My Emotionless Goddess

My Emotionless Goddess

jasmin bloom

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Miranda Lambert kisses a stranger in a club. The following day, she is embroidered in a scandal with the famous model, Justin Reign. To save the beauty from the angry fans, he brings her back to the house. Will the two people from two different worlds come to embrace the love blooming between them. When Justin realizes that money, power and good looks ain't enough to win his Emotionless goddess, What path would he follow to have her heart?

Chapter 1 Truth

" Come on Miranda it's your turn now,is it a truth or dare." Ava shouted in the loudest of her voice.

The group of four besties were having the night of their life.

Miranda Lambert, CEO of the Lambert group. Ava Adams, The country's top model with the highest fan base. Lucia Mendez, the country's sought after designer and Stacy Carl's,the CEO of Hope group of hospitals and a world wide famous surgeon.

" Dare!" Miranda made the choice she would regret in less than 12 hours.

How could they ask her such a question? they were supposed to be her friends after all.

Dating Carlos? Even she wanted to date him but the guy blatantly rejected her advances saying she's more masculine than him.

That had been a huge blow to her ego.

Yes,she admits that she dresses like a man but that doesn't mean she's a man.

" Kiss the closest man wearing red." Lucia gave the verdict with a smirk on her face.

Their friend was already 26 years old yet she has never kissed anyone.

The two friends erupted into laughter seeing Miranda getting roasted by Lucia. It's her bad luck for choosing dare over truth to Lucia's question.

" I can't do that!" Miranda protested but she knew there's no way Lucia would let her off.

" A deal is a deal Miranda. what? Are you chickening out because you are preserving your first kiss for Carlos? Does he know that? I think I'll call him and break the good news to him" Lucia said tauntingly.

" Okay, okay..I'll do it." How could Miranda allow Lucia to call that hateful Man,he might embarass her till she loses the last thread of dignity she has left.

Turning to look at the crowd across the bar, Miranda spotted a man two seats away clad in a red t-shirt and black jeans. He was handsome or at least that's what she saw.

'it's just a kiss.' Miranda chanted in her mind to gather all the courage she needed for that one action.

Jumping off the seat, she walked confidently towards the man while her friends cheered her up.

She patted his back and just as he turned to look at her,she pulled him to herself and crashed her lips to his.

The man in question stilled in place as if he was glued. Justin felt something cold and soft smash to his lips. It wasn't a peck but the kiss wasn't deep either. He could feel her sweet taste of grapes spread through his mouth but before he could pull her to himself and deepen the kiss,she had already backed out and ran away from the club as if she was burning.

The three friends seeing Miranda run off after kissing the man took that as their cue to leave.

They picked up their clutches and Lucia placed a wad of cash at the table before they followed Miranda out, still giggling.

Justin who was stupefied by their actions came back to his senses.

He was out here to have a few drinks with his friends after pleading with his Manager and now he could not let a scandal appear in the tabloids tomorrow.

He was afterall a top movie star and a model. If a picture of him kissing a woman circulated in the entertainment platforms, then only god knows what will happen to the woman in question.

Picking his phone,he made a call.

"Secure any picture that could have been taken tonight otherwise you will have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow," he instructed.

His manager, June, was sleeping when the call came through.

" What did you do this time?" She asked.

" Who? me? I didn't do anything!" Justin defended himself.

" If you didn't do anything, why do you need me to secure whatever pictures were taken?" June asked back.

Other Managers get to at least rest at night, but she on the other hand works 24/7

" I don't know what happened,a lady just approached me and before I knew it,she kissed me." Justin explained, trying to come clean before his manager misunderstands him again.

" A lady you say? Is she one of your many flings?" June questioned.

" I swear June,I don't have anything to do with her. I don't even know her." Justin continued.

" That's what you tell me everytime." June said uninterested.

" Believe me,I am telling the truth this time."

" Okay, I'll see what I can do about that but I won't promise you anything." said June before dropping the phone.

"Shit,she didn't believe me. But I am innocent this time." Justin said, pouting gaining a pat from his friend.

" Do you want me to look into the identity of that woman?" Ronald offered his help to his friend.

They two have been friends since childhood. While Justin chose to pursue his career in acting, Ronald inherited his father's position as a Mafia Lord.

" You can do that for me?" Justin eagerly asked.

" Of Course I can,I'll owe you one for that favour." Ronald replied. He was a businessman after all and doesn't do anything for free.

" I knew it but I think it's okay,get me all the details about that woman before morning." Justin replied.

" And by any you mean?" Ronald asked cocking a brow at his friend who could be considered as his brother.

" All details,her name, where she lives, where she works, is she married or does she have a boyfriend? if Yes then who's the partner, What she likes eating,her favourite song.... just get everything on her." Justin replied.

" Sure, consider it done." Ronald replied.

" I think we should call it a night." Justin said, preparing to walk out of the club.

" What's the hurry? let's have two more shots." Ronald tried to persuade him but Justin was adamant to leave.

" I have an early shoot tomorrow so I should go and rest." He explained. Truth is he was far from resting tonight. Not with his emotions going haywire and a certain part of his body going in attention.

He cursed softly when he felt his manhood bulging. He couldn't control it after that kiss he shared with that Mysterious woman.

Justin was not new to women throwing themselves to him,but something about that woman felt different. She had an aura of secrecy and mystery surrounding her.

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