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I opened the door and stepped into the apartment, staring around. It was quiet but then again, the apartment was always quiet. I shut the door behind me, inhaled the sweet scent of the air freshener and smiled. It's been quite a while since I came here and that was because of my busy schedule. I walked into the living room, dropped my bag on the couch, took my tab and began the day's work and although, there wasn't much work to do –thanks to Adrian, I didn't know how he managed to pull it off but he did and for that I was grateful. So, all I had to do was to plan and manage Ian's schedule for the upcoming week and submit my report to the agency. As I continued with my work, I realized the reason behind the unusual quietness –Ian wasn't in the house. Which meant that he didn't come home yesterday or he was out at the gym.After about thirty minutes, the door beeped indicating that someone was coming in. I raised my head, turning in the direction of the door just as it opened with Ian
"And I never said, I wasn't your fan." I finished, quietly.He stared at me and dissolved into laughter, his voice reverberating through the room.Oh my God!! What a scene. This should last forever.I stared at him confused as to why he would laugh."It's just so cute and funny, watching you try to justify yourself." He smiled.Awwn, he called me cute because I made him laugh. I should do that more often.I puffed my cheek with air to prevent myself from smiling and exhaled. "Is it true?""Yes," he answered. "The speculations are somewhat true. They did approach me but I'm yet to give them an answer and they're willing to wait for that answer, desperately hoping it will be in the positive." He said, I smiled. "I think the female lead role has been agreed on.""Mhm." I nodded. "Yeah, I saw it but I've forgotten her name."He brought his leg up in the chair, folded it, and placed a hand on his knee. "I'm still contemplating it." He pressed his lips together and glanced at me. "I don't k
"What do you think?" Ian turned and faced me with a cute baby dress held to his chest. Cut to a few minutes later, after our tour around the shopping mall, we finally got to our destination –a department store that sells mother care and kiddies items. And so, here we were confused as to what to pick because a certain someone had a very sophisticated sense of fashion.I stood with my arms crossed, eyeing the piece of clothing in his hand. "Sure, it's pretty." I turned to the rack beside me and picked out another set of clothes. "Don't you think it would be best if we pick something that suits the baby?" I asked, turning to face him. "Something that exactly matches the sex of the baby."He tilts his head at me. "That would be nice if only I knew the sex of the baby but sadly, I don't."Perfect. I thought. So, we're doing some blind shopping.I made a face at him, one that read 'serious'.He shrugged and smiled. "I didn't ask and I told her not to tell me." He turned his gaze from me a
I shook my head with a few blinks, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Rosa, would you please come out of that room?!" I yelled for the umpteenth time."I'm coming." She yelled back. "Just give me a few more minutes." I pinched the bridge of the nose and slumped my shoulders. For just how long? That was the same word she had been saying for the past thirty minutes since we decided to go out. For Christ sake, we aren't going for some uptown party or a club, we were just going chill in a restaurant and probably fill our eyes.I took a glance at the time and was about to call her again when she emerged out from her room, wearing a sundress and an herculean sandals with a radiant smile on her face.Her sundress was similar to mine although in another colour and design. She looked gorgeous but she didn't need to know that. It will only inflate her already huge ego."Hey." She walked up to me, purse in hand still smiling. "Why that grumpy look on your face?"I dropped my phone and gave h
We clinked our glasses and proceeded to drink our wine. In between, I noticed that Rosa had paused her action and her smile had slipped off her face.I blinked, confused.What's going on?I arced my head at her, frowning slightly. "What?""Speak of the devil." Was her response."Mhmn," I arced my brow and turned in her line of sight.Lo and behold, I found Reece standing at the door of the restaurant with a group of people I would describe as an entourage.His eyes roamed around the room as if searching for something until his eyes landed on us. He broke into a smile and whispered something to the guy next to him before making his way over to us.I turned around and looked at Rosa who had a scowl on her face.Oh, no."Hey cousin." He greeted her with a smug smile."Hey yourself." Rosa huffed."Oops," he smiled. "Seems like someone's mad at me." Rosa eyed him from the corner of her eyes but said nothing."What could be my offence?" He mused.She snorted without saying a word.I chuckle
Reece sat back and cocked his head, listening to me talk with rapt attention. He met my gaze for a moment, his eyes gleamed with amusement and he smiled.I had to admit that his eyes didn't lose their intensity. His dark brown eyes were nothing out of the ordinary but they held this much intensity that could make one quiver at first glance. It was sometimes uncomfortable but beautiful.His eyes slipped from me to Rosa who was smiling like a Cheshire cat. I didn't miss the way he slightly shook his head at his unsuspecting cousin. She was engrossed in her thought."Good to know that you enjoy doing your job." He said with a half smile. "Considering its type.""Yeah," I replied, fiddling with my hand. "Congratulations though.""For what?" His expression morphed into confusion and I found it rather cute."On your position as the vice president of Stuart's conglomerate.""Oh," He snorted a laugh. "Thank you.""Look at him acting all modest," Rosa stated."What can I say?" He smiled, smugl
