After he finished fixing the hooks of her bodice, Beauty let out a relieved sigh, thinking it was finally over.But it wasn't.She felt a soft, teasing bite on the side of her waist, and her eyes widened in shock, completely puzzled and, in fact, dumbfounded. When she looked down, she found Bruno's mouth pressed against a small fold of skin at her side.He paused, his teeth still grazing her skin, and then he looked up to meet her gaze."What the hell is he doing?" she managed, her voice barely above a whisper."Excuse me?" she asked again, her cheeks flushed as her mind raced.Bruno awkwardly straightened, slipping his hands into his pockets like a perfect gentleman, even after that act of his."I apologize," he murmured, glancing away briefly. "You just looked so... delicious."Beauty raised a brow, folding her arms."What am I-a snack?"Bruno avoided her gaze, trying to find a more suitable excuse to give. Then an idea came to his mind.Not the best one."The truth is... I... I was
Beauty's arms slipped around his neck, her fingers curling into his hair, pulling him even closer.Each movement, each touch sent sparks through her, making her whole body ignite with a fire she'd never felt before. She felt his breath warm against her skin, his large, masculine hands traveling down her back, drawing her closer to him.When they finally pulled back, both were breathless, foreheads touching as they struggled to catch their breath.Bruno's eyes stayed locked on her lips."Beauty..." he whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, his thumb grazing her lips.Her heart skipped as she noticed his slightly swollen lips and the intensity in his eyes."Yes?" she whispered hotly.He smiled softly, his fingers tracing her jaw."I'm not letting you go, baby. Not ever."He kissed her again, then down to her bosom. Beauty's heart was pounding like crazy; she circled his neck, inviting him more."Oh... Bruno... mmmm," she moaned softly."Fuck!"Bruno cursed, feeling a
Bruno knocked on the door, his heart racing with a mix of anxiety and anticipation as he waited for Beauty to respond. After their earlier interaction, he was determined to make things right once and for all. He needed her to understand him, too."I'm done; you can come in now," Beauty replied.He stepped inside, ready to talk, but was greeted by a sight that made his breath catch in his throat. Beauty stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her short dress that hugged her curves. The neckline dipped low, revealing a generous amount of cleavage. He couldn't help but stare; it left him breathless.Captivated by her beauty, a familiar arousal stirred within him as his gaze traveled down her body."Wow," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You look... really nice."Beauty looked down and muttered, "Thanks.""I apologize for earlier. I didn't mean to ask you to leave like that without considering your feelings... I'm sorry if I was being hard on you, and..." She paused abruptly,
Beauty turned slowly and looked at him, her eyes wet with a mixture of shock and hurt."I should've known," she whispered, her voice trembling, then opened the door and left the room.Before Bruno could say a word.She stormed down the hallway. Her vision blurred as she fought back tears, her chest tightening with each step. She could still hear Bruno's voice echoing in her mind, cutting even deeper than she cared to admit."No one wants to see all that fat anyway..."Just as she rounded the corner, Jessie's voice called out."Beauty!"She paused, clenching her fists beside her, trying as much as possible not to cry and make Jessie ask questions. She couldn't keep being a burden to Jessie because of her issues with Bruno.Jessie walked up to her, wearing a smirk."Well, look who's all dressed up!" Jessie said, clearly impressed as she looked Beauty up and down. "Girl, you are stunning! What's the occasion? Never seen you dress so... you know..."She paused as she saw Beauty's face, a
Late evening, Bruno hasn't set his eyes on Beauty since she left the room angrily, he guessed she must've been busy with the designers.Unlike him, who stayed indoors all day, dwelling on regrets and thoughts about his fight to Beauty.Mrs Lola Cruz told him they will be working together. Her advise to him was hopeful but useless if Beauty won't give him a chance.Now it's late evening and dark, she is yet to return to the room.The F&F group as a whole has been busy too but hasn't engage in any social activities. So they became bored and drained.From their facial expressions, it was clear they all shared the same feeling. They complained to the manager Ferdinand.He raised a suggestion, that they could go outside that night and make a campfire, discuss and chat without making sure of their gadgets.Everyone agreed and they went out. Bruno followed his eyes on Beauty, her coldness was understandable, and the fact that she was avoiding any means of making eye contact with him."Why do
"Nothing, I think she is perfect and very beautiful, why should I change something about someone so perfect?""Aww that's sweet,I accept your answer she is pretty".Jessie replied and nudged Beauty who remained still without looking up.His answer made the rest exchange glances, gossiping with their eyes."Perfection indeed".Kathy murmured.Jessie glared at her.Finally, it was Bruno's turn to spin. He felt a little light headed like he was slightly affected by the alcohol, but still alert enough to play. The bottle came to a stop right in front of Beauty like it was magical.Jessie smirked to himself."Beauty..."Bruno's voice called.She sighed with an eye roll and looked at him."Go ahead and ask your question".Beauty replied, readily like she has prepared herself mentally for this time.Bruno gave her a small smile that sent chills through her, while she tried to maintain her composure."Truth or dare," he asked, his voice sounding deeper and more captivating, softened by the d
