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Kameela Devgan

Someone stroked my back softly and I came back to my senses, fitting into the reality sooner. I looked up at her concerned face and nodded my head with a small smile to assure her that I am already.

"These are my assistants, Mr Smith. Simone, Nina, Lisa and Kameela." I shifted onto my former position and smiled at their way with a nod when she introduce us by name. She begin the introduction of our company with a little bit of speeches.

Although I felt my body burning under the intensity of someone's vision, I manage my level best to stay focused on the senior consultant's briefings only. It was really difficult to not connect with the person's eyes, just for me to recognize from whom this deadly stares were transmitting. But I was afraid, so badly afraid to confirm on the sole purpose I had in mind.

He's not my Love God. I repeated this like a mantra, once every second.

"To review and choose the best collections for you sir, do you want me to display it on the rack or are you willing to try it on yourself one by one?" Mrs Griffin asked him and I really wanted to read his reaction, the urges are high enough to breakthrough my control from looking at him.

"I would try it on. Now. " That's all I heard before I get these chorus gasping from everyone as their eyes were concentrating on the middle of the studio booth.

I couldn't help it but to follow their trances and I had my eyes nearly bulging out as I saw him standing with manliness on nothing but a trunks boxer.

What the fudge?

Sudden anger boiled in my system and I really don't like it at all. He's obviously showing off himself when I used to see way more than this for myself alone. But now, everyone here were having the wonderful view with me and I hate it!

"Wow, that's really a man there." I listened to Lisa's low murmur and followed by few yeses from the others.

I huffed, "Lisa, this is wrong!", my actions were quicker to hold up my hands to her eyes, covering her sight. She swat my hands away and hissed at me. "Excuse me, missy....this isn't your Love God, you know....so stay away." She continue looking pass my attempts to block her view. Thank God, she isn't yelling it aloud.

"Lisa, but what about Ricardo? You're cheating." I whined, looking back and forth from him then the others. Catching him smirking smugly as he directed his gaze at me.

What is he trying with me?

Goddamn, someone please start the trying on already. I shouted in my head but to no avail as all of them are ogling at him. Haven't they seen a man half naked before?

"Urmm....so can we just start the trying on?" I interrupted nervously and to my success, I had their attention back on track.

Mrs Griffin dragged the clothes racks closer to him and randomly chose on a design collection. She hand it over to him and he even refused to use the changing stall.

His modus in putting on the clothes were a screaming seduction as it only ignite something peculiar that I had only on my Love God. I hate myself for this.

"Nuh-uh." He shook his head after scanning himself on the mirror, his demeanor reminding me of my Love God.

The clothes came out baggy on him as it was too big for his size. Mrs Griffin ran for another a design of collection and it was a little tighter this time.

She went on and on with the wrong sizes on him. "Is it that hard to find my size?" He scoffed, waving off the last piece on his shoulder in annoyance.

She panicked and started cascading another set, which I assume to be the wrong one again and before she could pass it to him, I voiced out my knowledge. "Try getting the designs in the sizes of 38-31-40, Mrs Griffin. That would fit him perfectly." As soon as I said so, her eyes narrowed at me as she shoot me a scowl.

Oops!

"Get me something in that size." He told her, his eyes glimpsing at me for a second and she rolled her eyes before making her way to the rack.

Searching through the lines, she fetched it out one and as I predicted, it was my very own design. She frowned up at me as soon as she got to know designer's name from the print out ticket labelled on every collections and I snapped my gaze away.

I'm sure she would prey on me for this later. That's also after her early warning about don't interrupting.

The clothing were given to him and it became his exact fit as he tried on. Of course, it would an exact because my designs were measured according to my Love God's sizes so there's no way it would trip out.

He had a satisfied smile on his face as he examined himself and Lisa clapped her hands with enthusiasm, earning a shush from Mrs Griffin right after.

I giggled on her expression and when I glanced around, he had already set his eyes on me yet I involuntarily blushed. Flushing to the point where I felt the heat radiating from my cheeks then to the other parts of my body.

"This is perfect." He announced, fondling over the fabric.

"Sure, it does. I believe...." Mrs Griffin pretended a smile while looking my way. "....my vile assistant, Kameela, had done a full Google copyright on your measurements, sir." She laughed to herself, intending it to be funny while making an effort to embarrass me along.

Shortly, he got engaged in a call. Within another 5 minutes, our CEO was walking in with the formality of greetings and he told something to her quietly.

"Is he planning to buy this company?" Lisa whispered and I shrugged my shoulders. "That wouldn't be a surprise after all, if he's planning to win over his woman again." She added on, which made me to glower at her and herself to wink at me.

Their bull session lastly concluded and our CEO, stirred up her glances towards us. "We would be glad to inform that Miss Devgan will replace Mrs Griffin from now on, as Mr Smith's personal clothing consultant for this entire campaign."

