As I drove back to my hotel, I grimaced. That guy is vexing! That’s ridiculous. You thought he was attractive.
“Stop pretending like you don’t enjoy the way I kiss and fuck you. Ms. Presley.”
That was the last thing he said to me before leaving me standing on the side of the building. He grinned as he turned away from me and walked away. What else is it for, and what else does he want from me?
He'd already said that our game was over and that I couldn't approach him while he despised me. Yes, when he drops me like trash, I plead and kneel in front of him.
I’m not famous, I’m not well known, and Avilana hasn’t found me yet.
He saw me in Hawaii once, and they were having a photoshoot in case they didn’t have a model, and I was there on vacation.
He approached me and asked if I was available. He asked whether I could just replace their model, and I was a model who freelanced.
And then, suddenly, everything changed. I didn’t know who he was. He’s a well-known designer. I mean, I’m not really involved with designers, and whatever you want me to wear, I’ll wear it immediately.
Then, one by one, my photoshoots were completed, and I was hired by a modeling agency and promptly compensated for a three-year contract. That’s when my supermodeling career began.
When I came to a halt in the parking lot, I collided with Liandoan’s automobile, causing my blood to boil. I wanted to move to a motel.
My cheeks flushed as I walked into the lobby and waited for the elevator to open.
I saw Salvia’s face the next day, and it felt as if the sky was mocking me.
“You seem troublesome,” he commented as I walked in, then up to the 20th floor.
“Who wouldn’t be in trouble if your face ruined my entire day?” I couldn’t stop him since I didn’t have any brakes, and then he laughed.
Because they saw me, several ladies finished the day. “Can you spot a man who is really attractive and has gotten even larger?” I immediately covered my hand with his mouth and gave him a sour face as he smiled at what I had done.
"Will you keep your mouth shut? Do you consider yourself a man? You appear to be a lady. You’re babbling!” I cried, turning my back on him, and he chuckled. This guy is really insane. Why did I cry like this with no intention of ever crying again?
“You should be thankful. There are far too many girls who would give their lives to talk to and touch me." My lips curled into an evil grin when the phone rang and the door swung wide.
“They’re not stupid,” I replied as I walked out the door. That stuff was finally gone.
When I opened the door, he was the first to enter, gazing around my room.
I just awoke when he sat down and grinned at me. He’s irritating me!
Get out; you’re not welcome here, and I didn’t let you in. Then I stood at the door, I said. He picked up the one on the sofa after smelling it. Then I yelled at him and abducted him.
That was my crotch! Because I was a bit late earlier, I neglected to put it in the laundry.
“Escape! You’re such a sweetheart!" I yelled, and he smiled and rested his head on the sofa’s head rest.
Only one Liandoan exists! “Get out of my room; if you can leave this hotel as well, that’s fine!” I replied. I said it with annoyance in my voice.
“What is the point of following you?" "I own this hotel and building,” he added, looking at me with a bored attitude.
I glared at him as if I were about to explode in irritation, then turned my back on him and walked to the bedroom to gather my baggage and go.
“Can I make a reservation?” What? The woman then hung up, and I sought out another hotel, which was fully booked.
What the hell is going on? I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be here any longer. I need to sleep, but I can’t sleep with my roommate.
“You’re just tiring yourself out, Lesley. You can’t book a hotel room here." He stated this as he stood there staring at me and smiling.
“What exactly do you mean, Salvia?” It irritated me until he laughed while carrying a glass of wine and approached me to deliver one to me.
“I barred you from staying at any hotel.”
“So you don’t have a choice, and I’m with you here,” he muttered, then swallowed the wine, and I furiously accepted the glass of wine and consumed it in one gulp, landing on the side table.
I took a deep breath and relaxed myself as I stood in front of him.
“What’s the matter, Liandoan Salvia?” I posed a serious inquiry, and he averted his gaze since I was staring at him earnestly. I was weary at first, and he was still taunting and pinching me. Because he can do whatever he wants, he exploits his power to influence others.
Salvia, please respond! What’s the problem? What exactly is the issue? You’re the one who advised me to avoid you. And I recall the day you stated you didn’t want to see my filthy face any longer. Why are you here now?
“Why are you bothering me again?” I inquired gently but yelled in frustration and exhaustion.
“I just want to screw with you again.”
“Is it prohibited?”
“Yes, that is prohibited. I don’t want to see you or be around you in my life."
“But I’d want to.”
It’s not like you’re eager to get started. Don’t worry about me if you can’t do anything in your life. Unlike you, I still have a lot of work to do. You can eat it even if you don’t scramble it. “ I was weary of shouting and collapsing on the floor because my head was full.
Before replying, my phone vibrated, and I grumbled.
Hey, Lesley, you’re a natural on the catwalk. I’m quite proud of you. When I heard Remon's voice, I smiled. I overheard.
How did he spy on me?
“How?” I inquired, smiling.
Simply put, you’re amazing. "Lesley is as gorgeous as ever." I laughed, and my displeasure faded as I listened to Remon’s stories. ” Even though he was far away, he was entertaining. He attempted, if only for a little while, to give our relationship time.
“I sent flowers to Lesley. Then I was astonished, and there was a flower in front of me that fell,” you said at your hotel location.
Liandoan remained standing in front of me. I assumed he’d gone after bothering me and spoiling my day.
“Gotta go, Lesley, I love you!” He murmured, and I smiled as someone massaged my heart.
“I adore you as well, my Remon. I dropped the phone in my ear and sat on the Liandoan while he simply stared at it.
His brow wrinkled, and I stood up to grasp his hand, but he raised it, and I wept when he broke and split it in half.
When he went, I grieved because it was shattered.
“What’s the deal with you?” Before he pounded his chest, I yelled, and my tears would not stop.
“Rest,” he said before turning around, and I sat on the floor to get my damaged phone.
What’s wrong with him?