"I can't take it any longer, Greg. Ugh! I don't understand why you always make me tease like this!" Caruss screamed in his room, staring at the magazine he was clutching. He was enjoying the numerous publications of his ogling ultimate crush, Gregory Wayle who's one of Greentown State's finest hunk models. "You are truly handsome, huh? I'll never get tired of staring at you, my gosh!" he said with a charming twisted mouth, expressing his amorous zeal. However, Gregory Wayle's promotions are lacking, yet his charisma was strong enough to encompass an incomprehensible longing in his supporters. Furthermore, paparazzi who are aware of his existence would undoubtedly daydream, and Caruss is one of them.
Caruss's best friend, Sheena Becker - the actress, soon salvaged him after knowing his condition. With little space in her condo, Caruss has no option but to stay. He decided to dwell first at Sheena's house and search for an apartment hereafter daybreak. "I'm so sorry if I bothered you, Sheena. I just don't have anyone else to seek help. My bank accounts were locked with just a click of Papa's phone right away. So, I have no option to reach you," Caruss explained as he was racked with coughing spasms while Sheena couldn't decipher what he said. "How...how much do you want?" Sheena's forehead furrowed and asked how much money Caruss needed. "Huh? No, it's not like that. I truly have no one else to approach at this moment except you," Caruss wondered as he tried to explain. He also felt ashamed in front of her due to the fast incident. "Is that what you mean? Oh Caruss, don't mind it. You're the one I'm worried about right now because o
“Who are you? What you got here, huh?" Greg's tongue seems too thick and makes it hard to talk and form a word. "I want to have another drink and I'm about to get hammered. Oh, I don’t know if I want to...you know, go," he even laughed that it was pointless to say. Caruss choked a tad as he began dripping again. He didn't know what was Greg trying to imply as they were facing each other now. He also wasn't so sure if his hunk idol does recognize him because of the tape. A fast-paced incident happened, Caruss was alarmed, even more, when Greg came slightly closer to him which cause their noses to pertain. Greg's uplifting look flowed all over Caruss's face and then he became even more anxious. He also noticed Greg's fist that was already rooted in anger. "Will he be going to punch me now?" Caruss mumbled to himself and felt queasy. "Will he hurt me? Why is he just staring at me?" He added as his sweat also trickled.
"For Pete's sake! You surprised me there, Greg. You almost gave me a heart attack." Caruss reaction was unreadable and his sights were broadened at what had happened. He was even more anxious when his body groped Greg's abdominal muscles and brushed the bulge. "Hey, did you even think that I will take advantage of you now, huh? I admit that I am dreaming up about you but I'm not that pervert. Nothing will be going to happen. Nothing!" Caruss rolled his eyes. He then took a distance away as to once he's afraid that Greg might awaken and catch him ahead. There he gently let his hunk idol slumber on the cloak he prepared as he decided to change the doss. Greg intensified his snore while Caruss couldn't nod off well. He closed his eyes and tried to force himself to sleep but what 'went on' recently was still confused in
"Hell, no!" Greg was appalled by what his manager said since it was indeed an eye-opener for him. His eyebrows were raised but only showed more curves than seen in fear while his jaw was also dropped. "Yeap," his manager chuckled. "There's a lot of paparazzi who seized a scene of you, and Caruss was real with you," his manager added while Greg was restless because of the embarrassment. "Are you serious, was he really with me last night? How did it happen? Why were we together?" Greg was dumbstruck and his dazed look was in bewilderment. He shrugged off his shoulders with his hands up and his inner voice churned in a low as he murmured a rambling sound like not having to make any sense of it. "You're the only one who could answer that. The reason why I'm sending you here is to ask you why you were together," his manager justifie
"By the way, I was planning to visit you sometimes. Where are you renting now?" Lady Rosell expressed an inquiry since she wanted to know where Caruss temporarily dwell. However, the moment halted in a short time when Caruss couldn't think enough on how to respond to his stepmother, since, he doesn't found any location to live yet. "Uhm...the t-truth is," he gulped and was stammered as he said. "I'm still searching for an apartment to settle in," then he had a grimacing face. "Oh, dear," Lady Rosell exhaled an excessive sigh. "Why don't you just accept my offer instead of making it hard for yourself to find an apartment? You know, settling in a luxurious and classy condo that you will be able to live comfortably for sure," she tried to convince Caruss while she was being alarmed too. "You shouldn't do this, Mama. I don't want you to get involved in whatever nonsense I've done," Caruss insisted since he truly didn't want to involve his
