LOGINBonnie's POV I wasn't sure how to react when our lips met, and it seemed like Mich intentionally paused for a moment to confirm if I wanted this or not.Well, my buzzing phone gave us a response and he jerked back immediately.I fished out my phone from the fancy champagne gold, crescent-shaped purse covered in tiny sequins that Mich had given me for the occasion.It was my mum calling. Ordinarily, I wouldn't have picked her call, but since I desperately needed a distraction from Mich, I swiped the dancing green icon.“Hey, mum." I exhaled deeply, staring out the window again. My heart was still racing and I could still feel the feel of Mich's face close to mine."Bonita, I can see my baby is trending all over the internet, thanks to you. You got him that job, right?”I could hear the smile in her voice and pictured her grinning from ear to ear with pride and pleasure. Mum had always sought a reason to be proud of us. “Bonnie got me this beautiful pendant on my neck for my birthday
Bonnie's POV Dean was faster. He jogged up to me. “How can you be leaving without telling me? You said you will wait for me?”Damn. I almost forgot I ought to give him the money for his new phone before leaving. "I'm sorry, but I'm not actually leaving yet. I was just going to see Shirley.” I pointed at her ahead.Mich approached me, unable to take his eyes off Dean. “You signed up for the Fashion Show at La Monte, right?”Dean flashed him a smile. "Yeah. I heard the next show is tomorrow.”"Cool. Tomorrow then." Mich said calmly with a nod. “You don't need to communicate with any staff member outside that. The decision is not theirs to make.”Dean was puzzled and stared at me, but I flashed him a wink and shook my head slowly.“Yeah, of course." Dean caught my signal and said.“Let's go, Bonnie." Mich tried to lead me to his car."Please, wait.” I stepped up to Dean to whisper in his ears. “I know what he just said sounds dumb, but don't ever let him know we're siblings." Dean gig
Bonnie's POV I was super irritated with their chanting.What the hell gave them the impression that we had something going? What was so special about what we had just done that warranted a dumb kiss?I pushed my chair back and stood up, then blew air kisses to them. Next, I picked up the fancy purse I was given for the show and left the table hastily, hurrying inside. Mich had just sat with a smug expression, watching me.I hurried to the changing room with two of the staff following behind me."Are you crazy?” One of them blurted. "Why did you hurry out? Do you know how many girls are dying for that opportunity?”I scoffed as we entered the changing room. It's a golden opportunity for them, not me. I would never be a sample product for Mich.“Please, can you help me unzip?" I asked."No. You're the dumbest girl on the planet, right now.” she snapped coldly. “So help yourself." The other lady shook her head at me, rolled her eyes and left. I snorted and indeed helped myself. If only
Bonnie's POV Well, I ignored the girl and pulled Dean to a corner by the counter. He was puzzled and tried to withdraw, but I held on to him tightly. “Gosh. I can't even talk to my own brother." I stamped my feet in exasperation. His face lit up at once in recognition. "Bonnie!” He hugged me tight before I could blink. "Hey, you're choking me.” I whined, struggling to breathe. He grabbed my two hands and kissed my forehead. "I've been searching all over the place for you.” "Liar. You told that big guy in red that you wanted to serve tables.” "Simon? Yeah. I just…for extra bucks, you know. And what about you? Look at my sissy. All glam and sham." He held up my hand like he was going to twirl me around, but I wiped him hard on the shoulder and he winced. "You are the sham here. Where's your phone?” He made a face at me. "How many times have I warned you to stop hitting me in public?” I beat him again, and he winced again. "Ouch!” "You just came and you lost your phone already
Bonnie's POV I glanced around in desperation for where to hide from Mich when I suddenly saw a door leading to the restroom. So quickly, I grabbed my bag and hurried to the one marked for the female.I did my thing and stayed there for a while, making sure to adjust my shades, pulling my cap as low as possible.When I returned, I found Mich sitting at a table, next to the photographers. He had taken off his shades already and was laughing with one of the guys in the team. He looked particularly handsome today. Was it because of his fresh haircut? Or clothes? Or because he decided to smile?Indeed, it was an ad shoot just as I had thought. His presence had obviously attracted more people inside, and within a short moment, there was a queue outside.The big guy in a red shirt who was supposed to hand me a uniform beckoned on me, and I followed him to the kitchen entrance.“Hey, Bonnie. Could you help us out with something? The lady we invited to film this with Mr. Monte had an emergenc
Bonnie's POV I glanced around the room in wonder. There were two simple metal bunk beds now, one in each corner of the room. Before this, we only had two big mattresses lying flat on the floor. Where did they even get these sturdy frames and fresh, clean sheets? The walls looked great with a fresh coat of pink paint. On the wall facing the balcony, someone had put up beautiful, bright wallpaper that made the whole space feel cheerful. My desk and Shirley’s desk were completely clean and organized. Right next to them, our tiny cooking corner looked much neater. We didn't have a real kitchen. “Wow. This is a total transformation," I mused. I dropped my bags by my desk and peeked into the bathroom. It was scrubbed clean, but it was still the same old, worn-out bathroom with ancient fixtures. They couldn't fix its bad condition, but at least it was spotless compared to its previous awful condition. Still, our little home looked so much better and more presentable. I smiled with r
Kwinnie?Mich’s ex-girlfriend from high school? And why was she staring at me?She was on heavy makeup, and in a glittery strapless mini gown that clung tightly to her skin, outlining her curves. She was still as pretty as I recall, no doubt. She approached me, looking worried.“Please, can you he
Mich narrowed his eyes at me, stroking his chin. "I'll call you what I like, because I'm the boss here. I'm the one calling the shots.”"It's my name. I'll teach you how to pronounce it.”A knock came at the door before he could respond. "Yeah, come in, Ruky.”The lady who had ushered me, in walke
"Bonita Helmes. You're up next." I blew air into my cheeks when I heard my name. This was my tenth interview in two weeks. Yuup. One interview per day. This time, unlike other interviews, it was being conducted by the CEO himself, because it was for the position of a personal assistant.A posit
So what? Was he a god or a king that couldn't be yelled at? “You have no right to call me names or judge me!" He nodded, clicking his tongue. “Minus two dollars. You have no right to call me Mich." We held each other's gaze as usual. “So get back to work or get out." Was he really going to pay m







