Chapter 8

Punishment

I tilted my body sideways and did another pose. The wind gently blows my dress. I smiled at the camera before projecting another pose.

*click*

“Nice! Now a little fiercer!” Lance shouted from the beach.

He decided to do his little photo shoot here in Tagaytay. And as part of our agreement, I became his model. In return for what he did for me.

I don't know exactly what happened after. He didn't even tell me what happened after he successfully punctured the tire of Santi's delivery truck. Yes, I made him do that. That's not even enough of the shame I felt because of what Santi did.

My feet and legs were slightly wet from the seawater. A few minutes later, Lance called for a break. I slowly walked to my sun lounger. I looked at him as I sip on my drink.

"Are we not done yet?" He was walking in my direction when I asked that.

"Few more shots and we're good," he smiled.

I nodded and he continued looking at the pictures. It's good that we'll be done in a while. I've been