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 still in the lobby, the paparazzi who noticed him got managed to record him a live stream online. Although he doesn't care about it, what matters to him now is to move out from Gregory Wayle's target list since he was very worried to think that Greg might chase him forever.While Greg was driving home, he suddenly received a bunch of notifications on his social media accounts, and there was a live stream about Caruss burst. Instead of heading home, he shortly altered his mind, reroute his car, and decided to come back into Caruss' condo again."This time, you will be going to witness how dangerous Gregory Wayle is. I will never forfeit the havoc you had made to me again, Caruss Pearson." His eyebrows came down and together, his eyes glared and there was a narrowing of his lips corners.When Caruss entered the room, a bundle of nerves met him thinking that Greg might have followed him. His gestures began to get sweaty, as well as his heart rate, increasing, and he felt that fluttery nervous stomach too.He has been perplexed at what to do. He was also ashamed to call Sheena since she was at work. So, he was determined to leave before Greg could catch up with him there."I shouldn't linger here, just in case something else happens to me. Greg was furious and I don't know what else could he do. It would be better if I should be the one to avert the trouble than to make the situation even worse," he was seriously bothered as he began packing his stuff. He shuddered as he move so quickly. He attempted to call Sheena a few times, hoping he can be helped but it didn't answer."Bud, please, pick up your phone. Answer me. I need you." He said to himself. He was also couldn't relieve the tension while he wandered around the corner.In the meantime, Greg can't wait to see Caruss again. He truly could no longer wait to nip the cruelty and ferocity he carried just for him. When he got to the condo, he hurriedly went to the elevator. Also, fans who saw him dared to snap him a shot just to break the social media again while he was just impatient to strike Caruss later.Suddenly, a bunch of posts popped up on Caruss's phone, and saw Greg who was coming to his room."What? Is this real?" His mouth goes wide open to the fullest extent and his forehead was pulled up greatly.He was completely nonplussed by the sudden news. He then hastened his action to finally get an exit but unfortunately, he became more anxious when he heard a doorbell coming from the outside."Oh, no!" A big round on his mouth has formed while his eyes pulsated after he heard the buzzing door.On the other hand, Greg's steps were speeding toward Caruss's room. He immediately remembered the moments he got drunk and when he was delivered there too. So, he was hopeful that he would be going to meet now the jerk he ever loathed.When he arrived, he rang the doorbell several times. It can also be seen in his gestures that he was eager to confront Caruss, just to pay for the evilness it has been committed against him.Caruss darting his eyes and having a swiveling head, his eyebrows were knitted together as he keep biting his lips. He wasn't sure what must he would do since Greg would surely catch him up. He also heard the fleetness ringing of the doorbell outside several times which had made him even more troubled. He was already sweating as he hurried to act and thought at first of peeking on it at the door, and he wasn't mistaken to see that it was truly Gregory Wayle who keeps chiming in the doorbell. Caruss now was even more scared to think that he was being cornered and had no other options to run away from him."Damn it! He shouldn't have caught me now. What am I going to do?" He raised a question to himself as his chest throbbed even harder.Since no one even answered, Greg just managed to knock on the door. He was being quiet and seemed calm about what to do. As he said, Caruss shouldn't have noticed that he was finally there at the condo. But what he didn't know was that Caruss had already preceded him.Greg was soon startled when someone finally opened the door and got even more surprised after seeing a trans woman wearing lingerie who has busted in front of him."Yes? What can I do for you...Mister?" The woman shortly asked him and even got to flirt. However, to disguise is the only thing that Caruss can do so that he might not get caught by Greg.Caruss decided to change his customary dress and used Sheena's outfits, accompanied by an expensive wig just to furnish himself with a false appearance. In his new look, Greg couldn't truly catch him. Even though he was very scared, he tried to suppress his nervousness just to face Greg calmly and so he wouldn't notice.Instead of answering, Greg entered the room without any hesitation and searched the whole corner. While Caruss, on the other hand, pretended he was frightened."Hey, what are you doing?" He gently interrogated a query and forcefully imitated a woman's voice.Greg ignored him and even managed to look around."Where is he?" Greg asked by the time he realized that Caruss was not truly there."Huh?" Caruss acted as he seemed confused by Greg's concern. "He...who?" He further clarified and pretended that he did not know who was Greg looking for.But, Greg directly just came closer to him and deeply peered from his head to toe. "Caruss Pearson. Where is he!" His deep audible breath showed eagerness in seeing Caruss."Uhm... Mister, I'm afraid to know that you entered the wrong room. There was no Caruss here, I'm the only one who lived here," Caruss was stammered in explaining to him and convinced him to just leave.However, Greg just intently stared and got even more glare at him. Caruss then felt uncomfortable especially when their eyes had met again. "Oh, shit! I hope he doesn't recognize me now," Caruss said in his mind as he couldn't look directly at Greg."Are you kidding me, huh? I remember every corner in this room and I am so sure that Caruss was here too," Greg would excuse, grinding his teeth and suppressing his heating blood.Caruss pushed him away and pretended to be innocent again. "I'm sorry? I don't