Where Love Meets Evil

Are we promoting sle

or corrects, and my O-shaped lips thins int

the thin

m with that?" my 'affliction'

y. "Absolutely not," I emphasize,

een set in your close

our suite this time because apparently,

implanted everywhe

clo

et myself ready so

ther bedroom altogether in here. As he said, my costumes are arranged neatly on a

ilky robe over my underwear. Standing before the standin

robe's placket fall a

doing?" I rebu

n't come here

ou here?" I fir

ou a piece

ask, keeping quiet. "Let's hear it," I casually say without

e as your e

ut him off wildly, dropping

ce. He's refraining his frustration from leaking into his voice. Well, I cannot help

So you don't mess yourself up. Your mind will not be

know my ex, Ivan?

be a threat to me and my company, and compound my problems, I ran a thorough background

h does

going to let just a

a threat. But why a

lled you an

t TICKS

alks past me, heading toward the mirr

e nor stopping in his tracks. "I have to get changed as well," Then he s

etting ready, he can just slide it back open and catch m

OL

made of silk, that hangs several inches above my knee. Light aga

nts when I walk in. He stops to look at me, and then his eyes climb over my head b

ys. Pouting my lips,

w the order of photographs will be, and

hich a mirror lined on all four corners by string lights, hangs on the wa

rying to direct us for the first photo

ly exclaim, furrowi

im to fit in between," he explains for the second time. He has

ooking down at his 'newlywed' romantically. He has his arms crossed behind me now, but

ssional models, because you're married..." he pauses, bouncing his

doing it again – being uncooperative like a displeased child. My hands are still dow

him, Laurel." He of course cannot yell at me in the director's presence. And so far, the m

like you," I ret

neer. "A happy moment? What about a funny moment?" The latter triggers a hilarious memory, hauling a hearty peal of laughter from the depths of my soul. It's an image o

his forehead to rest above my cleavage exposed beneath the nightwear's V-neck. On the other hand, I raise

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omething i

looming around my eyes. "Don't tou

the base of a triangle, perhaps surveying

but still on its premises. The crew is busy setting up detachable tents for change of clothes and any ot

o me, he says, "You pro

, and agreeing to stand behind the camera with lousy smiles that have my cheeks almost bursti

ckly to see who and it's the director wearing his usual

otice us

ping an ey

ond, facing

he question to me, shoving me into the spotlight. Now I have four eyeballs boring holes in me and

ting Ivan a quick glare. "Everything's okay, we were just..." my eyes

eyes away from me. "What?

Ad team," he relays. "Th

I muse aloud

he says, and the

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