LOGINI immediately went to Studio 7 to see if there was still a test shoot going on. I hoped that not all the staff had left yet so I could ask them who had used the studio. When I arrived, I froze because I found nothing but cleaners left. I went inside and looked all around; there was no trace of them, and even the equipment and backgrounds they used were gone. This could only mean one thing: they started early and didn't tell anyone about this test shoot. What puzzles me is why are they hiding it? Are they doing something behind my back? And who on earth are the models those two girls mentioned? What irritates me even more is the annoying smirk on my ex-manager's face, as if he has some massive bombshell waiting for me. I asked one of the cleaners where Jordan Mavkos was, and they told me he had already left with his brothers and some others, and they didn't know where they went. Annoyed, I stormed out of the studio and bumped into Annie."Damn! Where the hell have you been, Annie?! I w
I packed a few essentials into my bag to bring along for my photoshoot today. I have a pouch with wet wipes, pull-out tissues, perfume, a small towel, and of course, a tumbler filled with water. I also brought extra clothes, compact powder, lip gloss, a comb, and a scrunchie to tie my hair up. I grabbed my phone and house keys, and once I made sure I hadn't forgotten anything, I stepped out of our room. I checked the kitchen, the stove, and the electrical outlets before finally leaving the mansion. Dakila was already waiting for me in the car, so I locked the door and walked over. My friend smiled at me and gave me a thumbs-up. He opened the backseat door for me, and I thanked him before sliding inside. I had him temporarily stop the car at the gate, and I was deeply touched to see Manong holding a placard with a congratulatory message for me. It really warmed my heart, and I promised him right then and there that I would cook his favorite dishes for him again.As we drove along, my p
We headed up another flight of stairs and entered a room that wasn’t particularly large. Compared to the apartment my brother shares with Dakila, this space was much smaller, but it featured a living area, a mini kitchen, and a queen-sized bed. I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. “Are you hungry? I’ll order some food for delivery,” he said while grabbing something from the refrigerator. He held a cold bottle of water and handed it to me. I accepted it and thanked him. “How do you feel? Were you comfortable with what we did earlier?”“Of course! I really enjoyed posing. What about you? Did you like the shots you took? Will they pass the standard for my test shoot tomorrow? My expressions? My body positioning?” He sat down beside me, holding my hand with a warm smile on his face.“You’re amazing as always, babe. We didn’t even pause for a break, and you stayed completely composed. You are truly ready. Just remember everything we’ve taught you and appreciate the good thin
Dakila and I were out in the garden sipping tea while the cleaning crew was inside tidying up the house. We went outside so we wouldn't get in their way, allowing them to finish their job quickly. I had insisted to the brothers several times that I could clean the house myself, but they refused to let me, saying I have different priorities now. They added that I am no longer a housemaid who needs to clean up the place. Come to think of it, I’ve been really busy preparing for my test shoot as well as my upcoming photoshoot for the anniversary and Femme Fatale. They told me I need to stay fit and healthy and remain very focused, especially since this will be my first official photoshoot. I am doing exactly that and have already started regulating my food intake to truly maintain my figure.Dakila and I were chatting happily, and I asked him how my brother was doing after our mother’s sudden appearance at their apartment. I was glad when he said Omad was doing okay. They had already talk
I have been lying in bed for quite a while now, unable to fall asleep after everything that happened today. Because of my mother’s sudden appearance here at the apartment, she found out about my relationship with Dakila, that I am a man who loves another man. The words she hurled at me earlier cut so deep, and I was genuinely shocked because I never expected her to come to my apartment. If only the front door hadn't been left unlocked, she wouldn't have just walked right in. She caught us red-handed, but perhaps this is for the best anyway.Now I won't have to go through the agony of coming out to my parents. But what about Dakila’s family? I just hope my mother doesn't expose us or go storming over to their place back home. I pray she doesn't do that. I knew this would be her reaction, but it still hurts so deeply. At least my sister accepts me; it means the world to know she’s there for me. She managed to stay positive even though our mother belittled her once again. I still can't c
I smile at my reflection in the full-length mirror, looking incredibly glam and edgy. I am dressed in a full set of luxury apparel and jewelry. I have also spritzed on my favorite perfume and slipped into my killer heels. I am heading to the J4 building today, and I am absolutely thrilled about my welcome party, which I know for a fact is a surprise they have prepared just for me. I am also eager to lay eyes on the Mavkos quadruplets once again. Even though I had a French lover keeping me company during fashion week, it wasn't nearly enough to quench my thirst for the brothers. I deliberately gave them almost a full month to finally realize that when I'm gone, they will desperately yearn for me.Now that I am making my grand return, I am certain those lowly staff members will be overjoyed, and those newbies who look up to me will admire me even more because I am positive they watched my every move during fashion week. I truly love the way they look at me; it's as if I were a goddess g