Wait, what?

"Huh? That's ridiculous. She's....just a trainee. I have more than 20 years of experiences and you're kicking me out?" It was Mrs Griffin's cruel lie on me.

"For record, she's not a trainee. She had been working here for almost 3 years right now and you're the only one that who's stealing ideas from people to display as yours." Lisa ranted in with finality as she angrily stared at the middle aged woman.

"You yellow pig, how dare you talk to me like-" Her cursing begin to echo around the studio but she was cut off short by our CEO. "That's enough of discrimination, Mrs Griffin. This is Mr Smith's request alone and you should be leaving right now. Miss Devgan would take over from here."

"No, I won't. I was the personal consultant for all those previous campaigns so it would be me again this time." She snarled, wrapping her arms across her chest with the look of arrogance.

He stepped on front with his teeth gritting, chin raised and his own arms crossing over his broad chest. "I want her to be my personal consultant. If I'm not getting what I want, then you can find someone else to replace me. It's either that or this."

It was the gush of arousal for me that swirls on the air enticingly when he stood there in ultra mode of supremacy. A clear image of my Love God taking domination on bed with the same aura made me gulp down my saliva.

"Leave now, Annie." Our CEO warned with a low guttural tone while extending her arm towards the entrance. Mrs Griffin had her eyes wide at the mention of her first name and marched out in defeat.

Our CEO sighed and begin apologizing to him. "I'm sorry for the inconveniences, Mr Smith. We will proceed with the try outs on our collections, okay?" He agreed to her with a nod.

"The other three of you can go to your cabins now." She said and we looked at each other in confusion. "Mr Smith only want Kameela to assist him. So the others should be getting back to your own schedules. Come on, move." She ushered them out with herself.

"B-But....wait-" I gapped at my words halfway when they left me alone here with him and the poor looking photographer.

"Shall we begin?" I was startled by the thickness of his question at me while he get off the shirt.

His eyes rasping at me with hot-blooded stare, making shivers to gallop over my body.

*****

I used to stare at my Love God with adore and excitement when he always do this cute poses on every new clothes I bought for him. Though now, when I'm looking at the present Adrian Reed Smith on the form of my Love God, giving out these model like pictures pridefully with his advertising nearly putting ants in everyone's pants, I couldn't but to feel agitated and happy at the same time.

I was happy because he had finally made it back to the real him with such aces in life, and agitated because I couldn't stop looking through this Adrian as my Love God. Like apparently, the only difference is that everyone can see Adrian but none can see my Love God, who's the xerox of Adrian.

I had spent almost 3 days along him right now and it was a clear torture, especially when he goes all half naked sometimes to try on the clothing.

Being able to see my Love God in everything this man does, was highly impeccable and it took every cells in me from breaking out of the cage to approach him the way I used to do with my Love God. But the forbidden line in between us had always played the red light.

"I will grab an extra meal for you together, Kam." Leon, the studio's photographer, said as he shut off the camera to go for lunch.

"You don't have to, Leon." I lightly shook my head in denial with a smile for his generosity.

"You skipped lunch for two days because of the shoots. I'm not letting you to starve today." He whined while looking at me.

He was right when he said that I had skipped lunch twice but what he didn't knew was that I didn't starve myself at all. If he get to know of why I had to skip them, I guess he wouldn't be this courageous enough to offer me this help.

"No, that's okay. I will be fine." I rejected him.

"It's not okay. You should be-"

"She's saying that she will be fine so let her be." We heard a sharp snarl from my behind, I peered to look at the scowling Adrian towards Leon.

"But sir, she had been skipping lunch for two-" Leon started to explain.

"She was having lunch with me. Alone." He answered, completely taking him off guard. I lowered my eyes to avoid the awkwardness.

Now he might begin thinking that I'm secretly having an affair with the heart-throb billionaire.

"O-Oh, I didn't know that. It's okay then, I will....get going for lunch now." Leon let know in nervousness and sprinted off quickly.

Great, he just scared a nice guy away.

How did I end up in this situation? Well, it started two days ago when the Adrian Reed Smith insisted me to work for him in lunch, fully knowing that it was my break time. I thought that he wanted to spent me off without food nor drink as a sort of revenge, but then he surprised me with a private lunch on our VVIP lounge. Just a quiet and plain lunch, as if in between an employer and employee.

It should have been a one time thing or so I thought, but the next day it repeated again. Starting from the morning till noon, where I had the shorten term of working hours since I became his personal consultant. I'm not just suggesting him the clothing but I'm also designing something on my own upon his request and I really do wonder almost all day that he might purposely doing this just to have me by his side.

The unquestionable thing is, why is he doing this?

"Were you really starving until I let us have lunch?" I jolted at his question, fixing my eyes at his concern ones.