Honey's POV.
After the shoot, I went to the changing room. I changed my outfits and wore a plain black turtleneck silken top and a black and navy striped wide leg pants. Immediately, I entered the changing room, I sat on a high stool and brought out my phone. I saw a missed call notification from my Dad. I called him back and smiled when he picked up.
"Dad."
"Yes, sweetie. How was the shoot?"
"It was good, we just finished."
"I hope it wasn't stressful." He sounded concerned.
I chuckled and shook my head. "No, it wasn't. It was actually fun, you should have come with me."
He actually promised to accompany the photoshoot, but he was busy so he couldn't.
"Oh my, you have no idea how much I wished I followed you, but I will make it up to you, okay?"
I smiled and turned on the stool. Amelia entered the changing room and waited for me to finish my call. "Really? How will you make it up to me."
He hummed. "Hmm, let me think about it."
I chuckled and shrugged. "You can make it up to me by buying my favorite pizza." I suggested.
"Oh yeah. Don't worry, I'll buy you ten boxes of pizzas!"
I laughed out loud and shook my head. "No, don't buy me ten boxes, I will get fat if I eat too much."
"Then, I will buy just a box of pizza."
"That's okay."
"Alright, I will call you later. Make sure you have a nice day, okay?"
"Thanks, I will. Make sure you have a nice day too." I said and he hung up the call.
Amelia arched a brow at me. "Don't you think I should also be given a box of pizza?"
I took my eyes from my phone and looked at her, smiling. "Of course, you should. We will share it."
After I changed my clothes, we left the photo studio and were on our way to my music studio when I noticed a fancy shoe store for men's footwear.
I sat up on my seat, staring at the store. My father's birthday was just a few weeks from now. I wanted to get him a fancy shoe as a present. I glanced at my chauffeur. "Please stop the car."
Amelia looked at me, confused. "Why? Do you forget something?"
"No, I want to check out something over there." I said and opened the car door.
Amelia leaned forward and furrowed her brows. "Should I follow you?"
I shook my head and got down from the car. "No, I will meet you at the studio."
Amelia looked bothered. "What about your car, how will you get to the studio?"
I smiled at her. "Don't worry about me. I will be fine."
She arched her brow. "Are you sure?
I nodded. "Yes, I will meet you at the studio."
She tightened her lips considering whether she should leave me or not. After a moment of hesitation, she told the chauffeur to start the car.
I sighed and walked into the colorful store. There was a big signboard on the glass door bearing the store name. Gowell shoe shore. It dangled as I opened the shop. Pleasant fragrance of lovely flowers wafted through my nostrils. The temperature of the shop was cool. There were different varieties of men's footwear displayed around the shop. I went to the counter when an attendant sat. I told her I wanted to buy a designated shoe for my father and she showed me their collection of special edition shoes. I picked Salvatore ferragamo. I loved the quality of its leather and its pointed edge. It was for my Dad so I wanted it to be very unique. After I filled in the details for the shoe, I excused myself and went to the restroom.
As I turned to the other corner leading to the restroom, I noticed a masked man stalking me from behind. He wore a black shirt and trousers with black leather shoes. His face was hidden behind a black cap and mask with a skeleton figure on it and he also wore black gloves. He slowed his pace whenever I turned to look at him.
I tensed up. I bent my head and acted oblivious to his stalking. I quickened my steps as I walked. I can't leave the shop without turning back so I rushed to the restroom. I was going to shut the door once I entered.
I was about to open the door of the restroom when I bumped into something hard and rigid. I looked up and noticed a chiseled face looking down at me, confused. I didn't know him, but I hugged him tightly and whispered into his ears.
"Just act like you know me."
