[katalina]Hunter and I even extended a Sunday at his relatives' villa. Honestly, deep down I just want to live here. All my dreams were gone and changed in a good way. If so, I want to be like this and like that. But when we extended the stay, I felt like I just wanted to be a housewife and take care of Hunter —well, yeah. This whole acting thing is driving me nuts.Within that one week, Hunter and I got to know each other better. And today is our last day at his parents' house. Because tomorrow, we are back to reality that we have to explain to the dean of our school— just kidding, the office because there is a lot of paperwork!"Amanda, watch me. I will chop wood. What do you want, shirtless or fully naked?” he asked. I laughed and leaned against the door outside with my arms folded. "Nevermind. Just put on some clothes because you might get bitten by mosquitoes or catch a cold. I will wash our clothes. Too bad it's hot outside,""Well, with the warmth I was about to show you, you'

[katalina]I couldn’t find the words to respond.Did he just say he was jealous? About what?What is Hunter talking about?“Jealous about what?” I asked him.His cheeks flushed. He looked away from me and scratched his temples. “You should try the egg omelette I made. It’s just simple but delicious,” he diverted the topic.Hunter remained looking at the food. My eyes were glued to him. He tried to take a swift glance but he caught my eyes on him.Rolling my eyes in the air and began eating.When we were done, I waited for him in the living area, sitting on his fancy couch.My butt sits comfortably. It felt like sitting on a cloud. I noticed that a commotion was beginning to arise outside his mansion.I walked closer to the window and peeked at the gate. Paparazzi and reporters are flooding in the way. They look so hungry. Not craving for food. But the craving for Hunter’s piece. Either photo, a quick interview, or a video of him.Was he accustomed to all of this? Is this how Hunter’s

[katalina]We had dinner at Hunter’s place.Currently, we’re watching the television. I was in between Hunter and Ian.His pr stunt was a success. Customers flooded the majority of his fast food chain branch.I could feel how happy Hunter was. It made me smile too.Ian burped loudly. I glanced at him. He was drinking a bottle of liquor. He caught my eye. Ian winked at me before returning his attention to the television.“Oh, shit, that’s me,” Hunter chuckled while the television screen replayed his pr stunt.“News report: The sizzling hot billionaire was seen on Mahogany Street a while ago. His tire burn out and he fixed it. What surprised the people is that he was shirtless. And yes, as you can see—ohh. Ooh. That body.”The camera focused on Hunter’s body. It glistened with sweat. Amplifying his abs and toning his chest even more.There are lines of grease. Which he puts on intentionally. The camera slowly lifted to his face. And his side profile was breathtaking.“Damn, boss. You’re

[katalina]The man and I stared at each other. His face was familiar.I am sure. I've seen him before. One hundred percent.He smiled at me. "You are the woman at the restaurant," he said.I suddenly remembered. The scenario of our first meeting played out in my mind.When I received a task from my editor. I snapped my fingers in the air."You're the waiter," I said with a smile.He scratched his head. He chuckles weakly. His perfect porcelain-colored teeth came out.It's like he's a Hollywood model. His beauty is unique.He is the type of man who is a red flag but you want to help him change. I do not know. Suddenly that opinion about him entered my mind.What is his name again?I frowned. I was about to speak.But suddenly Hunter came. His voice came from behind the man."Amanda?" my boss called me.I peeked behind the man. I forgot the man's name."Hunter," I said. I approached him.My brows furrowed. Hunter looked at the man intently. As if he wanted to smash his face.The man's a

Time flew quickly.The sun was about to set.Preston and I sat on a wooden bench, watching the sunset.He and I were eating Caesar salad. I lost count of how many variants of dishes we ate together.For a moment, the angst I felt, vanished like bubbles in the air.Out of the blue, Preston burped. Our gazes met. We laughed in unison.And we don’t care about the people around us. As if they never existed. We just let our waves of laughter echo in the air.Preston stared deep into my eyes. He stopped laughing. His face projects a serious expression.“What?” I asked smiling.He smiled back in response. “You’re absolutely stunning up close,” he complimented.I chortled. “Am I ugly in far?”Preston cackled and shook his head. “Of course not.”My cheeks flushed when his eyes landed on my supple lips.Clearing my throat and averted his gaze from him. Preston did the same.“So,” he scratched his neck. “You’re working as his personal assistant now?”I nodded my head in response. “For nearly a m