He was about to pour another when Jessie noticed and walked over to grab the bottle from his anxious hands. Bruno tried to force a smile to signify he is okay, but it wouldn't come.Jessie looked up."I think that's enough kissing, Beauty!"However, Beauty was trapped as Ferdinand was secretly holding her glued.Only the two could tell, others couldn't see her struggle and Ferdinaerd's harassment."Ferdinard, that's too much!" Kathy laughed. "You're practically getting into foreplay, groping her boobs like that!"The fat slut's probably enjoying it".May snapped angrily."Hey don't call her a fat slut, who do you think you are, because you date Ferdinand?"Jessie replied.In the midst of the heated argument, Bruno stole a glance and noticed that Beauty looked uncomfortable, while Ferdinard seemed to be pushing things too far. No one intervened; perhaps because he was the manager.Unable to watch any longer, he put down his drink and stood up.Enough pretending.He walked over and pu
Jessi advice sound more like a warning, she seemed very upset with her.Beauty wanted to beg Jessi to let her sleep in their room just for the night, but she knew Kathy would never accept it.And Jessie looks like she can't even grant her any request tonight.Shamefully she kept her thoughts to herself and watched Jessie walk back inside.After a minute or so, she drew a deep breath and followed her.As soon as she entered the room and closed the door gently behind her.Bruno lunged at her, pushing her against the wall.Startled, her heart raced against her chest, fear gripping her as he pinned her hands above her head with surprising strength. "Wha... What are you doing, Bruno?" she managed to ask, her voice trembling.He leaned closer, a wicked smile curling his lips."What does it look like I am doing?"He was drunk, she could see and smell it all over him."I am sorry Bruno.."He gripped her bodice, and panic surged through her. She struggled to pull her hands free, fear and anxi
Mr. and Mrs. Hills were cooking together in the kitchen, talking about their daughter, Beauty, and her boyfriend, Bruno. But their conversation was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.Mr. Hills stood up quickly and volunteered to get the door.The door rang again."Hold on!"He shouted and walked to the door. He thought it was Beauty or maybe her friend Jessie, who had come to check on her, just like Eric.But when Mr. Hills opened the door, he froze on the spot.Standing there was a young woman who looked exactly like his daughter, Beauty. She had the same pale skin, the same eyes, and the same long, shiny hair.She looked just like Beauty, except she was thinner. Where Beauty was soft, rounded in places with a natural, effortless beauty, this young lady was slimmer, her features sharper but still very identical.It was like looking at a mirror image of Beauty.She also seemed more into fashion and glamorous accessories and could pass for a supermodel, Mr. Hills thought.He blinked,
Beauty was seated between Bruno's mother and sister, Abigail, with a young boy, around eleven years old, seated across from her. He had a funny look on his face as he tried to get her attention.Next to him sat a stunning elderly woman who looked much younger than her age, her long white hair plaited into two thick strands that cascaded down her shoulders. Despite the visible age in her hair, her face suggested she was in her late fifties.But she's the oldest in the room; she must be older than that. Maybe Bruno's grandma, Beauty thought.She gulped hard, nervously.But the real discomfort came from the presence of her ex, Nathan. He was seated opposite her-the man who had engaged her and dumped her the same day. From the way he looked at her, it was clear he was enjoying the torment he was causing her.Why me?Why today?Why here?Beauty tried to catch her breath, but every time Nathan's wife's elder sister, who was the mother of the boy, glared at her and whispered something to him
Beauty stood in her room, her heart racing with excitement as she applied a light coat of lip gloss. She reached for the body spray, misting it over her shoulders and collarbone before slipping into her wine-colored lingerie. The silk fabric hugged her curves, accentuating her figure. She pulled a satin robe over it, the soft material brushing against her skin as she tied it loosely at her waist.Taking a deep breath, she moved toward the door, her footsteps light and quiet. But as she reached for the doorknob, pulled the door open only to see her mother in front of her door... about to knock.Her stomach dropped."Mo... Mom!" she gasped, her voice trembling.Mrs. Hills stood in the dimly lit hallway, her eyes puffy with sleep yet sharp with curiosity."What... are you doing here, you scared me!"Mrs. Hills crossed her arms, her gaze traveling from Beauty's flushed face to her barely tied robe."Where are you going? It's 1 a.m.""To... to the guest room. I was going to... check on Bru
