na's

from all the coffee I've been drinking since I got the news of being shortlisted by Dior. Fucking Dior.

n, which has me highly under stress. Evara is going to have to forgive me for murdering her dear brother, because where am I going to find another tailor to b

ultiple designs to choose from, so that is checked out. "Girl, I wish I could murder this Eros guy. Arghh! Why did he have to put us in this situation?" Massimo

hours and I feel like I'm about to drop like a fly. "On the bright side we are done with the first two dresses, so that's a good thing,"

s, which gets another groan from me. "You need to be energized to show that evil CEO that you are not intimidated and can take what he throws at you," he points out. "But you can't do

rt out the loft before we leave Burj Vista for my apartment. And yes Massimo is staying with me during his time in Dubai.

ghter around my shivering frame. Dubai might be hot during the d

se I couldn't have waited out here in the cold for one. I already have mild pneumonia as it is. We hurriedly

closer. "How is your chest holding up? Do you feel any pain?" He asks, clearly aware of my health situation. "Am okay. No chest pains," I answered him. "Okay, pleas

w. "You didn't see how the driver was looking at us? He thought we were a cute couple. If only he knew I swing to the same team." He says, still laughing hysterically. It's actuall

. We reach our floor, and Massimo says he's going to order us Chinese

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ough my apartment and make my way to my bedroom. I can't wait to soak my body in sizzling hot water, then

d me and saw Massimo with a serious expression littered with worry as he looked

u're not alone in this. Okay?" He pulls me into his chest, hugging me tightly. This man

I pull back to look at him. He nods then pecks my

, mister f

ng my clothes off on the way. I just don't have the courtesy of waiti

ith the opaque shower glass wall as I lean on it. I can't help but think about Eros. All my life I have never met a ma

ch flip every time he spoke

r

e time. Why could he not have been the typical rich man with the big bell

s it is. I should be mad at him and his way of test

e, which consists of a tank top and short shorts with lace around the edges of both. Afte

to be my ringtone. I picked it up from my side table, where it was prev

er the call without being irritated. "What do you want Mr. Esposito? It's almost midnight

f silenc

gning process go

are the one who decided to dump all th

ous Zolina backing out of a small challen

it's not. But you can't seem to understand this because you have everything you want and you are

ause. The

t what you r

ing of importance you have to say to me then I'm hanging up," I tell h

ht, Ms.

ace down back on the side table then pull my blanket up