"Chase!" Chase stopped halfway across the room and slowly rolled his eyes when he picked up on the angry note when his mother called out his name. He strolled towards the living room where his mother was sitting while reading a magazine and braced himself against the wall. "What now, Mom?" She raised her glaring eyes to meet his and then threw the magazine on top of the glass table in front of her. "I don't know, you tell me." Chase glanced at the magazine and it didn't take him long enough to notice that the gossip section was filled with his pictures again with a long paragraph about whatever rumor they had come up with this time. But what suddenly caught his interest was that only this time, it wasn't his pictures alone. Sylvia was in on it too. He looked at his mother who was already glaring at him with her arms and legs crossed. He can already tell what was coming. "It's a good thing I managed to contact them to label her as another anonymous conquest of yours. Otherwise
Sylvia only managed to sleep for three hours last night because she managed to escape from the charity afterparty at two in the morning, and also because of her mother who wasn't planning to let her leave so soon not till she introduced her to nearly all of the guests that had attended. By the time she arrived at her apartment, she was too exhausted and lazy that she went straight to bed without even taking off her dress not caring if she rips any of the corners or zippers or whatever when she toss and turns in the night. She woke up in the morning with a small migraine and decided to freshen up and change out of her clothes. She sat on the stool at her countertop while waiting for her coffee to be done while she rubs her temples as the pain continues to increase. When her coffee was done, she took a small sip with her eyes closed and leaned her head down on top of the counter while groaning. Her phone starts ringing from beside her and without lifting her head, she grabs her phon
"Thank you. Miss Falcon will discuss the contract details with your assistant." Jason said with a satisfied smile on his face.The man whom he had thanked was Mr. Wright who was sitting across the table from them with his assistant Mr. Parker by his side. Jason had flawlessly managed to seal another business deal with Mr. Wright, the only difference this time is that instead of holding this kind of meetings inside the board rooms Mr. Wright decided to invite them out for lunch.Sylvia felt a small ache in her heart as she sat staring between Jason and Mr. Wright with a smile on her face. She was going to miss moments like this, attending meetings with Jason and feeling triumphed every time they close a successful deal.Resigning was a lot harder than she thought. This was
Chase was startled when Sylvia suddenly stormed inside his office, locked the door, and pull down the blinds. He slowly raised from his seat and wanted to calm her down first but he held back when he realized how really mad she is. It doesn't show on her face, but her body language was saying a lot."It's not what you think. Just let me explain please."Sylvia looked at him with a hard expression on her face and she folded her arms across her chest and juts her chin out."Ten seconds." Her tone along with her response immediately set Chase to panic."She's a friend of mine and needed my help. Her boyfriend is that lame-ass actor that I don't remember what his name is, he's been using her and her connections to get h
Sleeping and ice cream were not enough to make her feel any better. If anything, they only made her feel worse by reminding her of the reason why she was in that situation to be eating ice cream and trying to sleep in the first place.She wanted to talk to someone about it, ask for advice, and see what their opinion of the situation is. Shay was her best and her only option, she was tempted to call her and talk about it with her on the phone but suddenly decided against it at the last minute.She felt it would be better if she go and see her instead and tell her what happened. So, after showering and changing into new clothes, and putting on some makeup to conceal the puffiness around her eyes, she left her apartment and drove to Falcon. Grp where Shay is working.She's b
It's been a week since Sylvia and Chase broke up. Not only do their friends and families have started to notice, but the media as well. TMZ and a few other magazines have released a couple of articles and stories about them, all wondering if they had parted ways for good this time since neither of them had confirmed anything on their social media accounts. Chase especially.Sylvia had finally resigned from C&E Holdings. People have started to wonder if her reason for resigning was because of Chase but Jason held a meeting the other day and announced to everyone working in his company that no one should question Sylvia's resignation or Chase ever again and if he hears another word about it, they'll have to answer directly to him.In simple words, they're never going to set foot at the company again as if it will be thei
"You look terrible mate," Jason comments the minute Chase sat down in front of him.Chase glared at him and signaled to the waitress to come over."Thanks for the remindermate." He replied and then turned to the waitress with a smile."Black coffee. Strong please." The waitress nods and walked away after noting down his order.Jason had already ordered his usual Expresso and he was drinking it to try and suppress his laughter because Chase, really do look horrible.His brain barely provides him with any memories from last night and that's what alcohol usually does to him. Make him for
Sylvia wasn't feeling too excited or glad about seeing Mrs. Evans again. But something about her tone last night when she called her, made her feel a little concerned that something was going on. Either with Chase or with her, she has no idea at all. But she was going to find out soon.To her surprise, Mrs. Evans was not there yet in the café when she arrived. Their usual table was occupied today so she chose to sit at another table and decided to wait for her to come.As every minute goes by, her anxiety level starts to rise. Her feet kept endlessly tapping against the tiled floor below her and her fingers were tightly locked together.She ordered herself a cup of coffee while she waited, she thought
~3 months later ~Shanelle POVLife has a funny way of taking unexpected turns. As I sit here, reflecting on the whirlwind of events that have unfolded in my life, it's hard to believe how much has changed in such a short span of time. Traveling, modeling, and chasing my dreams have taken on a whole new meaning. Vincent, with his enigmatic presence, crashed into my world like a silent storm, shaking up everything I thought I knew. And truth be told, I'm grateful for that unexpected collision.Before Vincent entered the picture, my life revolved around two things: traveling and my modeling career. I was passionate about both, but I had always approached them with a certain level of detachment, keeping myself at arm's length from truly embracing the experiences that lay before me. I was lost in a robotic existence, constantly pushing myself beyond my limits to maintain an illusion of perfection, covering up the cracks within me, all for the sake of fame and the spotlight.But Vincent ch
Shanelle POVAs I settled into my seat on the plane, ready for the journey back home to San Francisco, I couldn't shake off the heavy burden that had settled upon my heart. The events of the past day haunted me, casting a dark shadow over my thoughts. Beside me, Beatrice and Kayleen sensed the change in my demeanor. Their concerned glances spoke volumes, but I couldn't find the strength to share the truth with them just yet.When I returned from my date with Vincent, my heart shattered and tears stained my cheeks. Beatrice and Kayleen did their best to offer comfort, but their words seemed distant, unable to penetrate the depths of my despair. I knew I had to face the consequences of my choices alone, and the pain of that realization only compounded my sorrow.
