Chapter 6

• Ethan's POV
• In front of me, stood the woman that my mother had spoken about. She was the last person I wanted to see.
• "I'm Lucy D'silva... I'm a model, obviously, I have my ways. Why do you sound so mad at me, baby?"
• I had been pacing around still fuming. I dashed at her and told her never to address me in that way. She looked frightened, and I liked it, except, that's not the face I wanted to see that expression on. "We aren't exclusive, don't call me that," I repeated. "But, I thought, the magazine- "
• "Bend over," I cut her off. She looked puzzled if only she could understand what was going through my head.
• "Darling," I slowly moved towards her and held her tiny waist, I rubbed her neck and made my way to her face, I whispered gently in her ear, "Bend over for me, please." She smiled and began to peck my lips. My office walls were soundproof, just as I liked it. I kissed her senselessly. Moving my fingers between her legs and feeling her dripping wet.
• My mind took over, I could only imagine that woman, Lucy, going down on me and starting to suck the tension out of me. The memory put a smile on my face while I gripped her shoulders and lifted her till our bodies met. I turned her around, and she placed her hand on my desk for support. She giggled in amusement, I was a lover, but my memories were taking over me. She pulled her tiny dress up for me and I moved her thong to the side, I thrust into her, my thumbs pinned on her tiny white behind, I shut my eyes to imagine the caramel skin of the woman I thought deserved to feel this and yet there I was physically spewing lies to another woman. I moved back, arranging myself as she did the same in a puzzled and unsatisfied way.
• I know what I did, everything was out of sheer frustration. When I opened my eyes, I hated Lucy for lying on my desk, this wasn't who I was, and I felt ruthless and guilty for treating her like I did.
• "Listen, why don't you head home and I'll come pick you up at 7 pm, okay? Go get ready, we are going to the Arlene restaurant..." She clapped her hands and smiled widely. I had already made my decision to tell her that I didn't want to see her again. She's a model and she's been with a lot of guys; we only saw each other for a week and she was this jittery. She left my office; I pushed my hair back in exhaustion as I thought about picking up my files and heading back home to take a shower myself.
• Adeline's POV
• I hated getting ready, it was the worst part of my job. Yes, I had to blend in with the rest of my environment to keep myself unidentified. I was worried, someone knew what I was up to, but how? Did Alex sell me out? It was not possible. Alex knew better than to kill his own business. I must have been paranoid again. Marilyn assured me that things were going to work out regardless of whether or not someone as well-known as Ethan Coleman knew that I was responsible for his disclosure. I wore a black dress that exposed two sides of my waist, with all-black heels and a handbag bag big enough to accommodate my camera. Marilyn wore an plain orange shirt skirt and a striped orange long-sleeved crop top; her mission was to catch a guy she could spend the night with; a rich one.
• We arrived at the restaurant and one of the waiters showed us to our table. Luckily enough, my target was sitting two tables away from us. Stephen Birdman; Musician and Actor. People wondered why he was so abusive to his wife. She was a blonde woman, a model, at least before she bore his children. He was disrespectful, so I needed to give his wife a bigger reason to leave him for good. He wasn't worth it. A waitress came to take our order. I hadn't noticed how deep in thought I was until then. Marilyn ordered a salad with French names too hard for me to even dare read. I ordered the same, but I didn't care because my mission wasn't to have a good time - mindlessly.
• "Hey, can we at least talk? You brought me here anyway, so tell me how I can help!" Marilyn cried. "Sure, Sorry, I have a bad habit of wanting to scan the area before sitting, why don't you notify me once you see a woman sitting with him at his table?"
• I was tired and my mind was all over the place. But I had to do it for a woman blinded by what she thought was love. Like? I never considered myself the type to get into such childish moments, maybe because I felt that no man wanted a woman who wanted herself all the time. That's how I was raised. I, however, had the gift of freedom, a spirit compelled to be free. I had this curse and I didn't want anyone to take it away from me. Marilyn patted my hand and cleared her throat, making me look behind me at the dark-haired lady sitting next to my target. There was a short kiss on the lips and the woman looked excited, she looked like a local, nothing special, she was not a celebrity at all. I was starting to think she didn't deserve to be exposed, like so many other girls before her. But the girls all knew the man, and his wife's name was familiar. This was necessary indeed.
• I pushed the thought out of my mind and pulled out my small camera anyway. Just as I was about to take the picture, a couple obstructed my view. I had to restrain myself from yelling at them. That was part of my job, but my heart started to beat faster....
• I slowly put my camera down as I watched them walk to the table behind Stephen's. Marilyn asked me if I had seen a ghost. "Yes, and he's haunting me really well now." Ethan walked in with a skinny woman. She wore a tight-fitting golden dress that exposed her back, the same woman that I caught him with the last time. Were they dating?
• I almost felt a little discomfort. I wanted to leave, but it didn't look like he saw me. I just didn't want his face to appear in my shot, then he was going to look for me for real this time. I was disappointed in myself; a politician knew my identity...
• I put the small camera under the thick white napkin next to my plate and took one shot. I was shaking, hoping that Ethan wasn't going to look my way.
• "Hey!"
• A muscular man in a leather jacket and a hood over his head called out from behind me. "Are you the fancy little boy who slept with my girlfriend?!" Everyone around looked confused and scared, thinking that they were responsible for the accident. A man in a leather jacket rushed over to Ethan's desk. "Good guy!" Marilyn exclaimed. To my surprise, he grabbed Stephen by the collar and everyone started taking pictures of the celebrity and whispering his name. "You think I care about your fame? No one takes my lady and just gets away with it!"
• "Brandon! Stop it! You and I are not together!" The man in the leather jacket didn't seem to listen to the poor lady. He swung his fist so hard that Stephen was thrown onto Ethan's desk. Ethan also got up and tried to break up the fight between the two, and the waiter ran to the scene to see if any customers were injured.
• A lot happened in the restaurant, not only because two famous people were fighting, but because the owner and the waiter were filming what happened. After all, it was not every day that you saw a celebrity kicked out of an event venue for violence. Marilyn tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to take a picture but I missed my chance. Everyone has something to show on the internet and this one is no secret, it was all because of that woman's angry boyfriend. It annoyed me, but I was more relieved or rather excited that the minister was at the centre of everything, it's just that he looked like the helpful one at that time. Marilyn dragged me to the VIP bar for a drink away from the drama - I needed it.