Are you..sure? Are you sure..you don't love me anymore?? Drake asked, stuttered, his eyes red, his face haggard, his black hair disheveled. He looked no better than a beggar, his clothes wrinkled seemingly having been worn for a decade. Fate knows how to twist things, when he meets Cynthia Frost he plays the usual playboy card but, do Cynthia Frost's qualities only garner a one night stand? No, he gets addicted. And Cynthia?? Who is she? The most prominent rising supermodel, so alluring and irresistible. She doesn't believe in love. Don't let her sweet public personality deceive you. What does fate have for them when the player gets played and the guarded heart begins to crumble
View MoreDrake waited for the small gate to open up and drove drove his Bugatti in to Cynthia's exquisite compound. He parked and stepped out of the car then walked to the door and rang the doorbell. The door was immediately pulled open to reveal an excited Bernice. "Mr Wilson, what a surprise". Drake squinted his eyes, as if trying to jog his memory to place where he had seen her. He failed."Uhh, nice meeting you?" He said in his deep, metallic voice that caused Bernice to squeal and jump. "Cynthia, don't keep Mr Drake waiting", she shouted and asked Drake in. The moment he stepped in, he was greeted with a mild, alluring and yet intoxicating scent. He recognized it, it was Cynthia's body scent, but how could her scent monopolize the entire house and yet she had guests around, he roamed his eyes around the view of the house, it was simple and elegant, just like her.He smirked and turned to tour a corner he had seen on the right but at that moment, Cynthia walked out of wherever she was hidi
In just a few minutes that Timothy didn't even realise had passed, the door to the cabin was pushed open and a sharp looking lady bolted in with a rush of energy. Timothy looked up thinking it was the medical team sent by Valerie only to see a familiar but strange looking woman who looked to have walked out of a horror television show. She had blood in her hands and rushed to where Cynthia was and knelt down, suppressing sobs. Timothy was stunned, the lady could not even open her lips to cry out, neither could she hold out her bloody hands to hold Cynthia, but what stunned him more was how extraordinary she looked and he wondered where she had come from and why they were here. ¨Castro¨, he heard her call out in a breaking voice and a man walked in from behind her and snatched Cynthia out of Timothy's hands, ¨ Who are you people and what do you want from my Cynthia?¨ Timothy stuttered frantically trying desperately to hold on to her but was slower because he was still in shock. the
Cynthia was to be suspended just outside the V&M building. The equipment had been set up earlier in the day with all the necessary safety props and materials. The video was to feature her, descending from the air and standing just midair in front of the V&M sign, the street below her. She was not as scared as Timothy who held her hand tight. ¨What, are you going to hold me here till six pm?¨ She asked begrudgingly and Timothy let go. ¨You know, you could have just used tech manipulation, we didn't need to come this far¨, he suggested and Cynthia paused then turned to her with a questioning gaze, ¨ Hasn´t any model ever done this in all your life?¨ She asked and he shook his head, ¨They are not you¨, He said and Cynthia smiled. ¨Come on, let's go, am spiderman tonight¨, she said in jest and Timothy stretched his lips slightly. If he had a choice, he wouldn't let her do that. As they walked to the top where she'd be suspended from, they didn't notice a sneaky figure not far away,
¨Ms Frost please stand this way, that spot is kind of off, not visible to the camera¨. The photographer instructed and Cynthia shifted her leg, then paused like a diva in the dress. Her appearance was like that of a beauty god descended on earth to pronounce judgement over those that didn't merit in appearance. Her make up was light, highlighting her big, smoky and lustrous eyes. Her hair was rolled and made into bouncy curls that gave the vibe of both a seductress and an untouchable frost queen. The photographers and the directors were using immense will power to mechanically do their roles, Timothy stood proudly in a corner and watched as the men almost went limp in wonder and the ladies gaped till their jaws touched the floor. He smiled slightly. He had earlier arrived in haste , after a joke told by James Dubois about her safety shook him in fear, but he had done all the necessary check ups and found no fault. He began to wonder if he had over-thought everything and took the jo
¨Why hasn't that girl contacted me yet? Is she still gloating?¨ The man asked and the other next to him inched closer, as if to say something he didn't want any one else to hear. The old man looked at him in disgust and was about to shoo him away but then leaned down and the old man understood he had something to say,¨ uh, boss, my girlfriend loves to watch all that celebrity stuff, so she told me during a conversation that the Ms,.. something happened to her¨, he said and the old man tensed. He paused for a while before speaking up, ¨What do you mean something happened to her?¨ He asked in a displeased voice and the man swallowed. ¨She told me that the Ms was supposed to be hosting a show but lost her voice on stage-¨ the old man stood up sharply causing the man to flinch and step back. The old man breathed heavily, then asked the man to follow him and the two left the warehouse one after the other. ¨What else did she say?¨ He asked the moment they stepped out, the young man tre
Meanwhile, Mrs Wilson sat in front of the television screen, smiling goofily like a five year old. Her hands rested on both her sides and the wine glass on the table before her remained untouched, Mr Wilson walked in with a frown, ¨sweetheart, why is your wine still full, isn't it to your taste?¨ He asked and she shook her head. She was watching a replay of the press conference, the point where Drake stood with Cynthia and walked her out of the conference room. Mr Wilson stared at the screen and his eyes widened in disbelief. If he had anything in his mouth he was sure he would have spitted it out on the screen. Was that his son? Drake? With a woman he has been hearing of for a long time already? He sat down wearily. Was he getting old that he was starting to see things? He looked over at his wife and saw the joy in her eyes, he smiled and stared at the scene, it was only then that he realised it was on loop. He scoffed, ¨what is that?¨ He sneered and his wife turned to him, ¨don'
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