Fene’s POV
“No.”
I quickly got up, pushing n’s shoulder away. With swift steps, I approached Jessy and put on my satin robe.
God, help me!
I sealed my lips, holding back the red blush burning my cheeks, and walked into the dressing room. I stood leaning against the door, my heart racing. What was wrong with me?
I have to admit, n was a man who knew how to charm. He knew how to make a woman feel special, and he made everything seem beautiful.
No, wait a minute. I still didn’t know anything about him or Amy. I also didn’t know if he could be trusted or not, considering how easily he had lied about many things so far.
“Are you ready to change?” the makeup artist asked me with a puzzled look.
“Oh, yes, sorry. I was feeling cold,” I sighed deeply.
My mind continued to oscite between n’s continuous sweet talk and Laird, whom I knew was waiting for news from me. Once again, I tried to calm myself. I tightened the robe’s straps with both hands and rubbed my arms, which shivered from the cold.
I removed the plestered cups from my chest and the G-string under the dressing room curtain. With a ck turtleneck knit top and a knee-length pencil skirt, I sat back in the makeup chair. The stylist rearranged my hair back to its original straight and smooth style with a styling iron and gel.
After half an hour, the hair stylist finished styling my hair. I looked at my phone screen. It was past 3 p. m. Laird had left a short message, and I hurriedly read it.
‘Baby, sorry. It looks like I’ll be workingte because of tomorrow morning’s hearing.’
‘Rain check for tonight?’
No, this was not good!
Whether it was my overflowing hormones that made me so aroused or n messing with my mind, one thing was certain: I needed Laird now. Even the skin-colored G-string I wore earlier was clear evidence of how wet my pussy was.
‘That sucks. Can I drop by the office and bring you dinner?’
As I waited for Laird to reply to my message, I left the dressing room. I came face-to-face with n, who stood chatting with Martha and Jessy. He was wearing a neat ck suit,plete from head to toe. No more exposed skin is to be seen.
Unconsciously, I nced at the bulge in n’s pants. The hard erection was now covered and no longer visible. It seemed n had managed to restrain his desires. I truly didn’t want to think that he might have taken care of it through masturbation in the bathroom.
The notification sound of a message from Laird rang again. n, noticing the sound, now turned to me and looked into my eyes. As our gazes locked, I quickly looked down at my phone screen.
‘You’re an angel.’
‘Come whenever.’
I breathed a sigh of relief. With calm steps, I approached Martha and cleared my throat.
“Hey, Fene. Thank you for today. You did a great job.” The woman smiled broadly and hugged me for a moment.
“Thank you, Martha.”
We chatted for a while, with Jessy and n also joining in to liven up our conversation. I nced at n several times, noticing from the corner of my eye that he kept looking in my direction with a wide smile on his face.
After a satisfying conversation, we bid farewell to Martha. I walked alongside Jessy, hurrying to get away from n.
“Fene! Wait, don’t leave yet,” n said just before we went into our car.
“What’s up?” I furrowed my brows. What more did he want?!
“Wait for a moment. I have something for you.”
n hurriedly ran towards his car parked across the building. He took out severalrge shopping bags from the back of his ck SUV. After that, he crossed the street and approached us.
“This is for you,” n said slightly out of breath as he handed over the shopping bags held in both his hands.
“What is this?” I asked as Jessy and I received the shopping bags, peeking our heads in to see the contents.
Shoes box with thebel Oscar de Ragetti, clothes box with thebel Jemima, Baumer, perfume box Muses, and many more.
“Ooh. If you add up the prices of these branded items, it could amount to over a hundred thousand dors,” Jessy eximed, impressed.
“Gifts,” n replied with a wide smile.
“Gifts from whom?”
“From all your clients. Oscar, Jemima Hors, Baumer, Muses, and many others. Oh, Mallory also gave this.” n handed over a small square box from inside his robe pocket.
“What is this?” I asked suspiciously, furrowing my brow.
“A friendship bracelet.”
n opened the box, and inside, I immediately saw a white gold bracelet with several pendants bearing Mallory West’s distinctive logo. As far as I could remember, this was an exclusive bracelet specially ordered by Mallory for her circle of friends, and it was significantly expensive.
“Oh, I don’t think I can ept this.” I refused, with my mouth agape in astonishment.
“No, you must ept it. Look, your name is engraved on the back of the bracelet.” n lifted the bracelet from its box and showed me the engraving inside. Sure enough, my name, Fene Baxter, was carved there.
“What is all of this really about, n? Bribes to stop me from resigning?” I snapped.N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner.
“No! Of course not. These are just tokens of appreciation from your clients,” he insisted, and I could only snort in response.
“For seven years as a model, rarely did any client give me gifts of their own designs. I’m sure you pressured them to give gifts, or worse, you bought them yourself.”
“Why do you rarely receive gifts? That’s because you’re not the main model. Now you’re Gene’s top model, a supermodel, so it’s only natural for them to give you friendship gifts,” n persisted with his fast-paced exnation.
I shook my head. “That doesn’t mean anything, n. No matter how many gifts you give me, I will still resign from Gene.”
“No problem. I just want to convey a thank-you message from your clients.” n then ced Mallory’s friendship bracelet into one of the bags Jessy was holding.
“n! Stop. I can’t be persuaded with this gift!”
But the man ignored me. Once he made sure all the bags were in mine and Jessy’s hands, he turned and walked away. His hand waved as he crossed the street.
I stepped forward to try to catch up with him, but a delivery truck honked its horn, making me jump back. In an instant, n’s car was already driving off with John behind the wheel.
I turned around and looked at Jessy. “Can you believe that?”
“I think it’s okay, dear. Just trust him, and besides, Mallory has asked you to wear the bracelet and t-shirt for the social campaign next week.”
“If I’m not mistaken, the ad will also be aired that day, right?”
“Yes. The campaign is like a big announcement of the names of Mallory’s friends who support her. You’re included, and the ad will be shown thereter,” Jessy exined, putting the shopping bags into the car.
“Hey, why are you bringing them in? I don’t want to ept them,” I said, holding the back door of the car so Jessy wouldn’t open it.
“Then what should I do? I can’t leave these shopping bags lying around. Even if you don’t want them, you can give them to someone elseter. The important thing is, let’s secure them in the car for now.”
“Ugh, I really hate that man.” I cursed his name as I opened the passenger door in front.
“But you were tempted by him earlier, right?”
“Me? Not at all!” I argued with an annoyed shout.
“Sorry. My eyes must have deceived me,” Jessy giggled as we got into the car.
“Whatever you imagine about me and n, it’s all wrong. You know very well I have issues with him, and he’s probably the brother of my high school bully.” I mmed the car door shut.
“We don’t know that, do we?” Jessy shrugged.
“Oh, so now after I finish this cursed project and your job is secure, you’re back on n’s side?”
“No, that’s not what I mean, Fene. I just want to give him the benefit of the doubt.” Jessy started the car engine and turned on the heater.
“Fuck that! He can lie about our rtionship and his sexual orientation like it’s no big deal. He’s a mess, I tell you now,” I said with an annoyed shout.
“Well, everyone has weaknesses,” Jessy shrugged.
“Oh, shut up now! I don’t want to hear anymore about n! You better take me to the nearest Chinese restaurant before I hit you on the head with that Muses perfume box.”
“Are you nuts? You never ate that kind of food before,” Jessy furrowed his brow.
“I want to bring food for Laird.”