Palace Royal Hotel´s entrance was covered by a sea of reporters by noon, when Cynthia was still home bantering with Drake. She was said to be the most expensive model in Denver and beyond, because of her shoot to popularity that caught many by surprise, her big contribution to placing V&M among the world's top five most wanted fashion houses, and also her quiet life that was mostly free of scandals, well not until a few weeks ago. A number of reporters flooded the gates of the press conference´s venue the moment it was open to them, leading to some of them being injured during the struggle. It was just the early hours before the actual conference began, but there was already chaos on the seating arrangements, the hotel manager smirked at them in amusement, this was really good publicity.¨Get them in already, everything's all set¨, he commanded the head of security and then left. As he stepped away, he received a call that he immediately picked up, ¨Mr Wallace¨, he said the moment t
Shortly, the Saturday for Cynthia's press conference had arrived in a twinkling of an eye and for every second Cynthia sat calmly on her favorite sofa, Drake got more nervous, for reasons he could not explain. Being with Cynthia had made him feel many types of emotions he often saw as foreign, but when it came to her, he felt they were all justified. Sebastian had left two days ago, and it was only Cynthia left at her house, though Drake often stopped by despite the hostility he was receiving from her. He stood by the kitchen counter in a daze, his mind had conjured up a million things to say to her but his legs could not even lead him to the living room where she sat, reading a book when the conference was five hours away. Not that he expected her to be nervous, he just felt that after the conference, there'd be many changes that he felt nervous, and afraid that they were coming to the end he wished should never come. He had been confident about everything all his life, but all
¨Boss this is not how things should be¨, Connor tried to extract Jeffery from the numerous alcohol bottles spread before him but was of course failing for the upteenth time. ¨What does he have that I don't?Jeffery asked dejectedly and Connor inwardly scoffed, a lot boss, a lot. For example, he has her right now, and you have alcohol while the company cries out for your presence. He thought and felt like speaking some sense into his boss' head but he knew that would be the end of him.¨ Boss-¨¨ whatever¨, Jeffery cut him and stood up, staggering before standing straight and heading for the bathroom. As the cold water washed down his athletic body, Jeffery looked himself in the eyes through his reflection on the floor to ceiling mirror and a sly smile spread across his lips. It was soon her birthday, she'll be twenty two then, the moment she was to be given out in marriage, hehe, if Sebastian was fine with her fooling around with Drake as he watched, he'd mess things up and make su
¨M.Mom, are we leaving today then?¨ Lila asked Mrs Beatrice as they walked to the elevator toward the exit. Beatrice nodded but said nothing else. She had been having many thoughts recently, and a lot didn't make sense. Sebastian's obsession with Cynthia, Jeffrey's inexplicable attention for her that surpassed that for a mere employee and Drake Wilson's announcement of her as his girlfriend to the public which was not a very wise move considering the wallowing gossip concerning her reputation. She had had her men follow Sebastian because Valerie was concerned and though she did not disclose to Valerie that Cynthia had had another episode which almost took her life, she also became alarmed by the attention the three top men in Denver were giving one model, it was as if they all knew something and they were protecting her. Her mind was clouded, she knew her son had never shown any interest in women, though he rarely was home, she as a mother could tell, that he had never taken any ot
¨What do I mean?¨ Cynthia retorted and Drake felt his heart shatter more at her aloof and cold speech, it was like they had gone back to the days when he wanted her for revenge. ¨I-¨ he started but his tongue got caught in his throat and couldn't go on. Cynthia shook her head indifferently and walked away. Drake's gaze followed her slowly. If he could rush up to her and tell her he loved her more than she could ever imagine, she would not believe him right now, he turned his gaze and was about to leave the lounge when he spotted Sebastian not far away, standing there with a hard face. Anger sprung through his veins and he immediately, like a gust of wind, rushed to his side and landed a punch straight onto his face. Sebastian staggered backwards and held his nose that had been on recovery, He looked at Drake and smiled wickedly, his lips covered in blood from his nose, ¨I love to see you worked up, but am not the cause¨. Sebastain said cautiously and Drake resisted sending him an
Cynthia was stunned when Sebastian took her by her arms and pulled her into himself in a tight hug. She remained rigid for a while and didn't return the hug, but she was surprised she was not repulsed by him at all. Then it dawned on her that she had never been repulsed by him. The hug went on for a little longer than it was supposed to and Cynthia, who had regained her senses, was about to push Sebastian off when she noticed something wet on her back. Was he crying? She became puzzled, for the first time in her life, she felt bad for how she had treated someone else. She blinked multiple times to get her emotions in check then slowly pushed Sebastian off. Coming face to face, she could see the trace of the tear, and his eyes were red, her brows furrowed. ¨Did I hurt you by calling you an asshole?¨ She asked softly in an apologetic tone, wondering how this tough looking man with a deadly aura had the guts to shed a tear in her presence and Sebastian said nothing but instead watched