Where Love Meets Evil
at's thorning my ears with an annoyed clink of my cof
tting where we both enjoyed coffee. Clothed in matching cardigans, jeans, and kicks, he leaned against th
of 'posing' for the photographs to be taken. My muscles are already screaming from exh
director who is also th
re those insane poses in
o
to one of the wardrobe stylists who advanced toward me the moment I walked in. We'r
e up. Then we continue right away," t
to get this done and dusted with – wha
bend where
rief unlit hallway barred with a sophisticated
ym studio is insi
ling with sun-kissed concepts first."
nd I roll my eyes at 'THEMED.' Who cares what it's called? Not Laurel. "Besides, you wouldn't want to be h
pause, "Afte
lowing suit. I walk out on hushed clicks as two of them are rolling suitcases wh
ising a stretchable legging that over-amplifies my curves, a zipper cro
om, entering eyeshot. Their gazes of admiration walk me
ist inquires, peering into my ey
...
crouching beside me and staring u
reply, lowering my
s a blue-eyed beauty leaning her butt against the dressing table. Running up he
o hush. They've gotten so used to acting like robots that only act and
ind them who they're d
e stiff air. "It's fine. I don't bite," I say the last part,
uckle l
Smiling kindly, I compliment, "Yo
returns with a
do me a lot of good to address them by their names, and not have them runni
an even liv
beside me introduce themselves
gathering my hair upward. "Was thinking
e," I say, letting 'Whatever, I just
wberry Hotel?" she asks, m
, and Ivan's voice waves in. "My favorite fru
finally seeing the sneaky wisdom in telling
OL
hes through, bringing me b
it is strawberry,
gets lost in awe, leaving the lef
ho pays arduous attention to details but oh well. The r
tmosphere. Zamiel and Nia rush to help the rest of the crew get the
m as he enters to get changed. I scoff to my
get his diaper
es away only to have them stumbling
he see
ope
sions. Whenever they decide to
t's all hair accessories and cosmetics. I do not need to explain what she
ong. Like she understands what I'm trying to do. "Majorly
A tide of muffled gasps overrides the room in
hick popping veins running through his arms that wiggle aro
candle to him, Lau
juvey protest but deep down,
ector hails, channeling the
y to hold his pupils doused with i
isode of bends, twist
s as we mostly have to come into skin contact
brief intermission after
stretching toward me. Thanks to the sweat-inducin
suspicious look on my way out of the studio. He doesn't trust me
t exercise, three water dispensers, and coffee brewers with utensils to go with them. Gives off a home
act like I'm going to the lavat
Minutes
t be a better antidote than a chill bath to relax your nerves. Then, I
e booms in the atmosphere, pulsin
ally f
g to both sides of my face. Ruffling my hair backward, I wipe
ve been searching all over
V cameras on exit and escape routes." I pause, choosing to mumble the rest to
but that's how far his composure carries him before fadi
ol. I'm literally just in a sports bra and underpants, but my infuriati
no apologies. All you could do was fly me down to California, make me strike weird poses like a doll, for weird photos to pro
na rat me out to the police?" he asks scornfully, accenting 'r
ter of fa
ions. You know what that means?" The last question condenses vilely as he ambles toward me, not a whit of humor left in his soul. Close enough to wrap his arms around my wa
s hard thumps have my conviction already grounded to
d have someone completely innocent behind bars, or would you shut your trap and do exactly a
n I remain mute. I feel like giving him a dose of his medicine but un
e on your face like a good girl. And stop
out in defeat, walk
earshot, I he