Caruss hurriedly grabbed his phone and ran away from him, while Greg was still stunned by the incident. However, Greg couldn't move an inch after he saw Caruss in front. He only acted right after he heard some buzz from the paparazzi around him when he was also seen with Caruss. He then decided to chase Caruss afterward. "He-hey!" He yelled in stupefaction. As to Caruss, he was somewhat dodged so far that his hunk idol, Greg, could no longer catch up with him anymore. Greg then flounced as he rushed back to the cafe thinking that the jerk he so much scorned had just evaded him again. "This is annoying! Damn! Why was I barely appalled after I caught him up? Why can't I even suitably stride, huh?" He indistinctly uttered words and raised a clenched fist as he entered back into his car, then just thought of going home. Meanwhile, Caruss was sweaty and nervous as he scrambled back to the condo. While he was st
Caruss was now out from Sheena's condo and he could not be ceased from leaving. While he was waiting for some taxi outside, a limousine met him without an interval of time and three muscular escorts came out too. "Young Pearson, Lady Rosell instructed us to take you to your condo. Let us pick you up now," an escort wearing sunny pro sunglasses bowed and frankly said to him, while he was being guided by the others to let him in the car then hurriedly got in the limousine so they could eventually take off. At the same time, Greg was on his way home. He didn't expect anything to happen when a bunch of henchmen just appeared and surrounded his car that causing him to stop driving. "Damn! They're here again," he yelled into his inner self since he knew what was their purpose. Years ago, Greg likes to gamble. He always waste money and wealth by playing in the casino, sparing a lot of time with some promiscuous women and he was completely bur
When Caruss could no longer detain Gregory who carefully trying to uncover him, knowing that he would be slain directly in front, he exclaimed an obtrusive volume of sound just to surcease and desist his act, "Help! Can someone save me? Please help!" and Gregory was being entangled by his vociferating, which was obnoxious to hear.Fortunately, there's a sudden knock on the door which interrupted Gregory from removing the mask, and still lucky for Caruss that he will not be caught. Gregory, on the other hand, pretended to be clearheaded first like a usual person who doesn't being under the influence of too many liquors, as well as checking his breathing, calming his annoyed mind while having a sinuous walk, and lithe movements towards the room entrance. Then, a muscular crew burst into his sight at the door. "Sir, is there a problem here? I heard a scream asking for help," he inquired, peering behind him.But only a halcyon reply Gregory has responded and he even managed to crack a jo
"Is that..." he stammered in asking.His iris was being distorted while his lips were deliberately garbled and sifted impurities from what he had seen. From those puffy spherical jellylike hollow photosensitive organs, followed by a thick line of hairs in the upper part of a steep eye and down to the kissable edge fleshy labium beneath the nose bridge, he did not doubt that it was truly his ogling idol, Gregory Wayle.Gregory's titillating trunk alarmed him with an imminent sharp intimation, so he merely stupefied and gazed, unable to move his legs much, catching his breath several times and being timorous from a timid disposition while worrying a lot that he might be caught."Damn! What is fucking Gregory doing here? Is he will be the client? No way!" he puts a mark on his head."Hey," his hunk idol called his attention and lifted closer to him, while he couldn't form any phrases in his mind as he was being perplexed. Then, Gregory made a quick leftward motion of the head, expressin
Caruss moved forward with impetuosity, rushing out to the condo, and drove his Lamborghini to the clubhouse so he could send Gregory home. Since Mr. Wayle had entrusted to him his hunk idol, therefore he still has to pick him up, even if he wanted to rest, even if Gregory chases him away and despises him to the point of death. After all, he still wants to forfend Mr. Wayle's trust in him. He then take action to the entrance with haste as soon as he got to the opulent clubhouse. Unfortunately, the watchmen refused to let him in, since the club was exclusive for the VIPs. He insisted though they can obviously see how pricey his Lamborghini parked across the street, he still can do nothing after he couldn't have presented any VIP voucher. Caruss was now in serious trouble and unsure how to get Gregory home. Then he decided to get back into his Lamborghini, hoping to make touch with Mr. Wayle again. Of a sudden, there was a fortuitous chance occured, he noticed a gay dad
Upon hearing the statements of Mr. Tan, he couldn't speak in total stupefaction since he's not used to being rejected yet so he considered a lot of things. "This is all your fault, Caruss!" he blurted out a very strong emotion in his psyche. "If I was aware that you've been employed here, I wouldn't have arranged a meeting and hesitated to come." While he was still adequately talking to Mr. Tan, he simply ignored the insult to him. "Mr. Tan, I work professionally," he parted his lips and started a conversation once more, "and what I have learned from my experiences, it's not about the character and attitude in human conduct when it comes to modeling, rather it's about whether he's committed and competent at everything he's expected to do." "I don't believe so, Gregory," Mr. Tan straightaway answered back at him, "but we're not just searching for people like that. Our models have decent manners and charming attitudes. They aren't rude and much less sel
