saying. He chuckled as he stepped out the door.

Stephanie gazed at the monitor for a moment, and then her fingers began moving across the keyboard.

Her dream of being a published author would have to wait. Right now, she's helping others achieve their dreams by proofreading and editing their manuscripts.

As the afternoon dragged on, she pushed through her tasks without pausing for a break.

Her unwavering dedication to her work won favor with the publishing company, but it left little time for anything else. Stephanie felt fortunate to work from home, and she was grateful for it. She was thankful that her boss kept her on despite her agoraphobia.

The events of a few short years ago had left her with such chronic anxiety that she considered herself lucky to leave her house on most days.

Stephanie's strong work ethic earned her the admiration of her boss. Rather than losing her altogether, the company had her work from home.

Greg and Stephanie were good friends. Once she found the strength to leave her boyfriend, he welcomed her into his apartment with open arms. Greg's actions spoke volumes as he sheltered her, tended to her well-being, and made it his top priority to keep her out of harm's way. Mostly, she enjoyed her life, but there was a restless part of her that longed for something more.

As she glanced at the clock, a heavy sigh escaped her lips. I better get ready.

Greg would be home soon, and lately, at his request, she had been attempting to spend more time outside the house.

With his charming personality and striking good looks, he was indeed a great guy. Standing at six feet, he had the physique of a sports star, with well-defined muscles. His neatly styled brown hair gave him a professional appearance that contradicted his true nature.

He was always sweet to Stephanie, his kindness serving as a lifeline that pulled her out of the darkness of her abusive relationship. Without him, she might not have made it out alive.

After saving her work, she made her way to her room to get ready for the evening.

And she continues to amaze me. Greg smiled. His brown eyes opened wide at the sight of her as she came out of her bedroom door later that evening.

Stephanie looked herself over and then glanced up at Greg. Awe, sweetie, you always know the right thing to say.

You ready to go then?

Yes, I have maxed out the mascara, lipstick, hairspray combo for one evening. Stephanie chuckled nervously.

Yeah, I was going to say. He moved a finger towards Stephanie's face.

Oh, shut up. Stephanie playfully pushed Greg's hand away.

Side by side, Greg and Stephanie walked out of the apartment, the sound of the door closing behind them.

When they entered the crowded theater, Stephanie blew out a breath. Greg tightened his grip on her hand as they made their way down the aisle.

Maybe it was a good thing we didn't go opening weekend. He glanced around the room.

Now you owe me an apology for bailing. I saved you the headache of not finding a place to sit. Stephanie smirked, finding a nearly empty row and sitting down in a seat.

No, there is no getting out of it. You still owe me, and I will collect. He joined her, sinking into the comfortable chair by her side.

Remind me never to make a bet on whether I can get out of a meeting on time.

Greg's laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls. He put his arm around Stephanie, and she nestled into him, seeking comfort and security.

So, have you given any thought to the vacation idea?

You know I have work. Her voice quivered with a touch of anxiety.

He rubbed her arm. What is it?

These little short trips out I am slowly getting used to, but to be gone from the house for days or weeks. I'm just not ready for it. Stephanie's gaze fell to her lap, where her hands were fidgeting nervously.

Greg put his hand on her cheek, lifting her gaze to meet his. I know you are scared, Steph, but you can't let this fear consume you forever. You are missing out on life.

I think I've had enough excitement for one lifetime.

Steph, what you went through with Jessie was extremely bad. He is a psycho. I am here, and no one is going to hurt you like that ever again.

Stephanie started shaking. Her face went pale, and her breathing became labored.

All right, I'm sorry. Greg took Stephanie’s hand in his. He lightly drew circles in her palm. I picked up the new keyboard you wanted. I also found a set of speakers to hook up. Greg noticed Stephanie’s hand steadied, no longer trembling. His fingers transitioned from her wrist to her forearm, kneading the tense muscles. I figured it would be better than using headphones all the time. Stephanie’s breathing slowed. A rosy hue crept back into her cheeks, signaling the return of color to her face.

Stephanie gave Greg a weak smile. You're so thoughtful.

He brushed her cheek. I have to take care of you.

