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
"Do you know today at the studio,I actually wanted to quit" I watch Scarlett blab my entire focus on her. "Oh really?" She pouts, grabbing the wine bottle, filling her glass again. I shake my head, my lips twitching in amusement. She's one wine lover alright. "Then you said all those things about me" she looks up at me. "Not like I don't know I'm sexy but then you said those things" she repeated drastically. I chuckle. Drunk Scarlett is fucking cute. And she's always cute, I correct myself with a smile. "I have to admit my head went kaboom" she gestures the Xplosion with her hands. "I mean today was so great. I had fun you had fun" I chuckle. Maybe I shouldn't have encouraged her to drink so much. "Didn't you have fun?" she asks, suddenly pinning me down with her vivid sparkling eyes. My eyes dart to her chest, now covered by my jacket. Thank heavens because the moment she stepped out of the bathroom and I caught a glimpse of her nipples I almost stopped breathing. I
I snap myself out of my reverie when Scarlett reaches for the wine glass. I narrow my gaze on her, putting the wine bottle out of her reach. "What's with that?" she wiggles her brow teasingly at me then scoff, "I'll still have it either ways"I roll my eyes. "So about the game" Scarlett drags her eyes from the bottle and nods absentmindedly. "You say what again?" I scowl. This will be an impossible task. "The game, the drinking game" I add and smile seeing a glint of realization in her eyes. "Yes, the game. Truth or dare" she says with little interest. "You mean truth or drink" I correct slowly. She giggles unbuttoning the buttons of the suit jacket. "What are you doing?" I quiz, eyeing her suspiciously. "I'm feeling hot," she whispers. I clear my throat, dragging my gaze to the table. "So how do we play this game?" "It's actually quite simple, all you have to do is say the truth or drink... It's either you drink if u don't want to answer the question that will be iss