Just then, Mr. Hills walked into the kitchen, looking bewildered."Son, what in the world... What happened."Eric, standing off to the side, tried to hide a grin, but the corners of his mouth were twitching."Well, this is... awkward.""Stay out of this," Mr. Hills told Eric with a coldness that surprised even Beauty."I'll be in the living room," Eric said awkwardly and walked away from the kitchen.As Beauty and Mr. Hills stood there, assessing the damage with their eyes. Bruno stood awkwardly, still holding the blackened tray with the burnt wings. He looked as if he might collapse from the embarrassment.But to his surprise, Mr. Hills, with a soft chuckle, clapped him on the back, making Bruno's heart jump slightly."Okay, so it's not a total disaster," he said, his voice light with a touch of humor, trying to ease the tension. "You've got some good ones left here."He grabbed a few of the less-burnt wings off the tray."These will do just fine. Don't worry about it, son. You trie
Bruno turned to her with a helpless expression on his face."I've got this. I just... need to decide what to make," he stuttered.Beauty bit her lip to keep from laughing."You don't have to do this, you know...""I've made up my mind. I will impress your dad with my skills."Beauty rolled her eyes."There are two Rolls Royces outside, Babe... They're already impressed. You're setting the bar too high. What would I do to impress your parents?"Bruno said nothing, focused on the food.Seeing his determination, Beauty sighed and walked over to the fridge, pulling out a pack of chicken wings and some basic seasonings."Here, start with these. Wings are a safe bet. I'll set everything out for you."Bruno nodded."Thanks," he muttered.Beauty laid the ingredients on the counter, tied a kitchen apron around him, and smiled proudly."How do I look?"Bruno asked posing."A chef's kiss," she said, demonstrating with a gesture then she took a picture of him.They both laughed."Here." Beauty h
Bruno scoffed, shaking his head."I don't like him. And I'm not gay."Beauty blinked."Is he gay?""Who knows?"Bruno shrugged. Beauty rolled her eyes."What does being gay have to do with this? You don't have to like him like that. I mean, get along with him as a normal person.Maybe even be friends."Bruno frowned."I don't want friends, Beauty. You know that. I'm not the type to...hang out with random people. I'm an introvert, remember?""I know, my love. But you need a friend. And Eric... you can't just glare at him the whole time. My parents are watching. Please, just try. Not as close friends, but... try to be friendly and get along with him."Bruno exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. He met her gaze and saw the pleading in her eyes. Finally, he relented with a grumble. "Fine. I'll try. But if flirts with you, jokeor not ..then I will..""He won't dare".Beauty assured him with a smile.Bruno rolled his tongue and nodded, then pulled her for a kiss."Come on, let's
OutsideAs soon as they were out of earshot, Bruno grabbed Eric roughly by the arm, pulling him a few steps away from the door. His jaw was set, and his eyes burned with barely contained anger."What's your deal, huh? What the hell are you doing here? Did you get paid to ruin my day with Beauty? Or is this just some pathetic attempt to get her attention? I warned you before ...she is mine...what games are you playing?"Eric raised his hands in surrender."Relax, man. I'm not here to steal your girl. I just wanted to welcome her. Thought it'd be a nice gesture."Bruno's eyes narrowed in irritation."A nice gesture? Showing up uninvited, with flowers, to my girlfriend's parents' house while I'm here? That's not a gesture,you are intentionally trying to get on my nerves,today is supposed to be an important day for us...you have no place here".Eric smirked, crossing his arms." Look, I didn't know you'd be here. I came for Beauty, not you. What's your problem? Feeling a little overprotec
Mrs. Hills glanced at the living room. Beauty's expression said it all."I'm sorry... but I don't think Beauty will want to...""Pardon me, Mrs. Hills, but I'm well aware of her relationship with Bruno Hathaway. We're just friends."Mrs. Hills' eyes widened in surprise."Oh, I see. Well, come on in, dear."Eric stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Beauty."Beauty! It's good to see you," he said, then glanced at Bruno.Seeing the jealous expression on Bruno's face, Eric smirked to himself.Beauty stared at him, dumbfounded, her mouth slightly open."Eric? What... why are you here?" she muttered."Who is this?" Mr. Hills asked, but before Beauty could reply, Eric interjected."Hey, is that the new Barcelona jersey?" Eric said, referring to the polo Mr. Hills wore.Mr. Hills perked up, his smile widening."Sure is. I'm a big fan of the team."Eric grinned and gestured to himself."Same here! Been following them since I was a kid."Mr. Hills chuckled, clearly im
As Mr. and Mrs. Hills guided Beauty and Bruno to the dining table, Mrs. Hills beamed uncontrollably."I made this especially for you two. Please, take a seat," she said warmly.Once they were all seated, Mrs. Hills placed a hand delicately on the edge of the table, tilting her head as if piecing together a puzzle."Forgive me, dear," she began, her voice gentle but curious, "but you look so familiar. I feel like I've seen you before, but I can't quite place it."She addressed Bruno, who gave her a nervous smile. Beauty glanced from Bruno to her parents, thinking fast.Mr. Hills nodded, leaning forward slightly."Same here. Have we met before, son?"Bruno managed a polite smile, but before he could respond, Beauty cleared her throat, her cheeks tinged with a slight blush."Actually, Mom, Dad, you probably recognize him because...that must be because he brought me home with his car sometime ago, he's Bruno Hathaway. He's my boss's son."The room fell silent for a moment.Mrs. Hills' eye