Long chapter coming ahead as I'm looking forward to finish this story sooner. But don't worry, I will make it worth the read till the end....
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Kameela Devgan

I shook my head. "No, sir."

Sir, yes. The respect way of addressing a man in authority or a polite sense of calling a stranger, which I had never considered to pronounce to my Love God. This kind of formalities and rift are the reasons why I miss my Love God more.

"I'm sorry. Let's get lunch now." He told me, shocking me on the unexpected apology.

He walked out and I followed him along with my handphone while replying a sarcasm full of thank you on Lisa's accurate instincts. She did swore two days ago that this private lunch would continue happen hereafter and that's what happening.

Enjoy, boo!🥰

Make sure to not get caught while getting some 🍆💦

-Lisa

I rolled my eyes, huffing once while typing a quick 'shut up' with an exclamation mark.

We made it to the VVIP lounge and started digging in our lunch casually. As usual, I had my eyes on the plate only and refused to stare straight into the man on front. While quickly eating down the meal, my handphone screen went bright, signalling a incoming message from Lisa.

Emergency, hide!!!!!!

-Lisa

What? Why should I hide?

I clicked my fingers on the screen way too faster than the F1 car race to ask her the reason behind the message. "Hello!" I stopped every action when I heard this familiar calling and took a wild turn to look at the person on the door.

I closed my eyes, inhaling a frustrated sigh while mindfully facepalming my head.

Can this day got any worse?

"Oh, never knew that you had a company." Dhilip spoke and it made me to stare up at his smiley face.

"Dhi." I stood up from the table and he had his arms wide. I gradually walk into his embrace. "What are you doing here?" I asked as we pulled away, totally puzzled of how can he always show up unnoticed.

"Aww, I missed you too. It's been 3 days since I last saw you and Lisa, so I just thought that I could take you out on lunch. But since...." He trailed, his eyes travelling over my shoulder. "....you're having it already, I think I will wait till you finish your work so that I could take you out later?"

"Okay, then. But you should wait for another an hour." I warned him, equally fond on spending some time with Dhilip.

I had outgrowned on his warmth and since he knew everything that happened to me, it only increase my feeling on ease.

He nodded with a big smile and waved back at Adrian before leaving us alone.

I went back to the table, stuffing in the food quickly to avoid any questions that might interrupt from his blazing red eyes. For once, I knew he hated Dhilip so much as he would glare at me like he wanted to eat me alive whenever I got in a phone call with Dhilip.

I stood with my empty plate on hand and paced to the plates bin to dump it with the other utensils. I washed my hands on the sink nearby and turned around to look at him so that I could inform him that I will get back to work right away. But all my rational words flew somewhere unfound when I caught him angrily working on his jaw, his palms tightly grasping the fork and spoon as the metal could bend over anytime and his eyes burning holes on the meal on front.

"Ur-Urmm....sir?" I was stuttering, unable to comprehend his state and it was like the sudden hit by a huge wave for me when he snapped his glowering sight at me.

I gulped thickly, feeling pale as ever for no reason.

"I-I will leave n-now, sir." I puff out hastily and fetched to the table to grab on my handphone so that I could take a run from here.

As I got it on my hold, I swished to stride away but been halted by a strong grip on my wrist. I peered around and he had me cuffed in his hold with a look of darkness.

"Running to your lover boy already?" His tone conveyed like one should never intend to mess up with him as it gave me an instant chill.

"Miss Devgan, where's your goddamn professionalism? Having your boyfriend to come over like this and planning to have some fun with him later? What kind of woman you're?" He gritted, eyes changing into a bit of disgust and that was the last straw for me.

"Excuse me? You're questioning my professionalism? Where does your goddamn professionalism stays at when you're practically manhandling an employee right now?" I spatted, anger flaring inside me as I pointed at his death grip on my wrist.

"And with due all respect, sir! This is my own goddamn life and workplace, so I can have over anyone I want to. I know what kind of woman I'm and I don't think that I need to clarify this to you. Speaking about what I said about leaving earlier, I meant it by returning back to the studio for the remaining collections' shoot and my work always comes first before anything else. So, I have way more professionalism than you do, Mr Smith." I cleared my emotions in full of hostility, not letting him to step over my head.

I yanked my hand away and stomped out of the lounge while huffing incoherently.

How dare he humiliate me? He should quit acting all possessive like an alpha male who's ready to kill anyone to get his woman. For God's sake, I'm not his woman!

He's definitely anything but my Love God and I had never seen even a single flick of darkness on him. Just because he looked like my Love God, I couldn't even cope to hate this Adrian.

I just wish that I could get him back again. I know it wouldn't happen, but if I was given a chance to reverse back the time, I would gradually go to the days where I used to have him by my side. I would want nothing else but to be wrapped in his comforting arms and peacemaking kisses.

I instinctively rub away the tears that threaten to fall over my cheeks as I continue with arranging the remaining collections back on the rack.