Greg kissed Stephanie on the forehead and put his arm back around her. She snuggled back into him.

You always do. She laid her arm across his chest.

The lights dimmed, and the movie began.

After the movie, Greg got up from his seat. When he glanced down at Stephanie, she was still sitting, her eyes fixed on the screen. After smiling, he sat back down. He put his arm around her shoulders and leaned in close to her ear. You all right?

Yeah, Stephanie whispered, still staring at the screen.

Greg stood again and laughed. You want to go?

Stephanie peered up at him. Yeah, we can go, sorry. She stood.

He took her by the hand and led her out of the theater.

So, what did you think? Stephanie asked, as she allowed Greg to lead her out of the building.

I liked it. What about you? He let go of her hand to fish in his pocket for his keys.

It was such a fantastic movie. The story was incredible. That blonde guy was really cute, too. Stephanie laughed.

As Greg took her hand, a puzzled expression crossed his face.

Stephanie hadn't complimented a guy's looks since before Jessie came into her life. She had not given one a second glance since. Even after moving in with Greg, it took her nearly a year to gather the courage to step foot outside the house.

He led her to the passenger side of the car and then moved to the driver’s side. If you go for younger guys, I guess.

Stephanie shrugged. He didn't look that young. He has to be in his early thirties.

I don't know. He opened the driver’s side door.

So, you didn't think he was good looking at all?

His brows knitted, and he got into the car.

Stephanie opened the passenger side door and sat in the seat. Come on, you didn't think he was even the slightest bit cute?

Greg rolled his eyes. He's not my type.

I normally can’t get you to stop going on about how hot a guy is. What's wrong?

His nostrils flared as he sighed. Nothing.

Greg, if I didn't know you better, I would think you were jealous. She gave a lopsided grin.

That would be ridiculous.

Stephanie laughed.

Ridiculous. He pressed his lips together.

Throughout the drive home, Stephanie couldn't contain her excitement as she gushed about every detail of the movie and the charming guy in it. Greg drove, his mind filled with worry about Stephanie's recent interest, but eventually brushed it off. Once they reached their building, they rode the elevator to their floor and then entered their apartment.

He gave her a gentle hug. I'm headed to bed, sweetie. An early morning is in my immediate future.

All right, I'm going to work a little before I turn in.

He headed toward his bedroom door. Don't stay up too late.

Yes, dad. Stephanie snickered.

He glanced up at the ceiling. Kids. A smile filled his face when he briefly turned his head and then he made his way through his bedroom door.

As Stephanie sat down in front of her computer, she could hear the soft hum of the fans and feel the coolness of the keyboard beneath her fingertips. Opening the internet browser, she couldn't wait to delve into her investigation of the actor who had sparked her curiosity. She began clicking through sites, devouring every interview she could find. Every word she read made her more and more fascinated. Something stirred in her that had been dormant for a very long time. Before she knew it, Greg was coming out his bedroom door fully rested and dressed for the day ahead.

You stayed up all night? Greg crossed the floor to the kitchen.

Looks that way. Stephanie stared at her screen, still immersed in her research.

With a curious glance towards Stephanie, he left the kitchen and casually strolled towards her. What are you working on? His eyes narrowed as he stared at the screen, and he couldn't help but shake his head in disbelief.

Stephanie continued reading, engrossed in the words on the page.

Someone’s got a little crush? He delicately pinched his finger and thumb together, creating a vivid visual.

Her eyes were glued to the screen, captivated by the words that danced across her monitor.

Steph? Greg asked a little louder.

The only movement she made was the gentle blinking of her eyes and the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest.

He raised his voice as he continued. Well, I have fabulous news; 4g and I are going to run away together and join a cult to save the Slippery Dicks in Brazil.

She sniffled. That's cool. Stephanie peered up at Greg, her eyes filled with curiosity. Wait, what? Bewilderment was clear on her face as she tried to make sense of the situation.

Greg laughed. Wow, someone is going a little obsessive.

No, it's not even like that. I was just curious about who he is.

Greg kissed Stephanie on the forehead. It’s okay, I’ll still love you. I'll bring home a bucket and some extra paper towel to catch your drool. His face lit up with a mischievous grin.

