I jerk off the bed, blinking to focus. What in the world was that sound? I look beside me and find the space empty with no sign of Liam anywhere in the room. Instead I find something else though, something shocking. The room is in a complete mess, more like in complete havoc. Did I sleep through an earthquake? I glance at the digital wall clock hung up on the wall and see it is still very early. Early as in, twelve in the morning. Then that means the crashing sounds from earlier wasn't a dream? Pillows scattered everywhere. Broken glasses everywhere. The night table flanking the bed was in complete disorder. Even the pretty flower vases were smashed everywhere. Clothes scattered everywhere. And portraits smashed to the ground. It looks like a vicious tornado had ripped through the room and left all the possessions in a complete mess. And the possibility of a volcano is a zero and that leaves only one other possibility, Liam. “Liam” I called in panic, my eyes trained on the two oth
Liam stiffened as if I had hit him, slowly pulling away sniffing loudly. It was like the moment was finally over. And I knew it and didn't try to force it either by letting him pull away from me and not forcing him to meet my gaze.and I make it easier by not staring at him at all. We both stay in silence staring up at the midnight sky. I thought of the fear when I had been searching for him and my heart cramp in my chest. Thank God he's alright. Barely. But alive and the wound didn't look that deep either. I want to blast whatever caused Liam to get like this but then again I'm clueless so all I can do is keep my anger to myself. “Can I have some alone time” Liam breathes out in a mare whisper that I have to strain my ear to listen. I turn and lift my gaze to his, doubt shimmering in my eyes. “Please” he adds not sparing me a glance. I bit on my lower lip then nod slowly, my eyes locked keenly on his face. “Okay. In case you need anything just give me a call” He doesn’t re
I moan shifting closer to him desperate to feel him again. He leans forward but pauses taunting me with his breath against my aching middle. I groan in frustration losing the patience I don't have. If I wasn't sitting down my legs would have collapsed from under me as I swoon in ecstasy. If he doesn't make a move now I'm going to scream and shove his face there myself, I think to myself staring down at Liam through a partly open eye. "So impatient" he whispers in a husk voice, his breath fanning me. I nod in agreement, "Is that necessarily a bad thing?" I say breathless. "I'm not complaining," he chuckles. I feel myself frowning as I snap at him, "Well then hurry up" He does just that. His fingers trailing up my thigh hitching the shirt up. My eyes drifted close awaiting the pleasure to come when all of the sudden an image of Liam with puffy eyes and the flash of pain his eyes held drifted into my head and chills broke down my spine. The image slams into me, making me flinc
“Yes, I’ll be there in a jiffy” I say into the phone not making any attempt to hide my excitement. The instant the call gets disconnected I gush loudly jumping around the room. The door to the main exit opens and Vilda pops her head in scanning the entire room before her eyes come to rest on mine, deep with curiosity and questions. “I told you they’d call this week” I tell Vilda with a smirk. I remember telling Vilda the news of my modeling offer and although she didn’t doubt it, she suggested instead that she would begin work next month or sometime far away since Evans company doesn’t announce any new product like I had expected. Vilda rolls her eyes, “Yeah whatever” I scoff unaffected by her nonchalance. “Tell the driver to get ready we have to get to the company before an hour” “He’s already ready” she says dryly and my bows drew together in question, was I so loud? “Sir Liam called,” she explains, probably noticing the question in my gaze. Vilda then gives me a quirk n
"Yes that way" the photographer says with a satisfied grin, his eyes glittering with content. "Tilt your head back a bit…" he says hovering around me with his camera pointed directly at me, the flashes from the camera hurting my eyes. I do just what I'm told, pushing my head back revealing my neck. I try not to look at anyone as I do so, it will only make me feel more terrible. After overhearing the conversation at the dressing room my mood has been a drag ever since, I don't think I can fake anything. "Yes more. Give me more. You are a natural" he tells me. But I don't smile. I don't feel happy either. Was he paid to say this? Or is he saying all this to not get on my bad side? I eye the dark haired sturdy photographer and my jaw set. He must also think I'm not good enough. That the others are way better than me and being all lovey because he wouldn't want to upset his boss. "Focus beauty" the photographer scolds lightly, his eyes free from any judgment but it did nothing to m
I hear a tremor in his voice- of excitement, anticipation, certainty…I can’t be sure. But Evans has managed to erase every doubt in my mind. I suck in my lips, my jaw tight as if I am ready to get the job over with as fast as possible. Damn my confidence is back, I giggle quietly. Of course I’m pretty, how can I ever let a little insult get to me? This is me and I’m sexy and other things Evans had said but I can't remember. I open my mouth to speak but I hear approaching footsteps from the entrance. Evans drops his hand from my face and takes a step back. He gives me a smile before walking off. I watch him walk off until my attention moves to the people trooping in. I didn’t even get the chance to thank him. I can do this. I encourage myself.* Minutes later I am gleaming in a sequined dress, modeling a stylish denim look. My hair was wavy and my makeup was a little loud, especially the red lipstick but I still look great. I pose in accordance to how I’m directed by the photogra
I yawn loudly and finally after minutes of procrastination. I get out of bed first making my way to the bathroom with partly opened eyes. Geez I almost forgot the dinner with Evans. I grumble, dragging my feet sluggishly to the bathroom. All that I need to do is a quick brush up, dress up, get to dinner and come back to bed. I slapsh water on my face, jolting my brain out if its slumber. I stare at my reflection andi flinch in surprise. I shake my head, "Who would believe you are the face of inner you" I scrunch my face, taking in the view of my messy and my huge puff eyes. Did I cry in my sleep? My brows burrow into a frown but I shrug it off, "You look like a monster" I laugh at myself and choice of words but then I add, "A beautiful one though and you drive them all mad" I bat my lashes at my reflection then burst into another round of laughter. Yap I'm awake now. I begin to wash my face properly with the mild vanila scenting soap getting rid of the make up. This is what
What in the fucking world. I gasp as the liquid dumps right on my dress, especially the upper part, cold liquid trickling down my skin. "What the fuck!" Evans exclaims, glaring at the waiter. If I were the waiter right now, I'd wish I could disappear. Except I'm not. I'm Scarlett and I'm drenched with wine. I look from the trembling waiter to Evans and I gulp down nothing. Evans is currently looking like he is going to ruin the waiter's life and the waiter looks completely helpless. For a moment I felt bad for the waiter but then again I am the one soaked to my bra and humiliated so maybe he does deserve it. Such rotten luck. I took in my lower lip afraid to look down at myself. "Are you fucking blind?" Evans continues yelling at the waiter literally calling attention to our table. I scrunch my face in disapproval at the realization. I placed my hand on Evans, giving it a little squeeze. "Don't worry it's fine" "No it isn't" Evans snaps at me not taking his eyes off the waite