Chapter 2

Bexley's POV

Coming out of my studio apartment. I hurried out to get into the Uber ride I booked. I am already running late for my shoot.

"Please, can you go a little faster? I need to meet up with something". I pleaded with the driver.

"Alright, Ms, I will try my best. But we do have a speed limit". He replied.

"Ok, thanks". I said looking out the window, watching as the streets go by as the car moves.

I finally got out of the taxi and paid the driver.

"Calm down. I am here already" I hung up the call. I increased my steps to meet up with the scheduled time I was given. As a lead dancer, it is unprofessional of me to get to work late.

Already in the building of the shoot. Walking on the long hallway that leads to the studio. I was so lost in my thoughts hating myself for coming late to my best friend's music video shoot. without paying much attention. I mistakenly bumped into someone so hard and I fell on my butt.

"Ouch". I whined. Looking up to see who it was. I saw a tall handsome guy in a grey Amani suit. His ocean-blue eyes glared at me giving me a disgusting look. His black hair was combed backwards and his bright milk skin tone lightened up the whole place.

I got up with my backpack. Dusting my buttocks. Then I saw four other hefty men in black suits glaring at me. Looking very mean. That was when I realized that the person I bumped into was a big shot. And as little as I was. I got scared. No? I was stunned.

I further looked at the man I bombed into. You can say I was admiring him, or better still, I was drooling. For the first time in my life. I want to say that he is the kind of man who gets women to fall at his feet. Apart from his good kooks. He smells wealthy.

Well, don't get me wrong. I don't like men. Not that I can't date a man. But it's complicated.

Ok. Girls around my age will like to go with skimpy skirts and crop tops. But, not me. I would rather put on my hoodie or loose pants. Another weird thing about me is that most of my friends are boys. And I love my life that way, so I can concentrate on my life.

I was about to apologize to the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. But he shot me up with the harsh words that came out of his mouth.

"Are you blind?" he yelled irritatingly. Giving me a disgusting look.

No one had ever talked to me like that. And no one had ever looked at me disgustingly. So I barked back at him. I refused to be trampled on.

"Excuse me. You don't need to be rude. Ok, I am sorry I bumped into you mistakenly, and that is that," I hissed back at him and began to walk to the studio.

Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks as something grabbed my bag and caused me to stumble backwards. When I turned back. I saw one of the big men in a black suit holding my backpack.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance and I asked. "What do you want?" Then, his annoying voice interrupted me. I couldn't believe what he said next.

"Women. All you do is to seek for attention. Tell me. Do you want me to f**k you? Is that why you bumped into me just to catch my attention? "

What the hell!

"What? What the fuck? Are you sick or something? Hello, you need to get your brain checked. If that is how you reason. Then, I pity you". I walked closer to him. Standing very close our nose was almost touching.

"If you care to know. I don't find you interesting at all". I smiled and turned, about to go. But I turn back facing him again.

"For your information. I don't do men". I faced his bodyguard, who still held my backpack. " And you, let me go, you idiot.". I hissed and freed myself from the man I perceived to be a bodyguard by pulling my backpack away from him and heading to the studio.

I saw that the bodyguard was about to approach me but his disgusting boss told him to let me go.

***

After the shoot. Asaf gave me a good hug and the director also did the same. "Good work, Bex," said the Director, and I smiled, shaking his hands that he forwarded to me.

I saw the annoying man sitting by a corner watching my every step. But, I decided to ignore him. I don't know why he is here. I wonder if he owns this place or whatever. I don't care. It's not like am being paid for the job. I only did it for my best friend.

I went into the bathroom and I had a cold shower. After which I came out to the dressing room and did my business. Though, not much. I was given a new set of joggers and hoodies. As a woman. I don't normally dress as one.

People give me a weird look all because of my choice of dressing. I don't wear skirts or dresses like other girls do. I don't wear makeup. I usually go with pants and loose Tee shirts. Those are my favourites.

Even though I have very long, dark brown curly hair. I don't put my hair down. I always put it in a bun and pinned the ponytail around my skull before I covered it with a face cap or a Durag.

After wearing one of the sets I was given. I parked my stuff in my backpack. I put my hair in a low ponytail and covered my hair with a face cap. I headed out to catch up with some friends.

As I got outside the building. I saw that Asaf was already waiting for me. I walked to him, and he introduced me to the annoying prick I had met earlier.

"Bexley is the best dancer in town. It was not easy for me to get her to work with me. As she is also my best friend. Bexley, meet my big brother, the richest billionaire in this City, Blake Parker. He owns this Label".

"Brother?" I was stunned and I saw Blake smirked.

The jack is so full of himself. I guess he is the type that always gets whatever he wants. But, not from me.

I kissed Asaf on his cheek. "I am sorry, I have to go. See you tomorrow at the club". I gave him another peck beside his lips and left.

I heard him calling me to come back but I ignored him. Not because I don't want to. But, because of his annoying brother. How can he judge people without knowing them? He has ruined my day.

I usually am a cheerful and funny person. I am an extroverted person. I mix and blend well with people anywhere I go. I love dancing. It's my hubby. But not my career.

I have been dancing all my life. I had won so many trophies for my college. I won so many awards when in high school. I am currently studying computer science and will be graduating soon.

I work part-time by doing digital marketing. So far so good. I could support myself. I grew up in an orphanage home. I left there after I graduated from high school and after working at a restaurant. I was able to support myself by renting a studio apartment, and I got admitted into one of the best universities.

I paid my school fees from the money I made in my digital marketing and dancing work.

No, father. No mother. It was always me. However, I submitted my blood sample to a hospital that handles DNA. I was told that there are people that are in search of their lost loved ones. I pray it works for me.

I am known as a tomboy in school. Girls don't like me except Lizy. She is a good friend. She loves me for me.

Tomorrow is Friday. I get to go to a VIP club with my friends. I club. Not because I love drinking. But because I get to meet crazy people like me.

I have four good friends. Three are boys of my age. And Lizy is the fourth. Asaf is my best friend. One of the reasons most beautiful girls in our school hate me. Asaf loves me so much that you would think we are dating.

Asaf is a rising pop star and the fact that his family is wealthy. Also for his good looks. Girls throw themselves at him and Asaf flirts with them and dumps them. If you know what I mean.

My problem now is. How will Asaf react when his brother tells him about what happened between us?