Honey's POV.
Today was nice.
It was the kind of day that makes one feel happy and delighted. The atmosphere was cool and the wind blew gently along the street. If you were calm enough, you could feel it brushing your skin. A sign you weren't alone. The temperature of the sun was just perfect. It wasn't too hot, not too cold. It was early May. The exotic scent of Jacaranda tree welcomed me as we drove through the road. Its bright purple leaves beautified the road.
I leaned on my car seat and brought out my headphones. I was on my way to MD photo Studio for my latest album photoshoot. I plugged in my headphones and listened to a song from my new album titled fatherhood. I was a Nigerian-American singer. I started my singing career after I finished highschool. My father had been my biggest fan, so I composed this song for his upcoming birthday. I smiled, I loved to see his expression as he listened to the song. Lately, things have been hard on him and that precious smile I cherished a lot wasn't reaching his eyes anymore.
He seemed like he was trying to convince us he was alright, but I knew he wasn't. The oil and gas company he worked in was running down in business and money wasn't entering his account as before.
"Oyin." Amelia called me. She crossed her leg, she sat beside me. She packed her blonde hair in a tight bun and wore a blue suit and crystal heels.
She was my manager and a family friend. She was actually the person who encouraged me to be a singer. She heard my voice when I was performing a solo song at one of my highschool events and introduced me to a record label. I eventually got signed at the age of seventeen and became who I was today. Although my stage name was Honey, she usually call me Òyin which was my native name.
She told me she loved the native accent of my actual name, but most times she called it in a British accent.
"Yes?"
She showed me some background photos on her tab. "Which background do you prefer for the shoot?"
I swiped the screen, checking out the various beautiful backgrounds.
I shrugged. "Anyone, they are all nice."
She smiled and nodded. "I was thinking about using this one." She pointed at a classic background of brown planks and palm leaves decorated on a brown wall..
"This will be suitable for the new album. It is kind of manly and classic."
Sooner, we arrived at the studio. It was a tall building made with glass. Amelia has sent the picture of the background and they were already setting it up. Various people moved around the room carrying planks, placing some palm leaves over some planks and engaging in different activities.
A man holding a camera stand turned to look at me as I stepped into the room. He walked towards me and smiled. "You are Honey, right?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I believe you are the photographer?"
His smile broadened. "Yes, let me take you to the makeup room."
I was led to the makeup room at another section of the studio. It wasn't as big as the shooting room. It was small and cozy. There was a long vanity by the pale brown wall, it was surrounded with tall arm chairs and there was a luxurious bright blue sofa at the left side of the room with an ornate table before it. A big rectangular mirror was placed at the front wall. There were a few makeup artists sitting around the vannity. A lady who was dusting a makeup brush looked up and smiled when she saw me.
"Honey!" She hugged me and led me to the sofa.
"I'm a big fan and I'm so glad you decided to shoot here. I'm going to make you look fabulous!"
"Thank you."
I sat down on the sofa and crossed my legs. The vanity stood elegantly at the side of the room. "This place is nice."
"Thank you, make yourself comfortable." The artist said and the other smiled at me as they did their work.
I smiled back and relaxed on the sofa. "Thanks, I will."
"So, should I get you a cup of coffee?" Amelia suggested.
I shook my head. I took coffee before coming for the shoot. "No, just a glass of water."
"Alright."
I was given a glass of water and the makeup artist sat on the sofa with me. "I heard you just released a new album. I haven't had time to listen to all the songs, but I listened to a few and it's fantastic. You have an amazing voice, Honey."
I took a sip of the water. "Thanks. Actually, this photoshoot is also for the album."
"Really, then I will make sure you look good. The name of the album is fatherhood, did you compose it for your father?"
I shrugged. "Well, it isn't only for my dad. It is for all the fathers."
"My father, I made him listen to it and he loves it!"
My smile broadened. "Really?"
The artist nodded. "Yeah."
The photographer came back and informed us that the room had been set for the shoot. The makeup artist suggested I apply a smokey sharp makeup look, but I decided to use nude because it complimented my brown skin color.
After a while, my curly hair was styled and my makeup was done. My thin brow was broadened, my lips were dark brown, brown glitters shone around my eyelids and my cheek was delighted with brown blush.
I smiled at my reflection in the mirror.
I looked gorgeous.