Saturdays were easily my favorite because most of the time, they were my free days. I get to do my own thing without the fear of being questioned or queried. And today being one, I'd really hoped that I'll be spending it quietly in my house probably sleeping but apparently some other person had a special plan for me. So, here I was, standing in front of a tennis court courtesy of Adrian who by the ways was smiling like he had won a lottery."Hey Kiara, could you hold these for me?" He held out a tennis rack and bag with a crooked smile.I so wish I could wipe that smile off his face. It was annoying after he had practically forced me into coming in the name of work."Come on," he urged with a lopsided smile. "I know you want to kill me but look on the brighter side, Richard is going to be there."Yeah, this was another reason I'd agreed to come. I hadn't seen Richard in a long while because of our ever busy schedule. I let out a sigh and took the bag with the tennis rack from him."Go
I let out an exasperated sigh once I had successfully gotten to the bleachers, sinking low into my seat as if that would shield me from all that embarrassment and it was all thanks to Adrian. He would have just left me alone when I said I didn't want to come."But come to think of it, isn't he supposed to be on a vacation?" I mused.Yeah, of course, he is. Inner Kiara replied. And he's using it well messing with you and there's nothing you can do about it right now. "Hah." I sighed, sinking further into the chair.After a couple of minutes, their laughter subsided and the game started. It was a threesome -two against one. Each played against themselves after teaming up with the other and right about now, it was Ian playing against Richard and Adrian. I must say, he was doing a good job holding his keep.Trust me when I say the game was pretty much interesting and fun- I had a good laugh but somewhere along the line, I got lost, really lost and so I turned to my phone searching for th
We sat on one of the plush couches in the dimly lit living room, watching one of Ian's earliest movies with bowls of popcorn in our hands courtesy of yours truly. We ended up with this movie after much deliberation, and the movie just turns out to be one of my dad's all-time favourite medical dramas.Don't ask! While I'm a member of Ian's fan base, I'm not particularly a fan of medical dramas –too much jargon to handle. I'd rather stick to the classics. Either way, I felt blissful and honoured to rewatch the movie, "The Neurologist," with him by my side. This particular drama had been one that shot him to stardom, earning him so many nominations and awards, both domestically and internationally. We fell into silence as the opening credits rolled in, and the movie began. A few minutes into the movie, my phone pinged with a notification from my darling sister. Turns out she too was having a movie date with Dad and Rosa at a cinema, and she was texting to know my whereabouts –more like t
It took exactly two weeks and three days for the little get-together which Ian had planned to happen and honestly, because of work and Ian's schedule, I had thought he would cancel but somehow he still made it work. I stood in front of the mirror, studying my reflection with a critical eye while Krystal sat at the foot of my bed, watching me with amusement. I frown at her, feeling a bit frustrated. Why was it so difficult to choose what to wear for a casual dinner?I glance at my outfit: a pair of blue jeans and a white crop top. It looks simple enough, but something still doesn't feel right. Maybe it's the shoes? I tried on a few pairs, but nothing seemed to work."Urgh," I screamed in frustration. "What is missing?"Krystal lets out a small chuckle. "Kiara, you look great. Just wear what you're comfortable in. It's a casual dinner, remember?"But I couldn't seem to shake the feeling that I needed to look my best tonight and so I grabbed my phone and dialled Rosa's number, hoping she
I sat cross-legged on Richard's couch, tapping away on my laptop while Adrian sat next to me, scribbling notes on his notepad. We were currently at Richard's house discussing and planning Ian's schedule for the next few weeks. Ian was packing his bags in the room, getting ready to head back to London after an overnight shoot. Shootings in Manchester had come to an end, and the filming was moving onto its second location in London. Although he was tired from the shooting, he had to return to London since he had a fundraising event to attend later this evening.Richard, on the other hand, was seated on a beanbag with an Xbox controller in hand, playing Call of Duty on the TV and occasionally groaning in frustration whenever he lost."I don't like this," He paused the game and turned to us. "Come on, guys, join me. Let's play together." He said, trying to persuade us to join him. "It's more fun that way.""Is it?" Ian asked, walking into the room with his travelling box. "Aren't you just