Honey. I was taken to Michael’s room. I covered my mouth as I paced around the empty room. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. This was all wrong. How had I gone from finding my son to offering my body to Michael? The moment Michael’s men left, I rushed to the door and was about to push it open when it opened from outside. I froze as the door creaked open, and Michael walked inside with a mischievous smile. “Going somewhere?” he teased.“What did you do to Lorenzo?” I demanded.“Why are you asking?” he shot back. “I thought you didn’t care about him.”“He is still the father of my son,” I reminded him. Pursing his lips, Michael nodded, striding toward me. “Well, I suppose you could say that.”He was getting too close, invading my space. I stepped backward, trying to keep as much distance from him as possible. “So, did you tell him where Leo is?” I demanded.“Of course I did. We made a deal, didn’t we?” he asked, cornering me against the wall. My back hit the wall, and I stiffe
Honey.I went back to my room and met the stylist waiting for me. In no time, they dressed me up and one of the yacht staff took me to the theater. I gripped my purse as I entered the theater and was surprised to see it almost empty. Given that there was a music show, I expected to see more people, but excluding the staff, Michael was the only audience. He sat in the front row, watching an Orchestra playing various musical instruments on the stage. Hearing my footsteps, he turned in my direction and smiled. He took in my outfit and flicked his finger at me. “I just knew you were going to pick this dress. It seems you and I might just happen to have the same taste.”The stylist had shown me five different dresses I could wear for the show. I had picked a blue flowing dress which was fastened around my waist. If I knew this was the dress Michael had expected me to choose, I would have gone for the boring black dress.“I have to admit,” I said, walking towards him. “You seem to know the
Honey. The chef had prepared the fish I had caught in different food varieties. I had sent instructions to the chef to exclude some dishes from having fish as I was a vegetarian. When the meal was served on a dining table, Micheal laughed as he watched me search for the dishes that didn't have any fish. “Aren’t you a funny one?” He asked. “You caught such a huge fish, but you wouldn’t even have a taste of it.” “I’m a vegetarian.” “I’m curious,” he expressed, leaning closer to me. “Why do you go fishing when you can't even eat fish?” I looked away from the dishes and focused my attention on him. “I might be a vegetarian, but my parents aren't. I used to help them hunt for fish. Besides that, fishing is a fun activity.” “So why don't you like fish?” “Because it is dead flesh?” Micheal laughed. “So you will eat an alive one?” I narrowed my eyes at him, knowing clearly that he was just pulling my legs. “Of course, I won’t eat an alive one.” He nodded. “Yeah, I know. I was just k
Honey.The next morning we had gone to meet Michael at his yacht. I saw him standing at the stairs of the yacht. He waved at me when he saw me and walked down from the stairs. “You look beautiful, sweetheart,” he said, assessing my outfits. I hadn't worn something complicated. I was wearing a simple floral dress and a beach hat to shield my face from the scorching sun. I adjusted the hat on my head and looked at the yacht by the harbour of the sea. It was magnificent and huge. Too huge. I could barely see the top of it. Seeing how big it was, I understood why Micheal was planning on spending the weekend in it. The yacht looked like a typical mansion. “Is this the yacht for vacation?” I asked, shocked that a yacht as big as that even existed. Michael turned back and nodded. “Yes, it is,” Michal smiled. “Don't worry, I have arranged a lot of things we could do together this weekend. Trust me, it will be fun.”Lorenzo looked around the harbour, his glance calculative. He had brought
Honey. We walked into the room and saw Michael sitting behind his desk. He smiled when he saw us and stood up. “Oh my gosh!” He gasped, walking towards us. “I can’t believe both of you decided to visit me!” He approached me and spread his arms wide open to hug me, but I stepped out of his way. He pouted when he noticed I wasn’t willing to hug him. “Oh come on, Honey,” he said. “It has been a long time since we met. Don’t you miss me at all?” I shook my hair, brushing my hair backward. “No, I don’t.” Micheal nodded and crossed his arms. “So why are you here if you don’t miss me?” “Let’s have our seat first,” Lorenzo said, pulling Honey behind him. Michael laughed, touching his chest. “How rude of me to keep you all standing,” he walked toward the couch at the center of his office and sat. Then he waved at the other vacant couch. “Have your seat.” Lorenzo and I sat down together. Michael rested his back on the couch and curled his hand under his chin before saying. “So what w
Honey.Gripping the sheet in my hands, I went to the living room and slumped down on a couch. Lorenzo’s words are still echoing in my head. How could he blame me for Leo’s disappearance?Right from the start, I had tried everything possible to keep Leo safe. I had hidden far away, keeping my existence secret just so nobody would know about Leo. Just so he could be safe, but even everything I had done wasn’t enough to keep him safe. I gripped my chest and wiped the tears running down my face. Maybe Lorenzo was right. Maybe I did a bad job at protecting Leo. I was still drowning in my tears when I saw Lorenzo coming down the stairs. He looked angry and something told me it wasn't because of our argument. He called some of his men and gave them instructions. I stood up from the couch and approached him. “What’s happened?” I asked. “Have you found Leo?”“Not yet, but there is a high chance he is with Michael.”“Are you going to meet Michael right now?”“Yeah, stay in the Villa. I will