*Contains some really imaginative sexual stuff, not exactly the re deal, but age restriction is advised, read at your own risk*
Elena's Pov.
I rubbed my eyes and made to stand up to open the window blinds, I just woke up from my precious afternoon nap and I was feeling more than refreshed, the beauty sleep had definitely worked wonders, now that the drowsiness had subsided, I realized that I was slightly bored, so I picked up my phone and logged in to my social media account ( which by the way was managed by Katie).
I was not so surprised that Katie had posted the shots from the Drip Apparels gig, and there was a lot of controversy as to who was the most outstanding model between the two of us, the other person obviously being Amelie Banks.
The netizens as well as the media agreed that I carried the cup as the most outstanding model between the two of us, I wondered how she must be feeling seeing what was going on, her plans had failed woefully and had backfired too, the comments on the internet were vile, there were some of my fans who were rejoicing at my victory, comments from them were like this:
ELENA YOUNG PROVES TO THE GENERAL PUBLIC THAT SHE IS SUPERIOR WHEN IT COMES TO THE GAME, STEALS THE SHOW, MAKING CO STAR AMELIE BANKS UNNOTICED.
ELENA YOUNG HAS SET THE BAR HIGH, HIGHER THAN AMELIE BANKS COULD EVER REACH. SHOWS WHO IS BOSS IN RELEASED DRIP APPARELS SHOTS.
ELENA YOUNG, I'M SCREAMINGGGG, SHE IS SO TALENTED,HER POSES AND EXPRESSIONS SAY IT ALL, THE OTHER PERSON SEEMS IRRELEVANT,SHE COULD EASILY PASS AS THE BACKDROP.
These were the comments that praised me and subtly shaded and jabbed Amelie Banks. I couldn't help smiling, scheming and conniving had gotten her nowhere, now she is being ridiculed by the public,not everyone though, some fans that still drummed support for her had no option but to try to do some damage control by trying to acknowledge her, their comments were like :
ELENA YOUNG AND AMELIE BANKS, THE NEWEST WAVE IN THE INDUSTRY PULL THROUGH WITH STUNNING PHOTOS FOR THE DRIP APPARELS COLLABORATION.
ELENA YOUNG AND AMELIE BANKS, THE PERFECT POWER DUO TOGETHER ON DRIP APPARELS COLLABORATION AND WE WISH TO SEE MORE OF SUCH COLLABORATIONS.
I was definitely impressed with how hard they tried to keep their favorite relevant, I wondered if they would still love her the same if they knew how conniving she was, her misdeeds were still hidden and will be for the time being until the right time comes to strike, and then POOF no where to hide.
I was glad that I had had not permitted Katie to release the audio recording where she had been trying to victimize me by paying the media to say vile things about me, now netizens were saying vile things about her and her plans had directly backfired like a boomerang. Now I had a relatively large fan base that pledged their unwavering loyalty to me, her oppression had put me on the spot and people had taken a liking to me, now I had an army of people supporting me and I felt reassured, she too had a large fan base because she had been in the industry before me, but I was definitely catching up to her.
She must be loathing me to hell and back right now and cursing me with every dirty word that existed on earth and below, but I did not care, I was doing a victory dance in my head, this had definitely given me the morale boost to do the remaining two shoots for the other two brands which I was preparing fervently for.
The feeling of having a FANMILY was the best feeling for an entertainer, knowing that you have them to back you up in dire situations and to stick up and support you, their love gives you a kind of deep seated satisfaction that was not like any thing else in the world, it was pure bliss to see that these people cared about you, whether they have met you or not, so it would be beyond preposterous to lie to them, not to talk of living a double life, like some celebrities do, for instance, Dave Parker and Amelie Banks.
I logged out of the account and plugged in my headphones, listening to some cool music.l had deliberately deleted all of Dave parker's songs from my device, because whenever I hear his voice, the incident of that day replays in my memory, especially the elevator scene, I was disgusted at the pig to this day.
A 'ding' of the door bell, notified me if the arrival of a visitor. I wondered if it was Katie, as I had not seen her since morning and her cell phone number was unreachable, I missed my Manager/Assistant and wished fervently that she was the one.
My mouth hung open when I opened the door, my jaw just drooped to the ground, there he was, none other than one and only Lorenzo Shane Cole.
He was holding his suit jacket with his index finger and his black slippery shirt hugged his body such that I was able to count his abs, and his biceps looked like they wanted to pop out and tear the cloth anytime, there were eight abs in all and I allowed myself to fantasize about his razor sharp v-line, his hands were large( you know what they say about hands) his tie was disheveled and so was his hair, the two first buttons on his shirt had come off and gave him and overall Mafia king roguish look.
I peeled the huge lump in his trousers and I gulped visibly, struggling to take my eyes away. His handsome face had that signature devilish smirk and I wanted to punch it then kiss it, my stomach fluttered,exploded, then melted into jelly,when I raised my head to look in his eye.
"Hey you, don't you want to invite me in?" He waved his hands in my face, his deep rch voice brought the wetness to my folds, but I was not going to tell him that, so instead I licked my lips that was dry and my throat felt patched as if I had just completed a friend ve day marathon in a desert. His eyebrows twitched and I could tell that I was not the only one that was feeling a little turned on.
"Ahem...are you not gonna invite me in?" He composed himself and I made to follow his lead.
"Oh ...yes, please do come in" I offered breathily and he smirked.
"Why thank you" He replied cordially.
"Such a drama queen" I said to myself.
I let him inside and he removed his work shoes, putting on a fresh pair of slippers, that had not been there before, it was his exact fit and I wondered how it had gotten there.
"How did that get there?" I inquired, narrowing my eyes at him.
He smiled and lifted his eyes in surrender,or was that mischief in his eyes.
"I am sorry, but my people brought it here, without your consent." He answered.
I was about to say something, but it disappeared into thin air when I was swept off my feet and found on his shoulder, he picked race and went straight to an unopened door that I had never bothered to go into since it was blank.
When he opened it I was shocked once again to see that it was filled with masculine furniture, it contained black upholstery and everything was just in black colour.
He put me on the bed and my breathing became thicker instantly. The bliss was cut short when my stomach rumbled and growled, I had not realized that I was hungry, until now.
The hunger gripped me and I watched him leaving the bathroom in fresh clothes on only to hear my belly rumbling. I was beyond embarrassed and my cheeks became a deep shade of red.
"Okay... I can see that you have a big problem, why is your belly rumbling like that" He feigned innocence and I became more embarrassed, my blush thickening.
"Uhmm.. I think I need a snack" I started, but he grabbed my arm, and when I turned to him, he whispered.
"Need a snack? You can have me, but if you need a meal, I'll cook." He winked.
""That was cheesy and all, but I'll pass, you wanna cook, I'll show you the kitchen." I replied.
He looked crestfallen, but what can I say, food over everything.
I showed him to the kitchen even though he did not need any direction, it didn't take long, the pots were boiling and the oven was doing it's work.
I burst out laughing, he had flour on his chin.
"You have a lil something.. on your chin" I divulged.
Author's Note:
Hey guys, so I came back and edited this chapter, hope you enjoyed it🥰😘, I stay grateful to all the people reading this book, y'all are the best🤗. I am still serving daily updates though. Mwaah😘💋