Leon came in after, with a look of aloof and I completely get his condition by now.

Minutes later I heard another footsteps entering and I could obviously guess who it belongs to. I made no turn to look at the person and buffed the act on my doing with more concentration.

"The remaining?" It was his subtle voice, asking out for the collections and I grabbed one that I had decided to give on after.

I went to hand it over and I barely made any connections with his gaze. My eyes then smoothen over to the fabric he had on instead of meeting his eyes and I had a mental note of praising on myself for having a great taste in fashion.

"I don't like it."

With no further ado, I had my eyes wide at him. What the heck? The clothing was everything closer to perfection, starting from the quality of the material till the mastery combo of designs they utilize and he's simply opposing?

"But, it looks great on you sir. I'm sure it would be awesome on the shot, here let me give you a-" Leon tried to convince while positioning himself nearer to the camera to take a shot.

"No. I don't like it. This collection sucks and I want to try another." He pronounced with finality while taking off the clothe.

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I should have guessed it at the beginning that he has something up on his sleeves. He repeatedly rejected every single collections later and it was very stressful for me to find something that reaches his expectation. Leon was looking back and forth from his camera then to him, preparing to click the pictures anytime when he was told too.

But it seems to go on and on with his dislikes. At one point, he even accused our company for creating such a poor clothing line that didn't catch his savour and it only sounded pointless for me in every perspective. We were the one who's organizing this campaign and he's the model who should do what we asked him to do, but here he's, demanding us for another sets of collections.

In the middle, my handphone rang loudly and I excused myself to pick it up as soon as I saw the caller id. " Yes, Dhi."

"Ma'am, are you aware of the time right now? I have been waiting for hours." He whined from the other side and I pulled away the handphone to check on the time.

I gasped as the time passed by the usual working hours and I got way too caught up with this arrangements.

"I'm so sorry, Dhi. I never get to see the time and last minute I got overloaded with assignment. I'm really sorry." I apologized, walking a little further away from the photo booth.

"That's okay. Can you come out now?" I peered my eyes behind to see the checkpoint for today's selection of collections but it didn't reach as per it did everyday.

"I'm sorry, Dhilip. It looks like I have to stay here for a bit longer to achieve today's checkpoint. I think it would be the best for you to leave alone." I heard his deep sigh from the other side and my fingers were tapping nervously over the tabletop I'm leaning on.

"Okay, I will leave now. Would you, at least, be available for dinner?" He questioned while pressing the words.

"Urmm....okay. I will make myself free." I agreed with a moment of hesitancy.

"Great, so dinner then. Good bye."

"Good bye, Dhilip. See you for dinner." I exclaimed and I earned a chuckle, our call got ended.

I returned back to the photo booth and my CEO was conversing something serious with Adrian again. I looked at Leon in doubt and he shrugged his shoulder at me.

Their intense talk ceased and she turned around to face us. A teeth showing smile shattering from her as she cleared her throat before she says something.

"It's a very good news to our company's expansion. I'm glad to say that Smith & Co would be our new sponsor of this campaign and Mr Smith would want to continue the other half of the shoots in Paris, France, according to our campaign's theme. Miss Graham had been informed as well and since Miss Devgan is already Mr Smith's personal consultant, she would represent CurveCult to join them along." She explained in a go and I was standing there with my eyes almost popping out.

"Am I going along too?" Leon asked.

"Oh, no. It will be only Miss Devgan since he had already arranged a professional photographer for the remaining collections." Her sight turning to me now. "Miss Devgan, you will be flying tonight with Mr Smith so you're to advised to leave early now and do the preparations for the 5 days shooting."

The hell? He was rejecting all these collections on row and now he wanted to try them again for an exquisite photoshoot in Paris?

"But Miss Quill....it's very near already and....Mr Smith could find someone more professional for my position like he did with Leon, can't he? He even said that he don't like our remaining collections." I was suggesting but she was already stomping at me with a stern face.

Holding onto my elbow while dragging me a little far from the booth, she whispered, "Kameela, you can't be serious. This is our campaign and it's not up to him to reject our clothlines. Plus, we need someone from here to mouthpiece our brand. Also, you have no idea of how much this could help us grow and you....you will be recognized as well."

"Don't let us down, Kameela." She had this sight of hopefulness and I took a deliberate breath before nodding my head slowly. Her expression changed into a wide smile and assist me out to the booth.

"She's fine now. There's no more objection, Mr Smith. She will be flying with you tonight." She applauded and it was a fullstop for me when she mentioned 'tonight'.

I promised Dhilip for a dinner tonight and now, I should cancel it all again. Poor, Dhilip. I hope he won't be offended since it was me everytime who's bailing him out.

With the ripple of glimpses around in displease, I was knocked down with a feather just to catch him smirking cockily at me.

Did he....intensionally planned this?

Any thoughts?💭