All Chapters of PLAYERS : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The two busiest weeks of Cynthia's life were coming to and end and she badly wanted to visit that flower shop. Today, she was going for the magazine interview and she was already seated in the make up room when Beverly walked in, her attempts to hide her envy and anger failing. Cynthia signalled for the artist to give them space and soon the two were left alone in the make up room. Cynthia didn't bother to get up, "I warned you Cynthia but you didn't listen." Cynthia frowned and stood up, she didn't want anything happening to her long neck that was currently earning her money she didn't know she would ever earn in a month.She sat on the make up table, her back facing the mirror and folded her arms across her chest. "What do you want to do now Beverly?" Beverly laughed out loud, catching Cynthia off guard. She laughed hysterically and staggered, clearly she was drunk, or was pretending to be. Beverly pulled out a small pocked knife and smoothened it's edges with her fingers lovingly.

Bernice watched the woman she never thought would be her friend, it all started so weirdly enough. Cynthia turned to her, "I really don't like the parties with all those invitees that I know nothing about", Bernice rolled her eyes, "Cyn whatever party in this circle even if it's in your name, the company must benefit." Cynthia paused for a while and nodded, "we could have our own party you know?" She said earning a mischievously grin from Bernice."We'll just make it more private, I'm not really good at holding my liquor and if that caused trouble in public, my celebration could turn into a disaster". "So now what are we going to do?" Bernice asked, "well I told you not to worry, I asked Timothy not to throw a party and wait till tha magazine is published, besides that will make me less selfish right" Bernice rolled her eyes. "Did he accept?", talking about Timothy gave her goosebumps. "Yep", "so?""We go home right now and browse for the favorite spot". Cynthia said as she took her

In a week's time, the V&M magazine released it's July special, the Miss July magazine with the theme the independent woman. In the morning of it's release, the entire city was in a frenzy, almost everyone who knew about Cynthia's fame wanted a copy to see the celebraty who rose to fame in a whirlwind and had no scandal to talk about. At nine am on the last Monday of July, the V&M magazine was released to the public and only those who had made earlier pre-orders were smiling in the morning.The rest who had no idea that they could had ordered earlier were stuck in waiting lines, and those who had arrived earlier walked away with a copy firmly secured in their hands. Most outlets reported a stock sellout and the last batches were dispatched though they too sold out in less than an hour. That Monday, V&M suffered the largest insults they had ever received from the public for printing a limited number of copies. But also, they celebrated the fasted sellout in their history, for the first

Drake smirked when he saw the look of shock on Cynthia's face, "seems I've got you unprepared today". He said, walking closer. Cynthia didn't retreat, she looked straight into his eyes and answered nonchalantly after a quick recovery from the shock, "it's not the first time," Drake understood what she meant and a subtle anger rose up in his chest. She always found opportunities to taunt him with the fact that she had beaten him twice.Cynthia saw his slight change in expression and felt a wave of satisfaction, she didn't want to last here though, she knew he was strong and capable enough to destroy her. Cynthia took a step to walked away but Drake immediately held her back. "No no, I'm the one dictating when this beautiful conversation ends my love." He said causing Cynthia to cringe. There was a hint of danger in his voice, and it voice was too strange. Well she had never met a Drake who was just from drinking Drake looked at the girl before him trying to maintain her calm self and

When they arrived at a grand black gate, it automatically opened and the car drove in. Cynthia turned and looked at Jeffery, her face betraying no emotion, "what are we doing here?" She asked, not even taking in the fleeting view outside which annoyed Jeffrey. He had made great effort to impress her so things would be easier when they arrived but she didn't even pay attention. He frowned and accelerated along the road to the grand manor , he had never brought any of the women he screwed here, he hoped it was worth it.Cynthia, getting no response turned and watched the scenery outside, it looked familiar but she couldn't place it. Her mind went back to years back, when her father told her to be a free bird, he said he didn't like lonely quiet and grumpy girls saying that if her mother was that way, he wouldn't fall in love with her. Cynthia smiled, it was just what she had become over the years.But why does it feel like her father knew that one day she would have something to blame f