LOGINThe makeup artist's hand froze in midair. Embarrassed, she quickly lowered her gaze and resumed dusting powder across his face. "You've been doing his makeup ever since he came to France and you're still not used to his eye contact?" Her assistant whispered. "Can you blame me?" she whispered back. "His eyes are... dangerously distracting. And he got long lashes too." They both chuckled quietly. Tarzan remained expressionless, seemingly indifferent to the conversation even though he could hear them clearly. ______ Meanwhile, Lena stood frozen by the car, feeling utterly out of place. Then a tall young woman approached—slender legs, healthy curls,head band and a sky blue tennis-ball gown so short it left the curve of her cheeks exposed. She walked like she owned a runway, those heavy makeup shows she wasn't an athlete or anything, the dress was just foe fashion sake. "Hi, I am Niva and you are?" She asked, stopping in front of Lena. "Oh… I am… T—Mr. Silver's man
The moment he settled into the driver's seat, the rich scent of his cologne flooded the car, making Lena's pulse stutter. She'd missed that scent so much she had to physically fight the urge to lean over and inhale him like a desperate fool. Tarzan started the engine without a word. The drive was painfully silent. Lena folded her hands neatly on her lap, stealing glances at him whenever she dared. His attention stayed fixed on the road—one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel, the other tapping an absent rhythm against it. She sighed and turned toward her window. Where do I even start? "Andres is my half-brother"? No. That didn't feel like the best way to reopen a conversation—not after everything he'd been through. Her mind kept spinning, tangled in indecision. Tarzan stole a glance at her and caught her profile silhouetted against the glass. His eyes drifted to her outfit. Looked way better than I imagined. Lena felt the weight of his gaze and turned her
The next morning, Lena woke earlier than usual. It was her first official day as Tarzan's manager.By the time he arrived, she was already waiting in front of her building.When Tarzan's car pulled into the driveway, he frowned slightly in surprise—he hadn't expected her to be there before him.His gaze swept over her appearance. Lena was dressed in a simple, plain knee-length gown, with minimal makeup and her hair neatly tied back.Just as she reached for the car door, Tarzan stepped out first. Lena's eyes sparkled at the sight of him in a light pink shirt—then drifted to the large shopping bag in his hand.Without a word, he held it out to her."Here," he said. "If you're going to be my manager, you have to dress like one."Lena blinked, then accepted the bag with both hands. "Oh... okay."With that, she turned and headed back inside to change, while Tarzan leaned against the side of his car, rubbing a hand over his face as he waited.Once in her room, she opened the bag and pulled
Diana’s voice continued.“Now I pitied him. His obsession with you isn’t healthy… and it’s not something that can easily be explained. We all have our demons—those little things that loosen the screws in our heads. That first week, he literally went insane. Some nights I had to stay with him. I’m telling you frankly, he went four days without sleep. The only thing that eventually helped him pass out was… masturbating.” She paused. “Don’t ask me who he pictured.”Diana exhaled slowly before continuing.“When even that stopped working, he started drawing your face every morning the moment he woke up—like he was terrified of forgetting a single detail. At some point, he turned to drugs. That was when I stopped recognizing him. He got addicted and changed totally...his emotions was hardly seen on his face. He lost lot of projects because of that."Lena’s grip tightened on the phone until her knuckles ached. Diana went on. “This strong young man who survived watching his own parents murd
Back at the apartment, Lena hadn’t moved from her spot. The food on the table had gone cold, and the heavy silence pressed in on her from every corner of the room. Finally, she stood, her legs shaky beneath her, and began clearing the dishes with mechanical movements. *Why did I push so hard?* she thought, rinsing a plate under the scalding water. *He’s right… it’s his life. But I can’t just stand by and watch him destroy himself.* A new, uneasy thought slipped in: *Maybe he already found a new manager. That would explain why he didn’t answer when I said I accepted the offer.* Her phone buzzed sharply on the counter. Her heart lurched. She rushed over, nearly knocking over a glass. A message from Silver Adams. "Tomorrow. 8 a.m. Studio briefing. I’ll come pick you up." Lena stared at the screen, her pulse stuttering. *So I’m really starting tomorrow?* *That means he’s my boss now.* She picked up the phone with trembling fingers and typed back a simple reply. **Lena
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“We will close it when you get back in shape. What do you think?”He said it with a smile, which only confused me more.The words didn’t make sense at first. They floated in the air around me like smoke.“What do you mean by ‘open our marriage’? Our marriage wasn’t a secret, Mitch,” I whispered, ge
I felt a surge of encouragement from Mitch’s soft gesture the night before. It gave me the strength to jump up from the chair, ignoring my exhaustion. I decided to finish the icing and cake decorations before five in the morning. I worked quickly, then rested for a bit with my phone beside me. Wh
I removed the lingerie and carried my heavy legs to the bathroom to take a bath before cooking something to eat.A bath will calm my nerves a little, I told myself.I turned on the bathroom light and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked horrible, just as I had expected. The makeup was ruined—bl
The silence after my outburst was deafening.Mitch hadn’t moved.He was still standing by the door with one hand on the handle, staring at me in a way that made me instantly regret my outburst.I had never raised my voice like that before.So I understood his reaction.I shouldn’t have yelled. It w