As soon as Caruss reached his destination, Sandy's stern frown flashed across his face. He appeared worried and conflicted because he was running late for his first job. "I'm afraid you'd still have the courage to show up?" Sandy asked arrogantly, raising an eyebrow. "Doesn't it seem embarrassing? This will be your first job, and you're already two minutes late?" Caruss inclined his back and apologized, "I am so sorry." "Go get some clothes and change," Sandy foregoing her statement as she handed the dress code to him. "When it comes to schedule, I am truly strict. So, be prompt on time and improve your work," she continued. Caruss was clueless that Sandy, his boss, was Gregory's kinsfolk. Gregory, likewise, has no transcendent entity that the jerk he despises has been employed and is working for his cousin. Sandy, on the other hand, lighthearted her concern with complete insouciance since she was no longer involved in Caruss and Gregory's mutual enmi
They couldn't have envisaged the scenario a few minutes ago when Greg had a good company with his best friends Drew and Thadeus. Drew was in great surprise, he was still in astonishment as he rigorously interrogated. "Hey, Greg, can you tell us what happened? Why were you here? Why did you and the jerk Caruss reside in the same room? Were you now together, huh?" he inquired, clearly disturbed by what had occurred. Gregory snarled at him, "Idiot! Did you ever think I truly desire to dwell with that gay fool, huh? You know how much I despise gays, especially Caruss, who burned out his entire career attempting to ruin me in the media." "So what actually happened, dude?" Thadeus echoed when he couldn't extrapolate why Gregory had to stay with the jerk. "What persuaded you to come here, and did you reside with him?" "It's..." Greg brought himself up by taking a deep, long audible inhalation before responding. "It's because of my father." He then di
A tremulous iris on Caruss's eyes has released when Greg approached closer. It was a total startlement for him since he could barely move from where he was standing as Greg drew nigher even more, with a smoky gaze and resentment. "W-what are y-you doing h-here?" Caruss caught an extending breathe from a paired saccular thoracic organs of his air-breathing vertebrate, as he made involuntary delays in asking. "Isn't it obvious?" Greg raised lines of hair above his eyes, looked to the other side, and stated in a strong and definite manner. "Of course, I finally conform to my father's order." He even conveyed displeasure and grumpiness. Caruss smirked for a moment as if he couldn't have a 'firm of conviction' from Greg-who was now very obedient. He felt hesitant on how to deal with him due to the overflowing lividity Greg had carried. "What about now? Why can't you just even speak to me, huh, fagot?" Greg raised his tone again. There was a sudden
Mr. Wayle had just finished his meeting regarding the company’s next project. When the board members left, Caruss quickly came off in front of him. He felt uneasy in accepting the job that Mr. Wayle had offered even though he was uncertain what would happen to them with Gregory every single day. "I'm delighted we met again, Young Pearson," Mr. Wayle's mouth dug up in a manifestation and even demanded him a seat. However, Caruss's chest pulsated loudly in the rhythm as he was confused about how to start the conversation. He just smiled in front of Mr. Wayle and then managed to rest on the haunches. "Have you reckoned carefully about the job I proposed to you?" Mr. Wayle inquired without haste. "Uhmm..." Caruss squirted his mouth with unstable sounds while trying to clear his throat before responding. "I have no idea why you would do this to your son since I have thought that there are still various things that he can change as well. But, but... I will
"Mr. Wayle, I don't think your decision was fair. It's my fault," the entire gist awakens and sheaths to Caruss a strange shock while he indistinctly put forth in opposition to Mr. Wayle's consequences since he could not truly believe the aftereffect. "Young Pearson," Mr. Wayle turned around, chatted to him, tapping his shoulders, and gave him an eye. "I spoiled this brat too much," he added. Caruss gulped up at what Mr. Wayle asserted even though it's hard for him to believe the rapid pace of the incident. "He needs a lesson," Mr. Wayle glanced at Greg once more while Caruss' eyes were trembling when he and Greg both had stared at each other. "I'm sorry for his mistreatment of you," Mr. Wayle's cold voice resembled discourtesy accompanied by an expression of an excuse. "Now I have realized that my son has badly need to learn to live with his own. I would let him live with you, to be in the reality right from his blood and endeav