Our shoot was successful. It just took a while because she doesn't know anything about modeling.I will just arrange her pictures in my portfolio as well as the description about my chosen theme.I won't be expecting a higher grade for this. I did really well but I know it's not my best. It's also good because it's just a simple motif for nnow I don't wanna be like the others whose first project is beautiful and then as time goes on the work deteriorates.I take another peek in my DSLR. There are more than 50 shots of Angela posing from different angles. I have many choices. A total of 10 pictures is all that is needed.When I got tired I stopped. Just as I looked behind me, I saw the assistants removing the other design. Angela was accompanied upstairs by the maid to change clothes."I'll go inside the mansion. Don't take the design I told you not to remove." All of them nodded in unison as I said that.I walk slowly while eyeing my DSLR while I’m on my way to the inside of the mansi
Week passed and our relationship stay the same. We don’t have much work on load for now in school. Just a discussion after discussion. Both of us are not being slave of our time this past days. We managed to eat, shower, visit places, and even do cuddling. More time in making love. I secretly giggled with the image of us having an intimate scene in bed. And oh I also have more time to prepare for his birthday. I want to be intimate too. Just the two us in a special day of him. That would be very romantic of me. This is my first time preparing something for him since we really are not okay before. I remembered how we celebrated his day before. It's just a simple dinner in a fancy restaurant and I am not even interested in that dinner. My mind is clouded with n the idea of how I will escape him and torture him. "Let's go and eat outside the school." I heard Maricar say. She's a new friend of mine.She's an old of friend of Lena. They were classmates even before. She only comes here
"Are you sure you're not mad?" I asked him early in the morning while we are eating our breakfast. "Does it matter if I'm mad or not? As far as I remembered you do not care about me." He sliced the apple his eating I'm and give the small piece to me. I didn't take it. I just sit silently in the dining area and touched my fingers. I look at my plate, it has some bacon strips, garlic rice, fried egg, and my favorite toasted butter garlic bread. I badly want to eat since I am really hungry but I choose not to. "You don't like the apple? You eat apple first in the morning right?" He pushed it nearly my mouth. I hesitate to eat but still convinced myself that I have to do that.Sweet green apple. "I'm not mad wife. Come on eat the food on your plate." He eyed my food and then stare at me. I slowly take the bread and munch it. I even sip the glass of milk in my right side. "You want to feed you?""But aren't you eating too?" "We'll eat together wife. Come here." he said as he tap his
“Have she eaten Manang?” I heard him ask one of our helpers here at home.“Not yet. We just left the food in the room so that if she wants to eat, she can eat,” he replied. The two talking outside were silent for a moment. A few minutes ago I heard the door slowly open. I kept clinging more and more to the blanket that covered my body. He must have been angry again. He must have been more angry because I was not obeying. I could feel the bed behind me. Following this was the hug of his warm arm.“You have not eaten yet?” He removed the blanket to eventually expose half of my body. “Don’t you like the food they prepare? Do you want me to cook something new again? ”“I don’t h-have… my appetite. ” No matter how hard it was, I forced myself to answer. “You have to eat it. I’ll just feed you. ” He left the bed. After a while he carried me and bring in the coffee table inside of our bedroom. We both sited in one sit. I am in his lap. There’s a lot of food in the table in front of us.
