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Over the past two days, Alexander had sent Savannah text messages, but she never replied. He tried calling her two times, but he could not reach her. The strange thing was how Carlos could contact Savannah on one call. ‘She is avoiding me,’ Alexander thought, and he could tell by the way she was uncomfortable with his touch. He could see the objection in her eyes, unable to perform in a simple modeling job when, in fact, she already had experience. “I think it’s better if their noses touch. It’s more intimate. A romantic kiss would certainly be nice, too!" Following Kate’s suggestion, Savannah paled. “Please, Savannah,” Kate pleaded. “We wanted to show photos that have real emotions.” Kate looked at Carlos, who was seated next to her, and he confirmed, “Yes, Savannah. You are good at this, right? That’s why I hired you. Is there a problem? I thought you and Alex are good?” “Yes,” If Savannah was displeased, she masked it quickly, erasing her earlier reaction. She replied, “I’m
“Your flight was not until tomorrow. I was hoping we could have a proper talk before you left,” Alexander said while closing in on Savannah. “How - how did you even find my place? And you flew all the way here?” Savannah asked in bewilderment. Giving his head a light scratch, Alexander replied, “Well, you have your address on the contract, and this residential building is rather easy to find.” Savannah was rendered speechless. Her mouth remained parted for seconds before she found the words to say, “You came all the way here to talk? A phone call would have done it.” “Except, you don’t answer my calls,” Alexander pointed out. “It’s obvious that you are avoiding me. You left without even saying goodbye! So, I came here to have that proper talk with you. Besides, consider this a pit stop for the Wimbledon Championships.” “You are overthinking it,” Savannah denied while she peered at her door as if planning her escape. “I’m drained, Alex. You did not have to come here for a talk. W
BREAKING NEWS: Carlos Ronaldo, also known as The Devil, has released a statement regarding the video that went viral online. The Devil denied being the same person in the recording, saying he has never had an intimate relationship with Hailey Mckenzie. The person in the video was said to be someone who looked like him. A doppelganger. ON ANOTHER BREAKING NEWS: Kyle Wright, the CEO of the Wright Diamond Corporation, has announced a business ban against the Mckenzie family. According to Mister Wright’s spokesperson, anyone dealing with the Mckenzies will lose all ties with the Wright Diamond Corporation, including its affiliate companies. So what exactly have the Mckenzies done against the Wrights? Apparently, Kyle Wright is an investor in Carlos Ronaldo’s new company, The CSK Apparel. Everyone speculated that this was Kyle Wright's way of reinforcing The Devil because of the videos that had been released. One could say this was Carlos' Ronaldo and The Wright Family's declaration o
“Aahh! My nose!” A loud scream escaped Hailey’s lips, her hands trembling as she tried to put her nose back into place. “How - how are you?” “I paid ten grand for this!” Tears stung her eyes, feeling blood drip down from her nose. “What?” Kate asked back, her eyes burning through Hailey's frame. “What a lousy nose job!” Hailey appeared to be contemplating. Her whole persona changed from being exasperated to acting pitiful in a second. She fell to the floor and shifted her gaze to The Devil. Hailey said while sobbing, “Carlos, can’t you see what kind of woman Kate is? She is violent! Look what she did to me?” “The only reason she punched you is because of what you have done to us, even from the past, Hailey! We have had enough,” Carlos declared. “Make a statement about the video and let the world know it was not me! Or else, I’ll sue you for damages, and you’ll have nothing left to feed your comfortable life, Hailey!” “No!” She answered while getting up on her feet. Then she negot
“Did I ever tell you that you are so handsome?” Kate’s face was burning as she stared into Carlos’ grey eyes, her breath hot against his face. She giggled, throwing her head back before returning her eyes to the Devil. In a whisper, she added, “Today, you are looking extra handsome; my underwear is falling off.” She giggled again, this time adding color to her face. “Kate, not here,” Carlos whispered back, but a smile formed on his face while he said those words. For the last five minutes, Kate had been exaggerating her praises and occasionally throwing pickup lines. She was sitting on his lap, her arms around him as she continued to tease him in ways he never thought were possible for his Kate. Biting her lip, she traced his chest with her finger, her eyes burning through his clothes. “Are you?” Carlos paused. “Stripping me naked with your eyes, my Kate?” Kate’s laughter roared inside the car, amused by Carlos’ probing. In a sensual tone, she said back, “Let’s play Titanic. Yo
Carlos? What happened?” Kate asked in horror while her eyes studied his shoulder and the slopes of his neck. A groan left Carlos’ lips. Like Kate, he was equally drained after all the exercise they did last night. He could barely distinguish the words his woman was spouting until she repeated her probing. “Carlos?!” Kate sat up and touched the parts of his neck where evident bite marks were on his skin. She asked, “Did I? Did I do this?” Settling his head higher on the pillow, he covered his eyes with his forearm, saying, “I’m pretty sure you did that to me.” Kate gasped. Her blue eyes widened as she surveyed the marks closely. She said, “I mean, I somewhat remembered giving you… kiss marks -” Carlos laughed. He pulled Kate into his arms, saying, “That was some kiss marks you made… my Kate… You were like a vampire, sucking on my blood." Giving a heavy sigh, he expressed, "I’m so tired. I think… fluid replacement.” “What? I mean, we only did it.” Kate counted in her head. She re
Kate paced on her heels with a hat over her head and a jacket that partly hid her face. She caught up with Carlos, and he held her hand. The couple was making the long walk to the private room within Paris’ police station. Detective Bernard welcomed them. “Good afternoon, Mister Ronaldo. Miss Wright. Gabin has been waiting for your arrival.” He opened the door and walked in, finding Gabin sitting in a chair, his hair disheveled, and his eyes had dark circles around. Clearly, he was stressed out about that video. Carlos locked eyes with Gabin. His jaws clenched while firmly holding Kate’s hand. Softly, he called, “Gabin.” “Carlos, listen to me -” “I’d like you to meet Kate, my girlfriend,” Carlos introduced. Learning about Kate, Gabin leaned back. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and he heaved dramatically. “I’m in so much mess now.” Kate, on the other hand, stilled. Her eyes had never left Gabin's since they entered the room. She was stunned by his resemblance to Carlos.
“I repeat, I am not that man in the video with Hailey Mckenzie,” Carlos said at the Wimbledon press conference. He was frowning, and his face burned in anger. “And this interview was not supposed to be about my personal life. This is about tennis. I would appreciate questions about my upcoming matches.” After Paris, Kate and Carlos left for London with his men. Kate did not want to be left behind and instead made a remote office for herself at the Diamond Hotel in London. Resting for only a few hours, Carlos immediately jumped into his first responsibility and attended the tournament’s press conference on day one. "He is really denying it, but what about the video?" "I'd like to see this Carlos look alike if he really exists." Murmurs around the room reached Carlos’ ears, and he could see how he was being judged, silently opposed. Still, he answered the rest of the questions, avoiding those that were related to Hailey. It wasn't the time yet. He still hoped that Gabin would come