“Thank you so very much, sir!” The bright smile of the blue-eyed blonde had to be the prettiest the taxi driver had ever seen. For some seconds, his outstretched hand hung in the air while his eyes dwelled in the unmatched magnificence of her spotless face. Why was one person so… otherworldly?“Sir?” Tessa now standing at the gate of the Ballet Academy called again. The aged driver broke free from his trance afterward, then shook his head. “Y-you're welcome.” He smiled lightly while receiving his fare for the service provided. While the tires of the yellow taxi car drove towards the Estate's exit gate, Tessa turned her attention to the beautifully established but massive building.Within fifteen minutes, she had arrived at the Academy, and sincerely she thought the Estate's security would prove difficult, but surprisingly, she wasn't questioned once her face was beheld. Perhaps Doreen ordered them to grant her unceasing access. “I need to be quick then leave.” Those pair of blue
The exchange of glares between the two gorgeous beings came to a brief pause once a ding was heard. It was Doreen's phone, and he unhesitatingly glanced at it with the thought that it'd be a message from Tessa. Truly, it was and in the next, she apologized about leaving the restaurant and not informing him about her whereabouts. She stated she was at a café shop within W Estate, but wasn't alone. “Who the fuck is she with?” Doreen muttered, feeling slightly relieved but jealous. Tessa could've told him whether it was a man or not. Either way, he now knew her location, so sincerely needed to get the hell out of there. He diverted his cold, blank gaze to the grinning blonde hair that seemed so much like an idiot in his eyes. Doreen had no problem in running over him, but Francisco was a different breed of bastard. “You want to run me over? Oh, like how you did to my fucking trust? You bloody backstabber!” Still seated on his bike, Francisco blurted with gradually reddening eyes.
That morning, and like the previous, her beautiful face was the first thing he beheld. Beholding the face of an angel in the morning was a blessing, right? Doreen considered it so and for the next few minutes, those green eyes of his were fixated on his slumbering Tessa. His right hand moved to the lengthy strands of hair shielding some parts of her face, then gently brushed it aside. “I'm so glad you came into my life, angel. Fucking glad.” Doreen leaned in, places a mild kiss on her lips. Afterward, he rolled out of the bed as quietly as possible; he would rather not wake her up just yet. Tessa clearly had a busy day yesterday, and although it was confusing why she had a class on a Friday, he decided to stay quiet about it. His angel wasn't the secretive type, so eventually Tessa was going to tell him the reason. Doreen did attempt to ask Madam Angelica but canceled against the idea. Soon, he could be seen stepping out of the bathroom with his dark hair wholly drenched.
“I'm going to slap that disgust off your darn face if you don't get rid of it!” She was fed up. Being the elder sister of Doreen Williams was something many would consider fun, and downright luxurious. Yeah, Pearl lived a life even a country's president's daughter would classify as overly extravagant but with her icy younger brother?“Let's get this over with already.” His response was a cold mumble that was barely audible as he pulled out the car key. The immaculate white posh Maybach halted in a spot in the parking lot of a multipurpose mall. It does sound absurd; the Williams siblings shopping for groceries.The Williams Mansion back at W Estate entailed countless chefs, high-class cooks, and top-notch maids, but shocking enough, the Williams Manor had only a chef. Their parents, Mr. and Mrs. Williams, preferred their meals to be made by one person. Accordingly, they distaste multiple people being involved in the preparation of their meals. Now that a family dinner, one that
She had a bad feeling. An awful one that had formed a painful lump in her gullet, which she carried around. Tessa, and, like the other dancers, were headed for the changing room. It was remarkable how spacious the W Empire was, yet the blond beauty was too tense to even acknowledge that. It didn't stop the others, and it acted as fuel that ignited their determination to get signed into this glorious workplace. Again, Doreen Williams was also a prize. Being a ballet dancer here would allow interactions between the President and the dancers. When shows were made it'd be a mandate for him to accompany the dancers and the ladies here would die for an opportunity to sit in the same space as he. All were aware he now had a girlfriend — one he loved to the extent of announcing her name, and the name Tessa Rashford was known by every being across the continent. Her picture was yet to be revealed, so the ladies in their mind believed they had a chance to be Doreen's. Mutters of admira
Everyone turned to the entrance, and shockingly, three security guards of W Empire were accompanying her. Her aura spelled sheer trouble; trouble for Tessa. “Ms Maria, is something the matter?” Madonna rapidly went to her side, and Klaus narrowed his eyes. Bitches stick together, and if he knew anyone that possesses immeasurable bitchiness, then it was Sir Robert's PA.The closeness, and informalities between Madonna and Maria from the onset were unsettling, what were they up to?“Yes! There's a problem! A huge fucking one! My diamond earring is missing!” The twin ballet dancers had paused in their dance, and likewise, others had drawn nearer to the screaming lady in the wheelchair. “See?” Maria pointed to the left earlobe, then turned her right one. “Did you freaking wear it this morning?” Tessa questioned, clearly irritated by everything. She knew Maria was going to cause an assy scene today, but she wished, and prayed, she didn't. “What!” She frowned deeply at Tessa, and Fra
“Isn't that the darn thing?” Francess like others had spotted it easily, and laying there was Maria's diamond earring. “So it was never stolen but carelessly misplaced.” One of the ballet dancers mumbled, and Maria was frozen. The female guard had to walk over there and pick it up. It matched perfectly with the one Tessa plucked ruthlessly from Maria's right ear. The brown-haired lady refused to gaze at any and went hellishly quiet. Possibly, she would remain so for a while, and Klaus scoffed. “Won't an apology be rendered?” He uttered loud enough for Maria to hear, and Tessa responded instead. “Fuck that. Can we please return to our purpose of being here? Time is wasting, Mr. Klaus.” Visibly, she wanted to leave at the appointed time, and he instantly understood her reason. She surely didn't inform Doreen of this tryout, and perhaps wanted to keep it a secret from him. Klaus would gladly help. “Of course. Back to the room, please.” The ballet dancers and Klaus made their way b
Exhaustion was sneered boldly on that beautiful face of hers, but at the sight of Doreen, a wide smile crept up her lips. “Good evening.”“Evening.” He expected an embrace but Tessa tiredly plumped her head on his chest. It was so relaxing, and he heard her sigh out. “How was work?” He questioned, stroking her hair, and she hesitated to respond. She distastes lying to the ones she loved yet had to in this case unless her secret would be out. It just had to wait a bit more. “Same as always but kind of too hectic. And… Doreen!” Tessa laughed out once her feet departed from the floor. He scooped her off the ground, and now in his arms, kissed her forehead deeply. “Then Tessa Rashford, allow me to treat you specially today, and for the rest of your life.” He uttered sweetly, and she laughed again.“Okay, Doreen Williams. I'm all yours.” She placed her left palm on his cheek then drew in for a kiss.It was a brief one and afterward, he began ascending the staircase. At that moment,