Get outta here. Stephanie chuckled, pushing Greg away.

It's good to see you smile.

It's good to feel like smiling again. Her eyes twinkled.

Greg paused to admire the radiant glow that Stephanie emitted before strolling out the door.

Stephanie looked at a few more photos and wondered why she was so worked up over this guy.

Oh Steph, what's wrong with you? She sighed and then stood up, heading to her bedroom.

With each passing day, Stephanie found herself increasingly enchanted by the guy she had only seen on the big screen and researched on the internet. Her time on the computer was spent discovering new things about and seeing new pictures of him. To avoid the already overwhelming amount of teasing she received from Greg, she took to her discoveries while he was at work or after he had gone to bed. This was a brand new and intense feeling for her, both terrifying and exhilarating. The more information she gathered, the more she could feel changes happening within herself.

Steph? I made us some dinner. You awake? Greg knocked, then opened Stephanie's door.

She tried to focus on his face, though still half asleep. You spoil me. She pushed down the covers and got out of bed.

I know. I'm too good for you. Greg laughed, moving to the kitchen.

Stephanie joined Greg at the table.

So, I'm thinking about getting a tattoo, Stephanie said, spooning food onto her plate.

A what? Greg choked on a mouthful of food. After taking a drink, he continued. Whatever for?

I just want one right here. Stephanie pointed to her hand between her index finger and thumb.

What of?

Stephanie got up from the table and walked to the counter. She picked up a piece of paper. This. she handed it to Greg.

Greg took the paper, studied it for a moment, and gave it back to Stephanie. This has to do with that movie. That guy. Stephanie, you have never talked about a tattoo before, and now you have one all picked out.

Stephanie crumpled the paper in her hand. Her gaze drifted to the floor.

You need to get a handle on this obsession of yours. It isn’t healthy.

Her brow furrowed, and she swallowed hard. It isn't like that. Yeah, I’ll admit he’s cute, but it's not about that. I have been reading things he has said, and he makes sense. He’s really smart.

Honey, I get it. Ever since Jessie, you have been struggling. He did a number on you. I just don't want to see you get all wrapped up in this and—

Struggling? Greg, I question who Jessie is. I question who I am. I question life. He didn't just hurt me, he destroyed me.

He stood up and touched Stephanie's cheek. All the more reason to be careful.

She put her hand over Greg's, then glanced down at the floor. As she shifted her focus back to him, she removed his hand from her face, yet maintained a hold of it.

It's really not like that. I know I'll never meet him. The things he says, they help me. I am grateful for the wisdom from his words. It's like how you always say the right thing at the right time to move me in the right direction.

Greg sat back down at the table. All right, I trust you. How about we finish up and go out for dessert?

Stephanie sat down and smiled. See, the right thing.

Greg gave her a light-hearted smile.

With a smile on her face, Stephanie scooped up a spoonful of her creamy ice cream. The mall is a little more crowded than normal.

Yeah, you okay? You want to leave?

No, I want to go see what's going on.

Greg handed the money to the guy behind the counter. You what? With a tilt of his head, Greg's brow furrowed in a puzzled expression.

Stephanie rarely liked crowds. Greg could only bring her into crowded places when they visited a friend's club, where she clung to him and avoided the bustling areas.

They wandered off, following the sound of foot traffic, until they stumbled upon a stage set up in the distance. The once spacious floor had transformed into a crowded sea of bodies seated in chairs.

What the...?

Hello there. A movie promo pack can be purchased here. From there, you can take it to be signed by our panel, which will arrive shortly. An eager saleswoman interrupted Greg and handed him a package. That will be $74.79, sir.

Huh? Oh, right. Greg handed some bills to the saleswoman.

With a curious expression, he inspected the bundle in his hands. Once he realized what it was, he tightly shut his eyes and silently cursed. Uh Steph, I think maybe we should go.

Stephanie cast a curious glance at him. Why?

Before Greg could answer, a man entered the stage and spoke. Stephanie’s attention was averted toward the stage.

Hello. It's nice to see you all here tonight. I appreciate how patient you all have been these last few weeks. I know all of you have been waiting a long time for this and are eager to get this underway.

The crowd