Shanelle POVAs I slowly blinked my eyes open, the morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. The warmth of the sun embraced us, enveloping Vincent and me in its gentle caress. Vincent lay beside me, still sound asleep, his features relaxed and tranquil. His dark hair was tousled, his chiseled jawline softened by the innocence of slumber. I couldn't help but marvel at the sight before me. He was simply breathtaking, and at that moment, my heart swelled with an overwhelming affection for him.Memories of last night flooded my mind, the intoxicating magic we shared. The passion and tenderness that flowed between us were beyond words. Each movement, every touch, etched in my memory like an intimate dance that only we knew. I replayed every detail, savoring the sensation that st
Shanelle POVAs the candlelight flickered on the table, casting dancing shadows across the room, Vincent and I began to savor our dinner. The tantalizing aromas filled the air, creating an ambiance that complemented our growing connection. As we savored each bite, the conversation naturally drifted towards my modeling career, sparked by Vincent's genuine curiosity."So tell me," Vincent began, his eyes filled with intrigue, "how long have you been modeling?"A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I reminisced about my journey."It's been three years now," I replied. "Ever since I stepped foot onto the runway for the first time, I knew I had found my passion. Modeling allows me to express
Shanelle POVI stood in front of the walk-in closet, the scent of Chanel, Dior, and Saint Laurent lingering in the air. Sunlight streamed through the open windows, casting a warm glow on the colorful array of clothing before me. Tonight is my date with Vincent, and I wanted to look my absolute best. However, as I scanned the rows of clothes, doubt crept into my mind.What the hell should I wear?Beatrice lay sprawled on the bed, engrossed in a fashion magazine. Her big blue eyes glanced up, catching my reflection in the mirror."Hey, Bea," I called out, hoping she could provide some much-needed guidance."Any thoughts on wh
Shanelle POVAs I sat behind the wheel of my car, driving down the bustling city streets, my mind was consumed by thoughts of Vincent. It had been two long days since we had last seen each other, those fleeting moments when he and Dan dropped us off at our hotel, leaving without much of a goodbye. Yet, despite the brevity of our encounter, I couldn't shake him from my thoughts.Did he think of me too? Was he caught in a whirlwind of memories and emotions just as I was? These questions tumbled through my mind, blending with the cacophony of car horns and the distant hum of city life. The uncertainty gnawed at me, twisting my heart in knots. I longed for answers, for a connection that I hoped went beyond a mere chance encounter.My destination, the prestig
Shanelle POVI stepped into the safe house, the familiar scent of home welcoming me. The adrenaline from the day's events was finally subsiding as I closed the door behind me. We had made it back safely, and a sense of relief washed over me. My muscles ached from the physical exertion and tension, and I couldn't wait to let go of the weight that had been pressing on me.After a quick glance around the dimly lit living room, I made my way towards the bedroom. The hot water of the shower embraced me, washing away the grime and leaving me refreshed. I changed into fresh clothes, relishing the feeling of comfort they brought. With a deep breath, I stepped outside into the night air, making my way toward the pool.The sky stretched above me, a canvas of stars
Shanelle POVI sat on my bed the next morning, clutching my phone tightly in my hands. The screen displayed a seemingly never-ending stream of notifications, each one more anxiety-inducing than the last. My heart raced as I watched my video from the frat party trend across social media platforms. It was as if people couldn't get enough of it, sharing it from one corner of the internet to another. And with each share, a flood of comments and feedback poured in, all directed at me.I had worked so hard to maintain my "perfect" reputation. People saw me as a walking embodiment of flawlessness, and I had meticulously crafted that image. But now, this video threatened to expose the cracks in my carefully constructed facade. It made me feel vulnerable and exposed to the judgment of others, and it terrified me.
Shanelle POVAs the anticipation built up inside me, I glanced at the clock on my bedroom wall. It was already 9:00 p.m., and I hurriedly surveyed myself in the mirror, making sure every detail of my outfit was just right.I had opted for a sleek black dress that hugged my curves in all the right places. Its off-the-shoulder design added a touch of sophistication, while the knee-length skirt showcased a playful edge. I paired it with strappy heels that elongated my legs and completed the look with a statement necklace and a bold red lip. I couldn't help but feel confident in this ensemble.Beatrice and Kayleen burst into my room with equally limited excitement for tonight's mission or whatever they wanted to call it. They looked stunning in their own dis