As soon as Caruss reached his destination, Sandy's stern frown flashed across his face. He appeared worried and conflicted because he was running late for his first job.
"I'm afraid you'd still have the courage to show up?" Sandy asked arrogantly, raising an eyebrow. "Doesn't it seem embarrassing? This will be your first job, and you're already two minutes late?"
Caruss inclined his back and apologized, "I am so sorry."
"Go get some clothes and change," Sandy foregoing her statement as she handed the dress code to him. "When it comes to schedule, I am truly strict. So, be prompt on time and improve your work," she continued.
Caruss was clueless that Sandy, his boss, was Gregory's kinsfolk. Gregory, likewise, has no transcendent entity that the jerk he despises has been employed and is working for his cousin. Sandy, on the other hand, lighthearted her concern with complete insouciance since she was no longer involved in Caruss and Gregory's mutual enmi
Upon hearing the statements of Mr. Tan, he couldn't speak in total stupefaction since he's not used to being rejected yet so he considered a lot of things. "This is all your fault, Caruss!" he blurted out a very strong emotion in his psyche. "If I was aware that you've been employed here, I wouldn't have arranged a meeting and hesitated to come." While he was still adequately talking to Mr. Tan, he simply ignored the insult to him. "Mr. Tan, I work professionally," he parted his lips and started a conversation once more, "and what I have learned from my experiences, it's not about the character and attitude in human conduct when it comes to modeling, rather it's about whether he's committed and competent at everything he's expected to do." "I don't believe so, Gregory," Mr. Tan straightaway answered back at him, "but we're not just searching for people like that. Our models have decent manners and charming attitudes. They aren't rude and much less sel
Caruss moved forward with impetuosity, rushing out to the condo, and drove his Lamborghini to the clubhouse so he could send Gregory home. Since Mr. Wayle had entrusted to him his hunk idol, therefore he still has to pick him up, even if he wanted to rest, even if Gregory chases him away and despises him to the point of death. After all, he still wants to forfend Mr. Wayle's trust in him. He then take action to the entrance with haste as soon as he got to the opulent clubhouse. Unfortunately, the watchmen refused to let him in, since the club was exclusive for the VIPs. He insisted though they can obviously see how pricey his Lamborghini parked across the street, he still can do nothing after he couldn't have presented any VIP voucher. Caruss was now in serious trouble and unsure how to get Gregory home. Then he decided to get back into his Lamborghini, hoping to make touch with Mr. Wayle again. Of a sudden, there was a fortuitous chance occured, he noticed a gay dad
"Is that..." he stammered in asking.His iris was being distorted while his lips were deliberately garbled and sifted impurities from what he had seen. From those puffy spherical jellylike hollow photosensitive organs, followed by a thick line of hairs in the upper part of a steep eye and down to the kissable edge fleshy labium beneath the nose bridge, he did not doubt that it was truly his ogling idol, Gregory Wayle.Gregory's titillating trunk alarmed him with an imminent sharp intimation, so he merely stupefied and gazed, unable to move his legs much, catching his breath several times and being timorous from a timid disposition while worrying a lot that he might be caught."Damn! What is fucking Gregory doing here? Is he will be the client? No way!" he puts a mark on his head."Hey," his hunk idol called his attention and lifted closer to him, while he couldn't form any phrases in his mind as he was being perplexed. Then, Gregory made a quick leftward motion of the head, expressin
When Caruss could no longer detain Gregory who carefully trying to uncover him, knowing that he would be slain directly in front, he exclaimed an obtrusive volume of sound just to surcease and desist his act, "Help! Can someone save me? Please help!" and Gregory was being entangled by his vociferating, which was obnoxious to hear.Fortunately, there's a sudden knock on the door which interrupted Gregory from removing the mask, and still lucky for Caruss that he will not be caught. Gregory, on the other hand, pretended to be clearheaded first like a usual person who doesn't being under the influence of too many liquors, as well as checking his breathing, calming his annoyed mind while having a sinuous walk, and lithe movements towards the room entrance. Then, a muscular crew burst into his sight at the door. "Sir, is there a problem here? I heard a scream asking for help," he inquired, peering behind him.But only a halcyon reply Gregory has responded and he even managed to crack a jo
"I can't take it any longer, Greg. Ugh! I don't understand why you always make me tease like this!" Caruss screamed in his room, staring at the magazine he was clutching. He was enjoying the numerous publications of his ogling ultimate crush, Gregory Wayle who's one of Greentown State's finest hunk models. "You are truly handsome, huh? I'll never get tired of staring at you, my gosh!" he said with a charming twisted mouth, expressing his amorous zeal. However, Gregory Wayle's promotions are lacking, yet his charisma was strong enough to encompass an incomprehensible longing in his supporters. Furthermore, paparazzi who are aware of his existence would undoubtedly daydream, and Caruss is one of them.
Caruss's best friend, Sheena Becker - the actress, soon salvaged him after knowing his condition. With little space in her condo, Caruss has no option but to stay. He decided to dwell first at Sheena's house and search for an apartment hereafter daybreak. "I'm so sorry if I bothered you, Sheena. I just don't have anyone else to seek help. My bank accounts were locked with just a click of Papa's phone right away. So, I have no option to reach you," Caruss explained as he was racked with coughing spasms while Sheena couldn't decipher what he said. "How...how much do you want?" Sheena's forehead furrowed and asked how much money Caruss needed. "Huh? No, it's not like that. I truly have no one else to approach at this moment except you," Caruss wondered as he tried to explain. He also felt ashamed in front of her due to the fast incident. "Is that what you mean? Oh Caruss, don't mind it. You're the one I'm worried about right now because o
“Who are you? What you got here, huh?" Greg's tongue seems too thick and makes it hard to talk and form a word. "I want to have another drink and I'm about to get hammered. Oh, I don’t know if I want to...you know, go," he even laughed that it was pointless to say. Caruss choked a tad as he began dripping again. He didn't know what was Greg trying to imply as they were facing each other now. He also wasn't so sure if his hunk idol does recognize him because of the tape. A fast-paced incident happened, Caruss was alarmed, even more, when Greg came slightly closer to him which cause their noses to pertain. Greg's uplifting look flowed all over Caruss's face and then he became even more anxious. He also noticed Greg's fist that was already rooted in anger. "Will he be going to punch me now?" Caruss mumbled to himself and felt queasy. "Will he hurt me? Why is he just staring at me?" He added as his sweat also trickled.
"For Pete's sake! You surprised me there, Greg. You almost gave me a heart attack." Caruss reaction was unreadable and his sights were broadened at what had happened. He was even more anxious when his body groped Greg's abdominal muscles and brushed the bulge. "Hey, did you even think that I will take advantage of you now, huh? I admit that I am dreaming up about you but I'm not that pervert. Nothing will be going to happen. Nothing!" Caruss rolled his eyes. He then took a distance away as to once he's afraid that Greg might awaken and catch him ahead. There he gently let his hunk idol slumber on the cloak he prepared as he decided to change the doss. Greg intensified his snore while Caruss couldn't nod off well. He closed his eyes and tried to force himself to sleep but what 'went on' recently was still confused in