Tracy's POVGarvin's arms were hooked with mine causing my stomach to clench slightly. Garvin was generally good looking with his slender physique but it just felt like something was wrong, something I could not place a finger on.The press swam over to us, pointing various microphones at us. _this was a totally bad idea, crystal protested inside of me.__i know right, but it's for the best__i guess your priorities are misplaced__what do you mean?__shushh now, they are approaching us now._"So miss tracian do you mind telling us how the relationship came about?" One of the press buddies enquired, almost poking a microphone in my eye."I am sorry but she can not answer more questions," Garvin declared pushing press crew away."But sir--"Excuse us," his voice authoritative.****"Garvin I told you this was a wrong idea. Totally wrong" "Heyy the news just needs to sink in, chill"."I just feel-"You know why you are doing this right? To ward Kia offSpeaking of which. Did you see

Tracy's POV"Hey Garvin, why are you back so early?" I questioned. He had a mischievous grin, and I could tell that whatever brought him back could not wait."I have something to show you," he grinned even more comprehensively."What's that," I inquired, crossing my arms around my chest"It's important," he expressed, pulling out his laptop and placing it on the table, gesturing to me to sit. "What is-"Shush," he cut me off, placing a longer over my lips."Alright then, no questions," I mumbled.Whatever we watched was colored in black and white, with blurry films everywhere. The lights that flickered, that podium... I recognized this place."Garvin, is this CCTV footage?" I blurted, unable to contain my curiosity."Jeez, Tracy, can't you just watch.""Ohh," I mouthed.The models paced up and down the runaway, swaying their hips as they walked. I had to commend Myself, Stewart; his models were indeed professionals. Watching the event from this angle gave it a whole new feel. Maybe t

Tracy's POV I sat in my office chair, unable to concentrate on the dozen of work piled on my table. My ocean-blue painted office no longer seemed like the creative space I had designed it to be. Garvin has been acting weird ever since the event. And no matter how hard I tried not to think about it, my mind kept drifting to it, causing my stomach to clench. "Ma'am, you have a flower coming from someone," my secretary announced, pulling me out of my thoughts. _Oh my goodness, are they from Kia? It's been a week since I watched the CCTV footage and saw Kia looking all majestic in it._ "Do you know who they are from?" I enquired, my voice almost breathless. "I have no idea, but it has a card," she pointed out, "I will take my leave now, ma'am," "Yeah, sure," I nodded, my gaze not entirely leaving the flower. It is most likely from Kia. My heart did summersaults at the mere thought of it. Who knows what he wrote on the card? He has the most perfect writing, and I know this beca

  Garvin's POV  Following everything on the list had been both mental and financial.  Everything I did seemed to look like a joke of some sort to Tracy. She had never for once dropped a decent compliment in my gestures. She waved them off and laughed at them, teinbg me how ridiculous I looked. On the other hand, our accounts continued to trend in the streets of social media  Leaning on my chair in the office. Toying with my phone as I thought of the perfect caption for the following badge of pictures I was about to upload. The search engine-generated captions seemed a little bit cheesy and cringe-worthy and would come off as an imposter post. I scrolled tirelessly till my eyes landed on the one I felt was perfect. It read, _minding all that is mine_ '_Bingo_,' I snapped. It was a su

  Tracy's POV... His familiar scent of sandalwood and cigarettes filled the room, announcing his presence as he stepped in. "The place is beautiful as you described," he smiled, sitting opposite me. "And you, Tracy, you look just as stunning he beamed at me "Thank you," I managed a smile, Not in the mood for his compliments. "You seem moody, though," he pointed out, examining my face closely. "Not really," I expressed. "Mm-hmm," he hummed, still peering into my eyes. "What?" I asked, suddenly feeling uncomfortable at the intensity of his gaze. "I know that look on your face," he smiled, leaning into his chair. "What look," "Something is bothering you again, or maybe... someone?" He smirked. _look at him acting all innocent._