Business man and the highest paid engineer in the Philippines. That’s one of the results that came up when I searched his name. Zacario Isaak Cuevas. The man, my fiance rather. I’m still not really used to thinking of this man as my fiance.It’s even funny ‘cause we’ll be married in an instant. Just a week of process and then we are already a husband and wife. I can’t even imagine that I’ll have a husband at the age of 20 and my husband is seven years older than me. “Isabelle let’s go wife.” I lost my mind looking back at someone hugging me. I followed him. We are going to do some pampering today.In a mall that is super popular here in Manila. It’s been a month since the last time I visited a mall. Being a spoiled brat came to life.“Someone’s excited.” He lifted his hand and caught my hands. I glanced at the old hair salon that I always go to. “Hair salon first.”We visited the hair salon that I want. After that is my derma session and my nail appointment. “Ah I feel like I’m pre
“Isabelle?” he called me. I am now in the garden planting flowers. This is my new hobby now. Not to mention that this is only a disguise so I can overlook what steps I’ll do once I plan my next escape.“I’m here love.” I lifted the shovel from the ground that I was holding. The hand is also full of soil which makes me roll my eyes. But I need to do it. I have to act that I had no intention why I am staying here in the garden.He walk off to my direction. It looks like he just came from the office. “Planting again?”“I can’t live off a flower.” I reported. I even pouted my lips. “Just let the gardeners do that.” His voice is so cold that it brings shivers to my spine. “I don’t want to.” I dug up the ground again. “I saw this in Twitter. A woman grew a flower and made a bouquet out of the flower. She gave it as a birthday gift for her boyfriend. I also want to make one for your upcoming birthday,” I kept saying.“You want to what?” he asked as if he couldn’t believe it.“I said I want
I lifted my eyes open because of the sun rays coming from the window. Ahh who open it?! I removed the sheet that laid on top of me. I quickly do my morning routine and look for my husband down stairs.“Are you looking for your husband? He left early,” said by the maid. He left without even waking me up. Now I wonder what kind of problem happened in the site? I was left doing nothing again. I keep ordering things in all online shop I see. I don’t even need those but this is my way to cope up. “Can we go outside?” I asked our personal driver who are busy reading something in the newspaper. His a driver and body guard at the same time. I think his two years older in my husband. His name is David, a private bodyguard who came from military. “Do you had a permission from your husband?” he asked not even giving me an eye. I groaned in frustration. “I know your are only here to play.” I raised my brow because of what he said. “My friend, your husband, he’s not here to play Isabelle. C
I lost the time of me staying in this room. There’s something inside of me died because of his actions. The door made a cracking sound indication of it being open. It showed a built of a man that I want to see. I bit my lower lip when he walked closer to me. Sitting in the space besides me. “Y-you came home… so early,” I said while having a stuttering voice. I played my fingers that was hiding in the blanket. He gave me an awkward smile. “The servant said you… prepared something. A food for me?” He tucked in some strands of my hair behind my ears and give me a very soft kisses in lips. “Yeah,” I said in a very low register voice. I point out the trash can near me. “I eat those foods already.” “You didn’t tell me. You didn’t tell me you’ll bring me foods.” Is he blaming me? I want to give him a very bitter laugh but I choose not to. I didn’t tell you because it was supposed to be a surprise! Isaak grab my hand and put it in his cheek. His slightly giving a small kiss on the back
"Are you sure you're not mad?" I asked him early in the morning while we are eating our breakfast. "Does it matter if I'm mad or not? As far as I remembered you do not care about me." He sliced the apple his eating I'm and give the small piece to me. I didn't take it. I just sit silently in the dining area and touched my fingers. I look at my plate, it has some bacon strips, garlic rice, fried egg, and my favorite toasted butter garlic bread. I badly want to eat since I am really hungry but I choose not to. "You don't like the apple? You eat apple first in the morning right?" He pushed it nearly my mouth. I hesitate to eat but still convinced myself that I have to do that.Sweet green apple. "I'm not mad wife. Come on eat the food on your plate." He eyed my food and then stare at me. I slowly take the bread and munch it. I even sip the glass of milk in my right side. "You want to feed you?""But aren't you eating too?" "We'll eat together wife. Come here." he said as he tap his
Week passed and our relationship stay the same. We don’t have much work on load for now in school. Just a discussion after discussion. Both of us are not being slave of our time this past days. We managed to eat, shower, visit places, and even do cuddling. More time in making love. I secretly giggled with the image of us having an intimate scene in bed. And oh I also have more time to prepare for his birthday. I want to be intimate too. Just the two us in a special day of him. That would be very romantic of me. This is my first time preparing something for him since we really are not okay before. I remembered how we celebrated his day before. It's just a simple dinner in a fancy restaurant and I am not even interested in that dinner. My mind is clouded with n the idea of how I will escape him and torture him. "Let's go and eat outside the school." I heard Maricar say. She's a new friend of mine.She's an old of friend of Lena. They were classmates even before. She only comes here