Honey's POV.After the shoot, I went to the changing room. I changed my outfits and wore a plain black turtleneck silken top and a black and navy striped wide leg pants. Immediately, I entered the changing room, I sat on a high stool and brought out my phone. I saw a missed call notification from my Dad. I called him back and smiled when he picked up."Dad.""Yes, sweetie. How was the shoot?""It was good, we just finished.""I hope it wasn't stressful." He sounded concerned.I chuckled and shook my head. "No, it wasn't. It was actually fun, you should have come with me."He actually promised to accompany the photoshoot, but he was busy so he couldn't."Oh my, you have no idea how much I wished I followed you, but I will make it up to you, okay?"I smiled and turned on the stool. Amelia entered the changing room and waited for me to finish my call. "Really? How will you make it up to me."He hummed. "Hmm, let me think about it."I chuckled and shrugged. "You can make it up to me by buy
Honey's POV.I was about to open the door of the restroom when I bumped into something hard and rigid. I looked up and noticed a chiseled face looking down at me, confused. I didn't know him, but I hugged him tightly and whispered into his ears."Just act like you know me."He hugged me back. His body was warm and firm, causing me to feel a foreign sense of comfort. He brought his hand from his pocket and cupped the nape of my neck before leaning his head close to my ears. His breath fanned my skin, causing a shiver to rub down my spine. "Is someone stalking you?" He asked. I tightened my arms around his taut waist and nodded. "Yes, I don't know what he wants."I should have let go of him, but I didn't. I felt strangely safe in his arms. I turned my head and risked a glance at my stalker. He had stopped following me. Instead, he leaned on the wall and was pressing his phone. It looked more like he was waiting for the man I was hugging to leave me alone. I wouldn’t make that happen.I
MindHoney's POV.He pocketed his hands and pressed his lips. "Sometimes, I do feel sorry for him.""So what happened to him?" He smiled and I flushed. "It's a long story. I might tell you some other time."The attendant behind the counter smiled and slightly waved at me. "Have a nice day, ma'am."I smiled at her and left the shoe store. I stopped before the road and brought out my Samsung. I wanted to call an uber."You brought your car?" The man, my savior, asked.I turned to him and shook my head. "No, I want to order for an uber."He looked ahead of him and pointed at a shiny black Bugatti La Voiture Noire which was parked at the garage of the shoe store. "That's my car over there. If you don't mind, I can give you a ride."My jaw dropped as I stared at the car. It was one of the most expensive cars in the world! This man must be fifthly rich if he owned that car. "...you don't mind, do you?”"What?" I asked. I was so mesmerized with the beauty of the car that I didn't hear what
Honey's POV.He gave me his number and drove off. I smiled as I looked at his number and saved it as 'Handsome Savior’. I kept my phone in my handbag and watched as he drove away. I really hoped to see him at the concert. I smiled and turned. Amelia was stepping out of the music studio, she watched as the car drove away. She turned to me and arched her brow when it was out of sight. "Oyin, who was that?""He is someone who saved me a while ago."Her brows furrowed and walked to me looking worried. "What happened?” She asked. “Why did you say he saved you?"I held the handle of my handbag and pressed my lip. "Well, there was a mysterious fan who was stalking me when I went to the shoe store and I kind of ran into him while I was trying to avoid the stalker."Amelia bit her lip and shook her head. "This won't have happened to you if you had let me follow you." She scolded me.I pouted and walked into the music studio. "Then, I'm glad you didn't follow me because if you did, I wouldn't ha
Lorenzo’s POV She was beautiful.I stared at the young lady on the television. Her black curly hair billowed in the air as she moved her body in rhyming movements, dancing to her song in her music video. Her song was nice, but it wasn't as attractive as her. She flowed like water, swaying her hips and twisting her body. Her amber eyes zoomed in, it shone bright like I was staring directly at her. I leaned on my couch and stretched my hand to take the glass of wine set on an ornate stool before me. My eyes focused on the screen of my television as I took a quick sip and observed her. No mistake, she was the lady I had met at the shoe store this afternoon. She seemed to be into me and that very thought intoxicated my blood with lust. In this music video, she was wearing a cropped top that barely covered her breast and silver shorts which exposed her dark skin. It glowed as she brushed her hands along her breast. She wasn't even touching me, but it turned me on. She was a precious ros
"Strip." He said calmly.I fidgeted with my hands and stared at the floor avoiding his cold eyes. He made it sound like he requested for a simple act. He crossed his legs and rested his hand on his kneel. He smirked. He was having fun watching me broken and helpless. "Don't test my patient. I can assure you that you won't like it when I get angry." He said coldly.I sobbed and covered my mouth. I felt insulted and humiliated. "Please… Please.. Just—" He took a quick stride and grabbed my hair. I whimpered in pain and sobbed harder.He yanked it up until I was staring at his cold eyes. "Now listen to me, you do whatever I want or…" He brought out his gun from his back pocket and pressed it under my chin. I flinched and he tightened his hold. "Or you die. You get that?"I nodded and more tears dropped. He smiled and patted my hair. "Then, be a good pet. Okay?"I gave a quick nod and my body relaxed when he placed his gun into his pocket and walked back to the grand king-size bed. He