"Bruno... can you pull your face up now?"In reply, Bruno shook his head as he nestled his face against Beauty's soft bosom, and this made Beauty feel a strange itch inside her, wanting something more.She wanted to feed him those soft curves, and the thought of him sucking on her breasts sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach.Her breasts were super sensitive and had not been cherished by anyone before. None of the men she'd been with really loved foreplay with her.They all just fucked her, and that was it-not even a kiss. They just took what they wanted, unaware of the intimacy she really craved.When she was a teenager, she thought that was all there was to it, until one adult movie experience opened her eyes. At first, she thought maybe they were just pretending for the camera.But over time, growing up and gaining more exposure, she learned that men do so much more than that with women they love.As she drifted in thought, Bruno slowly pulled back to look her in the eye, bre
Beauty stood at the same spot after Bruno drove away.Her hands were trembling, and tears streamed down her face, staining the fabric of her shirt. His words echoed in her head, making her feel more pathetic and shattered. How had everything gone so wrong?Suddenly, her phone rang, she ignored it, and it kept ringing repeatedly. She wiped her tears and glanced at the screen, noticing it was an unknown number. She wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone let alone an unknown calling, but then she decided to answer anyway.With a shaky hand, she wiped her eyes and hesitantly picked up the call. "Hello?" she whispered trying to hide her emotions."Beauty Hills right?" a familiar voice.Beauty's heart skipped a beat at the recognition. It was Beyoncé!"Before you hang up, hear me out".She said immediately as if she read Beauty's mind._______________Bruno continued speeding, gripping the steering wheel with anger and frustration. His mind raced, replaying the moment over and over. He
With a deep breath, he started the car again and made a U-turn, heading back in the direction of Eden Lovers Estate.He convinced himself he wasn't ready to forgive her yet. He would take her back to the company, but that was it.He wouldn't let this go further or try hard anymore.Yet, deep down, part of him wondered if he was lying to himself._______________"What do you want?" Beauty snapped angrily, her grip tightening around the phone. "Bruno made me call. He said... he said the only way he won't upload my video or sue me for assault is if I apologized to you and that I should tell you the truth. About what happened at the reunion.""And?" Beauty asked, her voice cracking. She already knew, but hearing from Beyoncé sent a cold shiver down her spine.Beyoncé was surprised."You knew about this? You knew that I blackmailed him?" she asked.Beauty's breath caught in her throat. All this time, Bruno had been telling her the truth. He had been blackmailed. She felt her chest tighte
They arrived back at the company. Bruno drew a deep breath, fighting all his inner demons to resist the urge to steal a glance at her. His mind raced, wondering if she had looked his way. But why does it matter? He is trying to call everything off, anyway.He unbuckled his seatbelt, but before he could step out, Beauty opened the car door herself and walked straight into the building, never once looking back. Bruno's eyes followed her as she disappeared into the company, his eyes blinded to anything else around him, even missing his assistant, Monica, who stood at the entrance, waving at them."Oh, you're back, Beauty," Monica said with a smile, but Beauty ignored her, walking briskly inside without a word."Well, that's rude," Monica muttered, rolling her eyes. She brushed it off before turning her attention back to Bruno.Once Beauty had disappeared completely inside the building, Bruno blinked, swallowed hard, and noticed that his hands were shaking slightly. He threw his head ba
"How am I supposed to know? I didn't go with them," Monica replied defensively."You must know something! What did their body language say?" Kathy snapped, unwilling to let the topic drop."I am sorry. I don't know what you are talking about".Monica stood her ground."Well, you are his assistant,you must have seen something notice something,come on Monica. You don't want me to be your enemy".She persuaded.After a short silent."Well... they both looked... devastated when they got back," Monica admitted hesitantly.Kathy leaned in closer with interest. "What do you mean 'devastated'? Like a couple having a misunderstanding?"Monica shrugged."I don't know, okay? I mean, we all rate Beauty so low, but what if she's in a secret relationship with Sir Bruno? He's so soft with her. He was the reason she got the job in a big company as F&F without being the company's standard. It's something..I mean, you can get anything through to him if you go through her.I even asked her to help m
Abigail and her friend, Lana, sat on the plush sofa in the living room, laughing as they chatted."Girl, it's funny, but fan pages are annoying," Lana complained as she continued scrolling through her phone."I don't know. I like some of my fan pages," Abigail shrugged."Oh, not until someone gets scammed by one of those fake profiles claiming to be Abigail Hathaway," Lana pointed out."Well, I can live with that. The real issue is the blogs and their bullshit. I found one talking about my ass expecting a baby with a secret lover-who is a married man."Lana burst into loud laughter."Sorry, so sorry, but why a married man, though?"Abigail shook her head."I mean, I may fantasize about older men, but come on!"Lana laughed again."Well, that's an annoying one. I saw this on the Channel official page last week. Have you checked it out?""It's nice, but my father will kill me if I don't stick to F&F unless it's business," Abigail rolled her eyes."You have a tough old man," Lana replied
Lana, a stunning and popular model with a flawless complexion and long, dark hair, was dressed in a sexy, figure-hugging jumpsuit that highlighted her curves in all the right places.His brows furrowed as he realized what Abigail was trying to do, even though she knew he had someone-well, not anymore, but still... she wasn't aware of that.Lana took the chance and stood up gracefully, offering him a warm smile as she approached."Hi, Bruno," she said, her voice silky smooth. "It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Lana Queens."She stretched out her hand for a handshake.Abigail prayed silently that he wouldn't ignore her.But Bruno wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. His frustration was written all over his face, and before he could stop himself, he snapped, his voice harsh and cold."I don't have time for this," he growled, barely looking at her as he brushed past and headed toward the stairs.Lana froze, shocked by the sharpness of his words. She had never heard him sound so harsh. Fo
Jessie was sitting on the couch, focused on her novel app,when Beauty walked into the house, her eyes swollen from crying.She definitely cried all the way home, Jessie thought.Then she sighed. "I told you going to work wouldn't help. What happened?" Jessie asked gently, rising from the couch and walking over. "You look... devastated. Talk to me. Did you get to talk with Bruno?"Beauty shook her head, her lips trembling as she tried to hold back the flood of tears. She couldn't even form the words. Jessie took her hand and led her to the couch.Beauty let her bag slip from her hand."Beauty talk to me please... what happened?" Jessie asked again.But instead of answering, Beauty broke down. Tears spilled from her eyes, and her body shook with sobs she could no longer contain. She buried her face in her hands.Jessie quickly sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her. "Shh, it's okay, honey, it's okay," she whispered, rubbing her friend's back in comfort.It took a few minutes for
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,
"Baby."Beauty's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Bruno's voice, pulling her from the whirlwind of thoughts that had consumed her. She blinked and found him standing outside the car, his strong hand extended toward her. For a moment, she just stared at him, her cheeks warming. How long had she been sitting there, lost in her head? She hadn't even noticed him get out of the car.Her lips parted, and a small awkward smile spread across her face. She placed her hand in his, and he gently helped her out of the car."Thank you," Beauty whispered, her voice trembling slightly.As she stepped down, her eyes went to the towering Hathaway mansion in front of her, a breathtaking display of luxury and grandeur. Bruno held her hand as they walked into the house. Beauty's heart was racing with anticipation and nerves. She was going to meet the Hathaway family, and she would be introduced as Bruno's girlfriend!"Something's not right..." Bruno murmured to himself.Just then, the butler approa
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