know what you're talking about. Kindly leave this place before I call the guard?" He even got to command Greg."Just don't cover him, okay? Come on, get him out! Hey, Caruss Pearson, I know you're just hiding. Why don't you just come out and face me? Do not be cowardly to deal with all the nonsense stuff you did," Greg yelled as he wandered again to every nook of the room."Mister, do not cause a scandal here. If you have a problem with that person please don't get me involved. There are many things that I have to finish today and you're already bothering me," Caruss explained and even happened to be pleasing so that Greg would feel sorry for him and turn the conversation around.Greg gently fled a very intense air from his breathing. His reaction also shifted after he heard the trans woman's reason. His forehead was no longer knit and seemed to have become calmer."I'm sorry. Maybe I entered the wrong room. I didn't mean to bother you," Greg softly replied as he turned at a low speed to move an exit. In Caruss's mind, he can't wait for Greg to finally leave out of the room. He must be careful and move to a place where he could peacefully settle in, to think that Greg might come back there at Sheena's condo, for times around.He didn't say something instead let Greg just leave. To Greg, he was secretly flounced when he got out. He was very aggravated to think that he failed to confront the jerk he so much hate, a second time.Caruss forthwith closed the door when his hunk idol fully disappeared from his sight. He had very rough and deep breathing due to the emotional restraint he had earlier.He was still lucky to have avoided Greg, and now he must make sure that they would not be going to meet again."I badly need to find a place to settle as soon as possible. I know he wouldn't stop me until I can pay back about what I have done," he was uncertain what to do as he sat on the bed for a moment.Suddenly, he was alarmed when he heard a buzzing sound. He just received another call from Sheena and was very worried when he was talked to."Hey, bud. I am so sorry for the calls I have missed. I have just got my break from the set. What happened? Is there a problem, huh?" He hasstraightforwardly been asked by her."I should be the one who would apologize to you for what I caused. Bud, I think I don't need to stay here longer. I should leave now and find a place to move in. Greg came here and almost caught me, geez!" he promptly responded while his lips were stuttering and couldn't utter words naturally."What?" Sheena was shocked by what he had said. "Uhm... It's good that Greg didn't catch you. How about the accommodation that I'm telling you about yesterday? You can stay there for a moment.""Oh, Sheena." Caruss sighed. "Don't worry, I'll update you once I move in, okay? Thanks for the offer but I have to leave now, " he insisted with a sinking heart."You have to be careful, buddy. I'm afraid that someone else might see you and follows you," reminded Sheena.While he was busy putting things into his bag, without any delay, he just remembered what his stepmother offered him. Though he didn't want it at first, he couldn't do anything for the moment, so he quickly called her to talk."Caruss, my son. Why do you call? Is there a problem?" His stepmother's cold voice raised a question after picking her phone up."Ma? Can I visit the condo right now?" He asked in haste when he was leaving.Eventually, Greg could not let go of his simmering anger. He went wild, unrestrained, crazy, and even enthusiastic. He truly went insane inside in his car to think that Caruss, the jerk, escaped his hands again."Ugh, fuck!" His eyes widened and his skin glistened with perspiration. "We will be going to meet soon, Caruss Pearson. Don't be complacent first since I will never be calm until I can make up for you," he then behave in a very uncontrolled way. He didn't know that the trans woman he talked with earlier was already Caruss. But for now, he can do nothing instead of heading home.
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
The rising sun cast a reddish shade across the morning sky with the golden fingers of rays that lit up Wayle's mansion. The white fluffy clouds drifted, lightning flashed all over the atmosphere and brought with a strong gust of wind that blew against Greg's face. Greg was being tumultuous in the living room. He was unable to calm his mind in calling his father since it didn't respond to him. He was upset quite a bit, thinking that he shouldn't waste time in saving his family from the threat when he can't pay the remaining twenty-five percent of the debt. "Father, please. Come on, pick up your phone," he was bothered, and stubbornly suppressing his control marked by being fidgety. The phone keeps ringing but no one seems to answer. "You don't seem to be comfortable there, Greg? Are you calling
Caruss was almost delayed when he got into the office. Since he didn't want to be embarrassed in his first job interview experience, he was having a rush of adrenaline and had heart palpitations in reaching the HR department. He appeared with the castle of his self-confidence that was collapsing even though he was already in a spot. However, there was a staff who accommodated him well and delivered him to Mr. Wayle's office. He felt a little nervous since he hadn't prepared himself much, knowing that the company's president will be the one to interview him. But, he still arrived at the office with a state of being certain while he couldn't resist his mind to wander. "Oh, no. I have never thought that the president himself will be the one to talk with me. Hopefully, I can handle all the questions he will throw to ask," he said to himself. "It's an honor to finally meet you, young Pearson," Mr. Wayle warmly welcomed him with an encouraging of his ap
"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
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
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
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
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
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