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As they walked into the studio, Hannah broke the silence."You know, we called you like fifty times. My thumb is actually sore from dialing."Tarzan chuckled.He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck."Sorry about that.""Yeah, yeah, you already apologized. Just saying," Hannah replied."Then stop complaining about it and let him be!" Nora snapped."Calm down, Nora. Just because you're Lena's best friend doesn't mean she made you in charge of her boyfriend's comfort," Hannah replied."What did you just say to me?" Nora snapped back.As the two went on with their bantering, Jessie's eyes narrowed as she sighted a smudge of red lipstick above Tarzan's collar.She elbowed Nora, then Hannah, tilting her head toward the evidence.They started whispering to each other in suspicion.Tarzan noticed but decided to ignore.Soon, the sound of stilettos on marble announced Ella's approach before she even appeared.She was moving faster than someone in six-inch heels should reasonably be able
"Is that why she looked at me like I was some dirt? She has always been sweet to fans... Do I look dirty?" Hannah asked as she looked down at her carefully chosen outfit that she had spent an hour picking out."Hannah, sweetie, don't let it get to you," Jessie cooed, pulling her closer. "She's just being a bitch."Nora watched the two.They always fought like a cat and a mouse, but they also looked out for each other.She sighed."What Jessie said is true, Hannah," Nora added, her tone softening slightly. "Many of these celebrities are not as nice as they seem on social media. That's why I don't fan over them."Just then, a security guard approached them, his professional demeanor barely masking his annoyance at the commotion.He asked what they wanted, and they explained that a top model had invited them.Nora showed him the card that Tarzan had given them.The guard didn't believe them and shook his head with authority."No model has the right to invite random friends to this place.
Nora, Jessie, and Hannah were standing at the entrance door of the modelling building, looking confused.The imposing glass doors reflected their appearances back at them, a reminder of how long they'd been standing there like misplaced mannequins."We can ask that security guard over there about her, right?" Jessie said, craning her neck toward the uniformed guard."I can't believe he's not answering our phone calls after he called us here. Or did he forget about it?" Hannah added, aggressively refreshing her call log as if the twentieth time would magically produce a different result.Her thumb hovered over the call button again, itching to press it."Guys, calm down," Nora interjected, though her own patience was also wearing thin. "He's also a model—of course he would be busy too. It was his card that gave us a permit into this place, so I'm certain he was just being distracted by work."Hannah sighed."Well, we can't just stand here all day like outcasts. We need to sit somewhere
"You don't remember, do you?"Tarzan swallowed hard and rubbed his neck."Sorry," he said with a pitiful face.Lena smiled and shook her head."We said no sex for now... besides, I'm still on my period, you know."His eyes widened in realization."Oh... that's true... I'm sorry again. I got carried away."He said and pulled away, his hands retreating as if burned, though every fiber of him screamed to reach back.Lena smiled back softly."You don't need to apologize, because I led you on. I am also at fault."Tarzan dropped beside her on the couch, throwing his head back with a frustrated sigh that rumbled from somewhere deep in his chest."How long are you waiting?"He asked it like a man drowning, grasping at anything.Lena chuckled."I don't know—you were the one called privately into the doctor's office. You made the decision with the lovely doctor," Lena replied.Tarzan's heart skipped, then stopped before slamming against his ribs. He straightened immediately, turning to her wit
"Better. Waaay better." She let her head fall back, eyes closing for a moment. Tarzan moved to the mini fridge and pulled out two bottles of water. He opened one for her with a smooth twist, then settled beside her. "Here. You need it." "Thanks babe." She took it, and drank from the opened bottle. The cool water ran down her throat soothing the dryness. She hadn't realized how parched she was until the first sip hit her tongue. Before she knew it, she'd emptied the entire bottle, and she looked up to find him watching her with an amused glint in his eyes. She laughed at his expression. "Oh my goodness, now I can finally breathe." She turned again to Tarzan with a smile—and caught him staring. This time his gaze was fixed on her lips in an intense way she'd seen before and she knew what that look meant. The moment stretched, taut and fragile, before he awkwardly looked away, clearing his throat. "You should stay right here until you are ready to go back t
I forced myself up and walked back into the bedroom Mitch and I had shared for three years of our marriage. I hadn’t slept in that bed for over two years now. Not since I left it. Every morning, he used to wake me up to complain about my snoring. I apologized. Then… I started staying awake
I met Mitch fifteen years ago at a coffee shop. I was sixteen, working as a store assistant and trying to look like I had my life together. I still remember what I wore that day. A faded white sundress scattered with tiny yellow flowers. Sandals laced around my ankles. Mitch was standing in
You will never truly understand heartbreak until it comes from the same man who once adored you—who protected you, who loved you without hesitation. “What’s the number?” My husband’s voice came from the doorway. I flinched and looked up. That’s how sad my life had become—the usual routine of ste
The message I sent to my husband Mitch was left unanswered. Just like the ones I sent days ago… weeks ago. He had stopped replying to my texts. I scrolled through the one-sided conversation, my heart tightening at how pathetic it looked. Suddenly, a message popped up. Hoping it was his reply, I







