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"Let me have a taste of you."
Jessica furrowed her brow in confusion, hearing those words from the man called Oliver.
"What do you mean?" she asked, even though deep down, she knew exactly what he meant.
"You know what I'm talking about, Jessica. You're not a kid. I can assure you that you'll get what you want, and even more-" he didn't finish his sentence, as Jessica cut him off.
"I'll have to decline. I have a boyfriend whom I love dearly. I'm not the type of woman who throws herself at a man just to get what she wants," Jessica said through gritted teeth. She was boiling inside.
Her gaze settled on the glass of wine before her. She badly wanted to pour it on his face, but offending this man would be a terrible idea.
Jessica, a D-list actress whose dreams of becoming an A-list star had faltered with each rejection she received, made a living as a part-time model, using her looks and body to get by.
She had thought of asking Oliver Martins, a famous actor she met two months ago during one of her auditions, to help her out. He had been kind to her, unlike other famous actors and actresses, but she was wrong. This man was no different from the rest.
"Boyfriend?" Oliver scoffed. "I wouldn't sit back and watch my woman struggle. I'd always find a way to help her. He doesn't deserve you, Jessica."
"I'll find another way. It was nice chatting with you, Mr. Martins." She stood up from her seat and began to leave the restaurant.
"Think about it, Jessica!" he called out loud enough for her to hear.
"Damn him," Jessica muttered, not bothering to turn around. She took a deep breath, running her fingers through her hair.
"Gosh, I feel like ripping his throat out. Who does he think I am?" Jessica complained as she walked down the street.
She pulled out her phone and dialed her boyfriend Louis's number. It rang, but there was no answer.
"Is he busy?" she mumbled, trying his number again, but the same thing happened.
Today marked two years since she and Louis started dating. They had made plans for today, but strangely, he wasn't picking up.
She was about to dial his number again when a notification popped up on her screen. Normally, she would have ignored it, but seeing Louis's name in the headline made her click on it-and she immediately regretted doing so.
**"FROM SECRET TO SPARKLES: Louis Newman and Amara Saunders Reveal Surprise Engagement"**
**"Renowned actor Louis Newman and supermodel Amara Saunders have announced their engagement, leaving fans and friends stunned.**
**According to trusted sources, Louis and Amara had been secretly dating for several months before deciding to take their relationship to the next level."**
**"The news came as a shock to many, as the couple had kept their romance hidden from the prying eyes of the media and public."**
**"Fans are overjoyed for the couple. 'So happy for Louis and Amara! They make a stunning couple!' wrote one fan..."**
Jessica felt dizzy as she read further. It felt like the world was spinning around her.
No, this has to be some kind of misunderstanding, right? It can't be her Louis they're talking about... right?
There was only one way to find out.
Jessica thought about heading to Louis's place but, on second thought, she went to his family home.
When she arrived at the mansion, her heart sank further as she saw the crowd. The guests were dressed elegantly, chatting amongst themselves.
Some cast her scrutinizing looks, wondering who she was and why she was at such an event, dressed so casually.
Jessica's gaze traveled through the crowd, and when her eyes landed on him, she felt her heart break.
There stood Louis, a glass of champagne in hand, casually conversing with his guests. A stunning woman clung to his free arm, and they smiled at each other affectionately.
Louis's gaze met hers, and he couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes. Jessica began walking towards him, but he glanced at his bodyguard, who quickly understood the gesture.
Before Jessica could reach him, two large men blocked her path.
"Miss, we'll need to see your invitation card."
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