A few moments of silence passed as I gazed at the figure who was standing behind Max."I'm correct."She gave a very bright smile, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She looked as sweet and stunning as ever.We all gawked at her in silence."Megan." Ian responded, breaking the silence. "Oh, you're here too." She gestured at me and Max and then eyed our plates all the while maintaining a perfect smile. "Is this a post-shooting lunch?""I thought you had left." Ian replied, instead."Nah, I stayed back for a quick interview. Mind if I join you guys?" She asked, flashing us a bright smile. We all exchanged looks before agreeing. I mean, it was just lunch, right?"Yeah, sure you could." Rosa smiled, motioning for her to take a seat.She kept her smile and turned to Max and Ian, eyeing the space between them."Oh well, if you say so." She said and took a seat next to Ian. "Thank you." She smiled."I honestly thought you had gone home." Ian mumbled. "How was the shoot, though?"She glance
After a couple more series of cameras flashing and changing outfits, the photoshoot finally came to an end. As Ian finished up and stepped off the stage, I could see the exhaustion mixed with relief on his face. It had been a long day, and I knew he was eager to get some rest. "Well done." I said as I approached him, handing him a bottle of water.He sighed heavily. "Thank you. I'm glad it's over," he said, running his fingers through his hair after taking a large gulp of water.I nodded sympathetically. "I can relate. Are you ready to head out?""Definitely." He answered, scanning the area. "Where is Rosa and her cousin?""They're waiting for us outside." I answered. "Let's get you changed." We made our way to his dressing room together with his makeup artist in tow, where he quickly changed out of his photoshoot outfit into his regular clothes. When he emerged, he looked refreshed, and we headed out of the set together only to be joined by the magazine editor in charge of today's
The late afternoon found myself sitting in an abandoned warehouse watching as the photographer interacted with the magazine editor in charge of today's shoot. They were probably discussing making a few changes to the concept of the shoot while I sat here wondering how I went from being the house manager of an actor to being the road manager of the same actor in a span of three weeks. Although it was hectic and tiring, I couldn't deny that it had been fun all along, and besides, with it came many nice incentives. The week had been pretty quiet for me since Adrian resumed work following his return from his vacation, and I, back to my usual routine of managing the house affairs. That was until I got a call last night from Adrian asking that I fill in for him in today's shoot. The photoshoot was being organised by one of the biggest names in the fashion world, THE ELITE. I watched as Max the photographer in charge of the shoot, and the editor continued to converse and make changes to so
The evening found us strolling through the busy streets of Manchester. People went about in a hurry to get home to their families not minding the two individuals who now stood in front of a supermarket contemplating if it was the best time for shopping or to continue walking while enjoying the cool evening air.Eventually, 10 pm found us wandering through the aisles of Tesco with empty carts."Which would you prefer? Mineral water or normal water?" I asked, turning into the drink and beverage section.My eyes widened at the variety of beverages they had neatly and orderly arranged on the shelves."Whoa!" I breathed. "They do have instant coffee pod. This is nice." I whipped my head around to face him, my hair bouncing with the movement. "Which would you prefer? Instant coffee drinks or coffee pods? Expresso or Latte?"His lips twitched in an instant smile as he pulled his cart to a halt next to mine. "Sweetheart, I think you should calm down." He said, stocking his cart with packs o
Two hours and a couple of minutes later, we found ourselves at Richard's holiday home in Manchester after much deliberation. It was a much better idea than shuttling between London and Manchester and staying at the hotel with less privacy according to Ian. It was even more advantageous because of its closeness to the filming site.Richard walked into the living room having changed from his outfit. He exhaled and tiredly dropped himself on the couch, stretching his limbs."Hah! It feels so good to be home." He sighed. "I don't think I remember the last time I was here.""Mhmn," I raised a brow at his comment, looking up from my phone. "It feels good to be home but you don't remember the last time you were here. That sounds contradicting."He gave a sideway glance and responded with a smile. "That would be because," Adrian cut in, shutting the refrigerator door and walked into the living space with three cans of beer. "This," he said, gesturing at the room, "isn't his actual home.""It
An hour later, I was seated next to Richard under a canopy provided for Ian, with Adrian lost somewhere on the grounds making a phone call. The film site was rather busy and crowded but I cared not as I zeroed attention on Ian, watching him in admiration as he interacted amicably with his co-stars and the director. At the moment, he was standing next to the assistant director with his script in his hands, going over his lines with his make-up artists and stylist all over him to make sure that he was extra swoon-worthy for the camera. At some point, Adrian had materialised to take his script and the overcoat he wore.I must confess that right now, even though he was smiling and talking with Megan all set for their shoot, he looked unapproachable. He was so another level that I found it hard to believe that this was the same person I had lunch with, talk less of him being my employer. I shifted my attention from the actors on the street to Adrian trudging way towards us. He looked les