Magnetic Love

*[D.d barbing salon]*

"I love the style!" exclaimed Melinda as she watched Stella working on a customer's hair from her seat.

"I feel the same way. You did a great job," the customer complimented.

"What do you expect from the best barber in town," Stella boasted.

"Right after me," Ryan chimed in, his attention on a newspaper.

D.D barbing salon had two female barbers, Stella and Melinda, and three male barbers, Ryan, Marvin and James. Though Ryan was their boss, they were all around the same age.

After some time, the customer's hairdo was finished, and he admired himself in the mirror with a smile.

"Thank you! Here's your payment," the customer said, leaving a tip. "Keep the change," he added, winking at Stella before leaving.

"Goodbye!" Stella waved.

Melinda's phone rang, and she quickly hurried over to check the message.

💬Babe, I'm missing you like crazy 🥺!

Melinda grinned and hugged her phone, feeling giddy.

"I know... Your celebrity boyfriend," Stella teased.

"Is he the guy you met online?" Marvin asked.

"Yeah, he's amazing," Melinda said dreamily.

"He's amazing," James mimicked in a playful way.

"Eww!" Melinda responded, and Stella laughed.

"When are you planning on introducing him to us?" Ryder asked.

"I don't know," Melinda replied, still focused on her phone.

"What? Come on! None of us have even seen him. Have you?" Ryan questioned, Stella shaking her head.

"I've only seen his pictures," Stella added. Marvin couldn't take his eyes off Stella. He seemed mesmerized, particularly by her curvy hips.

Stella noticed his gaze and coughed, prompting Marvin to quickly look away. However, he couldn't help but steal glances at her whenever she wasn't paying attention, finding her so irresistible.

Only James knew about Marvin's secret admiration for Stella. He genuinely liked her, but he lacked the courage to confess his feelings. However, he planned on telling her soon.

"Well... You guys will meet him soon, I guess," Melinda said. "He's attending MSA," she added.

"Too bad I won't be joining you guys. Law school for me," James sighed.

"You should at least see a picture of him then," Melinda said, browsing through her photos. She smiled when she found selfies they had taken together and showed them to James.

"Hmm, he's good looking. But why does he seem so familiar?" James asked, squinting his eyes.

Melinda clicked on another photo, revealing a picture of the handsome guy standing confidently in just his jeans.

"Wow... No way! No freaking way!" James shouted, recognizing the guy.

"What is it?" Stella asked.

James couldn't contain his excitement and screamed again.

"Hey...!!" Stella scolded.

"Do you know who this is?" James asked.

"His name is Midas, he's also an artist. I assume he must be famous based on how you're reacting," Melinda explained.

"Yes! He's famous indeed. He's a member of *H.Ws*!" James revealed.

"What?!" Chris and Marvin suddenly exclaimed, rushing over to see the picture.

"Woah!" Chris exclaimed, covering his mouth in shock.

"It's really him!" Marvin screamed.

"But who is he?" Ryan asked, curious as he joined the group. "He's handsome, but I don't seem to recognize him," he remarked.

"Me neither," Stella added.

"That's because you guys aren't in touch with celebrity news," Chris said with a playful tone.

"Wow... I didn't know my boyfriend was that cool for you all to react like this," Melinda said, observing the boys' reactions.

"Yes, of course! Damn! I can't believe Midas is your boyfriend," James said with a frown. "Since you're dating him, I might get a chance to meet him, befriend him, and maybe even befriend the others!" James squealed.

"Can you stop shouting?" Stella warned.

"Oh no! Should I change school? But I really wanted to study law... Should I? Argh!" James exclaimed, hitting his forehead in frustration.

*[Skylar's Mansion]*

"Welcome, ladies!" Vincent greeted as he opened the door, and three girls rushed towards him.

His parents were at work, and since his friends were all on a vacation, he decided to have some fun at his family's mansion.

The girls let go of him and eagerly looked around the luxurious house.

Some maids caught a glimpse of them and discreetly observed.

"We love your house, Vince!" one of the girls exclaimed.

"Yeah, what a stunning place," another added.

"I know, right? Let's have some fun," Vincent smirked.

Soon, loud music filled the air, and the girls started dancing seductively. Vincent was dancing with one of them, while the second girl touched him playfully from behind.

Vincent had given them a briefcase filled with money, and the third girl sat, observing them with a smile.

Suddenly, his sister Becky, carrying her cat, entered the room. She was 16 years old, three years younger than Vincent, who would soon turn 20.

"What the heck dude? What's the meaning of this?! Mom and Dad just left, and you invited these girls? You're disturbing me!" Becky shouted angrily.

"Sorry, sis," Vincent said without bothering to look at her.

"Cute girl," the third girl blew Becky a kiss, irritating her further.

"You'll see! I'm going to tell Mom," Becky threatened.

"I know you won't," Vincent replied with a smug smile. Becky scoffed, stomped her feet, and walked away.

*****

"Ouch...! Ahh... OMG!"

"Kill me! Ahh.. Harder!"

"Yeah, just like that!" the girl continued to scream as they engaged in intimate activities beneath the blankets. Although she was on top, Vincent was the one taking control.

"Oh god, I love you, Vince! Do you... love me?" the girl moaned.

"Yes, I love you," Vincent lied, giving her a playful spank that made her scream.

The king-size bed shook, and their moans could even be heard from downstairs if the room wasn't soundproof.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Jasmine had returned home to retrieve a forgotten booklet. She heard the loud music and saw the girls throwing money around.

"Who the hell are you?!" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows as she turned off the music. The girls glanced at each other before looking back at Mrs. Jasmine, fearlessly meeting her gaze.

"Vincent invited us," one of them replied, chewing gum nonchalantly.

Enraged, Mrs. Jasmine began to beat them. With her well-trained fighting skills, they screamed in pain. The girls managed to grab the briefcase and ran away.

"Stupid sluts," Mrs. Jasmine muttered before heading upstairs. She went straight to Vincent's room.

Meanwhile, Vincent and the girl were still in the midst of their activities when Mrs. Jasmine burst into the room through the slightly ajar door.

Her eyes widened with shock at the sight before her. Imaginary smoke seemed to come out of her nose due to her anger.

"Vincent!!" she screamed his name at the top of her lungs.

Vincent and the girl immediately stopped and turned to see his mom. Vincent's eyes widened in surprise.

"Vincent's mom!" the girl uttered in shock, quickly putting her panties back on and scrambling to get dressed. Vincent hastily donned his boxer shorts and trousers.

"How dare you?! We just left this morning, and you're doing this?!!" Mrs. Jasmine yelled.

"Mom, calm down. I can explain," Vincent attempted to speak.

"What is there to explain? I come home and find you... with this girl!" Mrs. Jasmine shouted, then turned to the girl. "And why are you still here? Do you want to continue?" she asked, glaring at her.

"No... I..." the girl tried to speak, but Mrs. Jasmine descended upon her, violently beating her before the girl managed to escape and flee through the door.

"That must've hurt," Vincent commented.

"I can't believe you, son. You made me witness this nonsense," Mrs. Jasmine said, getting closer to him. She attempted to hit him, but he dodged her and ran away, grabbing his shirt.

"VINCENT!!!" Mrs. Jasmine shouted angrily.