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Ian's POV Once they had left the room, I spun myself around and looked at him just as Richard hit him on the head with a book.I looked at him and the book. Where did that come from? I mused."What was that for?" We asked in unison."Ouch, my head." He whined and touched the place where Richard had hit. "I was just giving her some advice, a very important one." He pouted."That was uncalled for." Richard countered. "The advice was unnecessary.""Exactly." I replied."I know," He smiled smugly and looked at Richard. "And I do trust your abilities." Adrian snickered and Richard smirked gratified.I snorted having caught his drift. "Not in my house though.""Of course not." He chuckled. "How was your trip?""The usuals. How is the company going for you?" I placed my phone on the table and stretched in my seat. "So, you finally became the chairman."He had been having issues concerning this position which was rightfully his for a couple of years. Most of the issues came from his uncle and
"Krystal, please check the door. I think Rosa is here already." I shouted from my room when I heard the doorbell ring. "Don't worry girls, I've got it." Dad answered and I heard the door open to Rosa squealing."Whoa! Oh my gosh! You look ravishing, Mr Ethan." Rosa sang. "Good evening.""Good evening, Rosa." Dad's voice came. "You're not bad yourself. How are you doing these days?""I'm good. And you?" "Fine, I guess. How about your parents?" Ethan asked, offering her a cup of coffee."Living in their world but overall they are fine. Thanks for the coffee." She smiled. "You're welcome." He replied. "Where are the girls though?""They are in their room, expecting you.""Okay. I'll let you be then." She answered, ascending the stairs towards the room. "See you later."Ethan gave a nod as he watched her hop her way through the stairs."Hello, girls!! She greeted smiling. "I come bearing gifts. Now, who's ready for them?" She grinned and raised the bags she brought.Krystal turned and
We continued rating guys until we got tired and decided to take a break by watching different funny dance moves on the dance floor."Rosa, how's Harry?" Krystal asked offhandedly."Oh," she shrugged. "He's somewhere living his life." She answered nonchalantly, staring intensely at the people on the dance floor.I furrowed my brows and turned my gaze to her. "Why that tone, is everything okay?" Krystal frowned. "Did he do anything funny?" She asked, concern written all over her face."Everything is fine," she closed her eyes and inhaled sharply. "It's just that I feel like ending the relationship. I'm no longer interested in it and he's not helping matters." She said, flickering her eyes open."How?" I asked."He is always nagging, constantly complaining even about little things. At times, I feel like he has other flings, that I don't mind in as much as I don't see them.""Are you sure you don't mind?" I peered at her through the glass I was holding.She pursed her lips and frowned. "I
Ian's POVAfter three hours of rest, I finally got out of my bed. Taking a quick shower, I threw on some random shirt I found in the dresser, took my reading glass from the bed stand, put them on and eventually climbed back into my bed where I promptly started to work on a pending project. Once I had finished that, I decided to check my messages. That I was doing when my phone rang."Hello." I answered."Good evening." Came her very professional voice."Hey Erika, good evening. What's up?!" I stood up from the bed and walked into the wardrobe, remembering that I had a meeting with the guys later in the day."I'm fine." She answered. "Just wanted to check on you. How was your trip?""It was fine and exhausting." I said, trying to sort out what to wear for the evening."Oh, but you're already used to that. Did you sleep well?""No. I could barely get any sleep. I was just restless.""Oops, sorry. Did you meet her?""Who?""Your house manager.""Is she supposed to work on weekends?" I fl
We got to our destination quite late due to the heavy traffic that hit the streets. The place was nice, it gave off a very wild vibe. At the time we arrived, people were still trooping in and out of the club and from my observations, the club had a good security system that could sniff out unsuspecting paparazzi, it also had a beautiful interior with aesthetic paintings and lighting. Little wonder, the club was a place of choice for most celebrities."Ian, don't you think we're making quite a scene." Richard smiled and rolled his shoulders when we got into the club enjoying the attention he was getting."With complete backlight." I answered, staring at the scene before me. People walked up and down like they owned the place, others dancing on the dance floor with drinks in hand."And a good sound effect with drum rolls. That should make mhmn..... A glorious entry." Adrian laughed, placing his hands in his pocket."Glorious entry indeed." Richard raised an eyebrow and smiled."While I
I felt someone tap me lightly on the shoulder and then came the whisper. "Wake up."There was only one person in this house that would wake you up from slumber in an irritatingly enticing way and that person was Dad."Kiara come on, wake up." He said, still tapping me. I frowned and turned only to wake the drummers in my head, causing me to wince in pain."I know you're awake." He said. I felt him move across the room and I was glad to think he had given up trying to get me out of bed. It wasn't until I felt the sharp rays of sunlight hitting my eyelids did I know he was serious."What the heck, Dad." I muttered, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the light."Language, Missy." He walked back to me and sat on the bed. "Good morning, baby." He smiled, handing me a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water."Argh." I blinked, massaging my head. "How are you feeling?"I frowned. "Dad, are you seriously asking me that?" He shrugged, smiling. "If you must know then I'll tell you that waking
We heard the shuffling of feet and next came the voice –Krystal's to be precise. "Is that pepperoni sauce, I perceive?" Her voice rang from the living room."Oh, no." I face-palmed myself and dad laughed."Why that face?" He smiled."I'm not ready for what is coming Dad, I'm so not ready." I grimaced."Krystal, you are right about what your nose perceived." Rosa said, entering the kitchen area. "Good morning." She yawned and pushed her hair back."Good morning. Slept well?" Dad asked and walked over to the cooker."Yeah, it was splendid." She stretched. "And about you?""Pretty much okay." He shook his head. "Hold it, are we hosting some kind of a party?" Krystal asked strolling over to the island where I was seated.I rolled my eyes. "Well, good morning to you." She turned, looked at me and gave me a closed-lip smile. "We are hosting the prime minister.""Oh really!!" She exclaimed with a fake gasp."Don't be dramatic." I said and stood up from my seat."Seriously, are we hosting an
I and Rosa got in the car and drove off after setting the location on the GPS. So far, the drive was calm and quiet until Rosa started giggling to the point where it became annoying. "Hey, what's up with you?" I glanced at her and then back at the road."I'm sorry." Rosa laughed. "It's just this guy I met recently." She mumbled."And who is he?" I asked as I made a successful turnout of our street. She inhaled, smiling. "Max McNamara." She stopped at the look I gave her. "Don't ask me, how I knew his surname. He's a computer guru and also a big-shot photographer. He seems so nice and very funny. He's a master's student and he works with....."My eyes widen at all the information she had on him. "Wait, how the heck did you know all this?" I interrupted.She smiled. "Some he told me, others I found out myself." She smirked in satisfaction. I shook my head and laughed. "Girl, you're smitten by him. Is he handsome?" I asked and turned on the indicator light as I drove into the parking l
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