DANIEL

I entangle myself from the blonde-haired girl sleeping next to me. I stare at her one last time, watching the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she snores lightly. I quickly ran my hands through my hair, it was a complete mess. I made my way to the bathroom to wash up then turned on the shower and let the water work its way down soothing all my muscles. I felt refreshed. When I was done, I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked out of the bathroom picking up my phone that I left in the drawer. I turned it on to see a message from Celine, my manager. I opened it and it read;

"... Don't forget your interview for today with Porsh Magazines. Have a wonderful day..."

"Hey baby" The blonde girl called, throwing her hands all over me. I pushed her away angrily.

"What's wrong?" she asks, obviously surprised. I mean what does she expect? that we'd become lovey dovey after last night? "I thought that you had such a great time." She purred like a contented cat.

"You know, I can always do this for you anytime you want so why don't I get your contact so that I can always holler at you whenever I need you"

"You need to get going and fast" I ordered, ignoring her last statement before storming into my closet to pick out my outfit. I settled for shorts, a white shirt and Moccasins. I come back only to find her sitting comfortably on my bed. This is the part I hated most, when a fling decides to play girlfriend. it annoys the shit outta me.

"You're still here?" I asked with furrowed brows

"Of course I am. what'd you expect? That I leave after you've had such a great time. sorry sweetheart but no can't do" she grunts and I almost laugh.

"Fine, you can stay," I tell her, picking up my watch.

"Just tell the owner of the house when he comes that I'd transfer the money for renting this place into his account" I added and her eyes widened at the shocking realization.

"This isn't your house?" she asked bewildered

"I wouldn't take a whore to my house for crying out loud. what we had last night was just sex and nothing more"

"Daniel!" she screamed.

"Yes sweetheart. you heard right so if you don't wanna leave then you can stay for Pete's sake. I don't give a fuck about the pussy I've already fucked so suite yourself" I comment and she looks at me with deadly eyes before picking up her clothes and walking out of the house.

"Bye darling" I call out

"Son of a bitch!" she snarled and I chuckled.

After she left, I called Celine asking her why she would set up an interview without letting me know about it. She ends the conversation by saying that it was an impromptu event and that she couldn't cancel because they are a big company and this photo-shot with them will end up boosting my career and take it to the next level so I'm left with no other choice than to attend. I step out of the house and I notice that my car is already waiting to take me to the location of the event. I enter and immediately, the driver speeds off and we arrive at the destination, some minutes past ten. My bodyguard stepped down to open the door for me and as soon as I stepped out, someone ran up to me trying to catch up with my quick strides. She led us into the building to the place where we would be taking the pictures.

"Hello Sir, welcome to Porsh Magazines, this is Valerie Scott and she'll be your photographer for today.

'' She introduced us and left but the lady in question didn't spare me a single glance as she continued with whatever she was doing. My eyes take a quick glance and I don't fail to notice the beauty standing in front of me. She is clad in a track suit that accentuated her curves and her brunette hair was tied up in a ponytail. She had no makeup on except for the lipgloss on her lips. Today might just be my lucky day.

"It would do you good if you stopped staring cause I won't be responsible if your dick bulged out of your pants" she sneered with furrowed brows. I looked away.

"So when do we begin? I have a lot of work to do" I said, giving her a quizzical look.

"If you're busy then you can leave. I also have a lot of work to do. We can always reschedule" she replies before facing her attention to whatever she was doing.

"How can a lady be this rude?" She scoffs.

"You can't just walk in here like you own this place and start calling the shots. In case you don't know, we've been waiting for over an hour to have this photo session or do you think that we're jobless?"

"Excuse me, what did you just say, midget?" I ask them to come closer so that we are standing face to face.

"Oh I dare you" she spat.

"In case you're forgetting, there are tons of celebrities lined up that we haven't even considered yet or do you think that you're so special? You're the one who needs us Mr Ambrose and not the other way round so I would watch my tongue if I were you" she tells me and I roll my eyes. Doesn't she know who I am? Isn't she afraid? She has guts and I give her that. Presently, I am tongue tied because no Lady has ever spoken to me like this. I sat down, eyes not leaving hers for a second. I had already concluded in my heart of hearts that I was taking her home tonight so I will try to play along so that she agrees.

"Fine let's do this" I say, raising both hands in surrender.

"Not after you apologize"

"What?" I asked wide eyed

"You heard me" she repeats.

"Apologize for calling me rude and a midget or I walk right out of here. It's either my way or no picture. Guys like you should learn to watch their tongue before they speak so what do you say?" She asks, not shifting her gaze from mine.

"I'm sorry" I blurted out, ignoring the intense stares from everyone watching us.

"I didn't hear you. What are you actually sorry for?" She asks with a smirk and I bite my lips trying to suppress my anger. I felt my ego being brutalized.

"Sorry for saying that you're rude" "And...?" She trails off expectantly.

"For calling you a midget" I reply, shifting my gaze. I saw her smile like she's won a trophy. I'm going to get back at her and that's a promise. I'll make sure that she ends up on my bed and discards her like a piece of trash. She's going to regret doing this to me.

"Apology accepted. Let's get to work"

I watch her put a gum In her mouth and soon after, we start the photo shoot. We shoot for over three hours before deciding to call it a day. I approach her after the shoot so that I can possibly woo her into getting her number.

"Nice work guys. Have a great day" she dismisses her co-workers and turns to leave but I grab her hands so that she gives me an audience.

"Can I help you Mr Ambrose?" She asks impatiently. It's almost like she doesn't want to be seen close to me. The hell! Any woman in her position would be begging to have me in their bed. Or is she just pretending to not care so that I chase after her? I know that a lot of women usually play hard to get a man. Is that what she's doing?

"I was wondering if we could spend sometime together so that we get to know each other better. I'd like to apologize over what happened earlier so what'd you say?" I comment, hopefully waiting for her response.

"Did you just rehearse that line? It would make a great lyric for a new song if you ask me" she replies, her voice devoid of any emotions whatsoever but what she doesn't know is that her actions are only encouraging me to continue.

"Can you please just hear me out? I really like you and I'd like us to get to know each other" I coax, trying to persuade her into going out with me.

"What's my name Mr Ambrose?"

"Excuse me?" I ask, not sure I heard properly.

"What is my name?"she repeats the question leaving me speechless.

"There's absolutely no way that you'll like someone and not know her name. Mr Ambrose, I wouldn't go out with you, even if my hair was on fire and you were the last bucket of water on earth so I hope you understand" she says with a smile before walking out on me. I don't understand.

Who is this woman? I chuckle because this is the very first time that a woman has ever rejected me. A beautiful one for that matter.