Our shoot was successful. It just took a while because she doesn't know anything about modeling.I will just arrange her pictures in my portfolio as well as the description about my chosen theme.I won't be expecting a higher grade for this. I did really well but I know it's not my best. It's also good because it's just a simple motif for nnow I don't wanna be like the others whose first project is beautiful and then as time goes on the work deteriorates.I take another peek in my DSLR. There are more than 50 shots of Angela posing from different angles. I have many choices. A total of 10 pictures is all that is needed.When I got tired I stopped. Just as I looked behind me, I saw the assistants removing the other design. Angela was accompanied upstairs by the maid to change clothes."I'll go inside the mansion. Don't take the design I told you not to remove." All of them nodded in unison as I said that.I walk slowly while eyeing my DSLR while I’m on my way to the inside of the mansi
I stumbled into Education classrooms. I’ve been looking for a model for a while now but I can’t find anyone I like. Angela is the one I want to model my project. She is beautiful but doesn’t like to groom herself. Even the shape of his body is also beautiful. “Isabelle, we’ll go first. We have found a model.” Marco, one of my classmates. I’m not nervous to approach him because he’s gay. “All right. You go first.” I walked back and forth around Education again but I didn't see Angela. That's when I remember that she works in admin. Maybe she is there.I quickly walked to the admin and looked for her. I didn't make a mistake because she was here, fixing the papers."Angela!" I called her. She looked at me and smiled."Isabelle, why?" She stopped what she was doing and faced me. She also went out of the room. Because she is in the room and there are admins with her. I was just talking to her through the window."Do you have anything to do on Saturday?" I asked her. She shook her hea
I don't love him but he is my husband! If he has the right to be angry when there are men hanging around me then so should I.I rushed down to the first floor. I left Lena upstairs because she was still busy chatting with the boys there.I was just on the stairs when I heard the women whispering. They are like slaughtered animals because they are so excited. There are even people jumping that make you think you've seen an artist.I would never do that. The thrill of seeing artists and other men never excites me now. Since Isaak became my husband, I have not been in love with another man.I went straight down. I need to find Isaak because we are going to eat together today. In front of the building you can see the students standing and looking at something."He's really handsome." I heard a woman whisper."Maybe he's visiting someone here," replied the person she was talking to.“Or a new student.” They laughed softly together.What's up and they're messing around?"Oh my gosh! Amanda
There was anger on his face when we entered the mansion. He just dropped me off at home and left right away. Even if he didn’t say it, I knew he was going to Gaspar. Maybe he will close the back garden and fish pond. I am alone in the house. I wonder how my Plan is now. I am alone in the house. I wonder how my plan is now. “Is there a problem Isabelle?” asked Mildred. We are both in the kitchen now preparing for our meal this afternoon. “Nothing. I was just thinking about what Isaak was doing and until now he’s not there,” I answered and continued peeling the white onion. We will cook beef steak today. I don’t know but my taste suddenly found you. Maybe it’s because I haven’t eaten in a while. “The things you ask to bought are already in the leisure room.” She took the pack of beef steak from my hand and opened it. I just nodded and watched him cook. I know how to cook but Isaak doesn’t want me to work here. He wants me to act like a queen. Because I am his queen. We were in
I lost the time of me staying in this room. There’s something inside of me died because of his actions. The door made a cracking sound indication of it being open. It showed a built of a man that I want to see. I bit my lower lip when he walked closer to me. Sitting in the space besides me. “Y-you came home… so early,” I said while having a stuttering voice. I played my fingers that was hiding in the blanket. He gave me an awkward smile. “The servant said you… prepared something. A food for me?” He tucked in some strands of my hair behind my ears and give me a very soft kisses in lips. “Yeah,” I said in a very low register voice. I point out the trash can near me. “I eat those foods already.” “You didn’t tell me. You didn’t tell me you’ll bring me foods.” Is he blaming me? I want to give him a very bitter laugh but I choose not to. I didn’t tell you because it was supposed to be a surprise! Isaak grab my hand and put it in his cheek. His slightly giving a small kiss on the back
I lifted my eyes open because of the sun rays coming from the window. Ahh who open it?! I removed the sheet that laid on top of me. I quickly do my morning routine and look for my husband down stairs.“Are you looking for your husband? He left early,” said by the maid. He left without even waking me up. Now I wonder what kind of problem happened in the site? I was left doing nothing again. I keep ordering things in all online shop I see. I don’t even need those but this is my way to cope up. “Can we go outside?” I asked our personal driver who are busy reading something in the newspaper. His a driver and body guard at the same time. I think his two years older in my husband. His name is David, a private bodyguard who came from military. “Do you had a permission from your husband?” he asked not even giving me an eye. I groaned in frustration. “I know your are only here to play.” I raised my brow because of what he said. “My friend, your husband, he’s not here to play Isabelle. C
“Isabelle?” he called me. I am now in the garden planting flowers. This is my new hobby now. Not to mention that this is only a disguise so I can overlook what steps I’ll do once I plan my next escape.“I’m here love.” I lifted the shovel from the ground that I was holding. The hand is also full of soil which makes me roll my eyes. But I need to do it. I have to act that I had no intention why I am staying here in the garden.He walk off to my direction. It looks like he just came from the office. “Planting again?”“I can’t live off a flower.” I reported. I even pouted my lips. “Just let the gardeners do that.” His voice is so cold that it brings shivers to my spine. “I don’t want to.” I dug up the ground again. “I saw this in Twitter. A woman grew a flower and made a bouquet out of the flower. She gave it as a birthday gift for her boyfriend. I also want to make one for your upcoming birthday,” I kept saying.“You want to what?” he asked as if he couldn’t believe it.“I said I want