Nathan gritted his teeth. He had only looked away for a minute and now the woman in his arms was drunk. Completely, utterly drunk. And it was clearly his fault for not being quick enough. “Hi handsome!!” Ericka giggled again, poking his cheek this time. “Your face… it’s so… sculpted… Did someone carve you from marble?” she mumbled, half awake and half asleep. Nathan cursed under his breath. He glared daggers at Luke who was chuckling at his predicament. “Luke, what the hell did you give her? What did she drink?” he snapped, his arms tightening protectively around her as she swayed forward again. She grabbed his chin and tilted his face on either sides. "You are so handsome! But why would you carry that poker face everywhere?" Ericka asked, pouting. Luke couldn't hold himself back and burst into laughter. Nathan's glare intensified and Luke immediately grasped the situation. He held up both hands in mock innocence. “I swear I gave her a mocktail. But she must’ve grabbed
Author's point of view... Just as Ericka wanted to leave, Luke appeared beside her, having just come out of the restroom. His face beamed with excitement when he saw her. His plan was on its way to success. But something seem to be off. He saw her frozen by the door. “Ericka…” he said excitedly but the woman before him was so shocked to respond. He followed the line of her gaze and was stunned. A blonde was sitting on Nathan's lap. "Wait!! What?? A stripper on Nathan's lap??" he was as stunned as Ericka because this never happened in the past. Though there were many girls around them, Nathan never let any of them near him. Then what was going on?? "Ericka... that....was...." he muttered, panic rising in his voice. He never expected that his friend might be engaged in something like that when his wife finally showed up. He immediately stood before her, blocking her view. “You—You’re here already.” He looked at the expression on Ericka's face and his mind concoqeted anothe
Author's point of view... Ericka was so tensed that she ran out of the auditorium and started looking for a cab. She didn't even bother asking for her payment either. She thought she could just ask Paul afterwards. As she waited for any means of transport to arrive, she nervously tried to switch on her phone at least once, to send a message to inform her whereabouts. At least, she could send a text to notify Nathan that she is coming back. Last time, when she ignored his calls, there were consequences that had to face. She wasn't ready for another tragic encounter with him. But just as she stood there, a voice jolted her from behind. “Texting your boyfriend to pick you up?” Startled, she spun around. “Mr. Grant!” He stood right behind her with his hands in his pockets, his eyes scanning her. “I’m surprised a woman like you actually has a boyfriend..." he added sarcastically, Ericka held back her urge to roll her eyes. "I suppose men have a weird taste these days
Author's point of view... Robert Grant remained silent for several long seconds increasing the tension in the air. Time seemed to stretch as everyone stayed frozen, waiting for his verdict. Then finally, his eyes darted from the models to the girl standing there nervously and as if surprising everyone around him, he chuckled. A pair of slight dimples graced his cheeks, adorning his handsome features even more. If he was handsome before, he looked other worldly with that smile. “I honestly didn’t expect you to have any real skills.” he commented and everyone was dumbfounded. That wasn't just a comment but a praise coming out of that arrogant man's mouth and this might be their first time in their entire life that Mr. Grant, the famous Robert Grant, praised someone. “Huh?” Ericka blinked in confusion. Is he really smiling? Did he just admit his defeat? Paul let out a loud sigh of relief as he walked over with his hands flowing upwards. “Bravo!" his dramatic yelp brought e
Author's point of view... Robert Grant smirked. "Don't be so eager to agree!" he said with a warning in his tone. Ericka frowned. Paul was so taken aback by her attitude that he turned pale and quickly pulled her back, whispering urgently, “Erika, You can’t talk to him like that. You must not. He once fired more than a dozen makeup artists in a single month and those who offended him are still suffering a great loss!” “I don’t care.” she smacked without thinking. Ericka looked back at Mr. Grant. He raised an eyebrow, amused. "Fine! If you are desperate to accept this challenge, I can't help it" Ericka was starting to get annoyed. That arrogant man was willing to lose his precious event just to win over her. What a fool! She didn't say a word which made him grit his teeth. He thought she would be terrified by now and would beg him for mercy but she didn't budge. He continued his warnings, "If you lose you would have to work as a janitor for me for your entire
Author's point of view... Ericka blinked, still stunned. She looked down at her outfit, plain jeans and a light blue pullover. Her eyes almost covered with a thick layer of additionally attached bangs and with her hair pulled back in a loose and simple ponytail, it's true that she looked completely out of place. She wasn’t wearing the stylish clothes that Nathan had arranged for her. Those designer dresses weren’t suitable for work, especially not in a busy, messy setting. And of course, she didn't want to use anything related to Nathan for the time being. Ericka deliberately wore some old fashioned big rimmed black glasses that hid half of her facial features successfully and covered the rest of her pretty face with a slightly darker shaded makeup to look a little older. Anna suggested her to look somewhat experienced and not so attractive just in case to avoid any complications. After all, Anna was a bit over protective about her friend. However, looking at the man's disdain