CHAPTER FOUR
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Of course it has to be the rude guy from yesterday. How can I forget that face? That handsome guy who is the son of a b***h.
I glare at him and step inside. The Tenth floor button has already been pressed so I roll my eyes wondering whether he is going to that event too.
I lean against the wall of the elevator and shut my eyes hoping that we reach there soon. Can’t stay in the same elevator with this guy without wanting to strangle him. I'm catching a cold because of him.
“It’s rude to ignore a conversation.” He says making me look at him with a glare. Our eyes meet and I look at my shoes when the piercing is unbearable..
Why does a handsome guy, with beautiful grey eyes have to be such an asshole?
Don’t remind me about his intoxicating scent because I’m not willing to go there. A mixture of cologne, body wash and a something I don’t know yet? His natural smell? His shampoo? I don’t care but that’s some expensive s**t he has on.
“Not interested on this one.” I snap and dig out my phone from the purse. I scroll to the messages but snort in annoyance when there is nothing new. There is nothing to distract me from this dude.
He steps towards me and grabs my phone.
“Give me my phone.” I say firmly.
“Sassy?” he smirks. “I like that in a woman.”
“Give me my phone you dickhead!”
“Dickhead? Wow! Dickhead?” he shakes his head. “You know what? I like a sassy woman but an abusive woman turns me on.” He grins and leans forward. I gulp loudly wondering what he is going to do.
Kiss me?
Eeeew! Not this one. His personality stinks and I want a kiss from someone else. Someone with a good personality like White Fleming.
But?
Who am I kidding? This guy has every cute feature one wants in a man. Except the personality and his attitude.
“Sassy? Abusive? I'm in love with that.” His warm and minty breath fans my face. He blows some warm air on my neck and goes back to his spot; with my phone. Get that right? With my phone!
How rude can this guy get?
“You still have my phone dude.”
“I know. I want to see you freaking mad.”
I let out a sharp breath and glare at him. Thank God we are almost on Tenth floor.
“I know. I can see we are going to the same event.” He throws the phone at me and I grab it with a glare.
“I swear if you broke it you would pay dearly.”
“I know. That’s nothing to me.” He adjusts his tie as the elevator beeps and glides to a stop. The doors slide open and I fumble to step out. I need to get away from this one. He beats me to it and looks at me with a wicked grin.
“Mr. Clayton?” he is met by two, well-dressed men.
“I will go for Chuck Eaton. Clayton makes me feel old and I don’t want that.” He says making them laugh. I roll my eyes. He is so full of himself.
“This way sir.” I overhear them talking and he is led through some door. I shake my head and walk through a door labeled 'hall.’
“Lexi!” Daniella runs to me and hugs me.
“You know we were together an hour ago, right?” I raise my brows at her.
“I know. Missed my best friend.”
“Is your crush here?”
“Not yet. Looked for him everywhere but I haven’t seen him. I hope he is still coming.”
“I hope so too. For your sake. You are driving me crazy with your obsession over some stranger.”
“Just see him and you will know what I’m talking about.” She grins from ear to ear.
“Waiting for that.” I grin back at her.
“Let me go backstage. We will meet later.”
“All the best bff.” I smile and make my way to the second row. I look around trying to see whether White is here. I give up when I don’t see him and focus on my phone until someone picks a microphone and clears his throat.
“Good morning all?” he greets with a smile.
“We are here for a good course. Angel's children home needs a lot of things and that’s why this event was organized. We are looking for some funding and I know we can make it. As I always say, you give, you get more. In fact, you get a multiplication of that.”
People applaud and he stops looking around. We are graced by the presence of an elite in Manhattan. Women are all over him while men feel like he is a threat “ he jokes making everyone laugh.
That must be Daniella’s crush. She said he is cute and this MC has just confirmed it. Waiting to see whether it’s true. Maybe they are exaggerating. They haven’t seen White Fleming or the asshole from the elevator.
What was his name again?
Chuck?
Who calls himself Chuck these days?
Chuck my foot.
I focus on the MC as he clears his throat silencing the people; mostly ladies who have gone crazy at the mention of the mystery guy.
“Before we get to that, we are braced by the presence of the Queens. They are from Queen’s modelling agency. They are showcasing their talents by curtain raising for us.” He pauses and looks around. “Give a round of applause for these beautiful ladies.”
The place goes wild with applauses as my co-models walk down the runway. I looked better in the dress Emmy is in but what can I do? I can’t do that with a cold.
I take out my hankie and dab my nose as the models continue cat walking.
“How was that?” Daniella asks sitting next to me as the kids from the children’s home present a play.
“You were awesome.” I grin at her.
“What about the b***h? Don’t say she was good to be nice. You would have killed it in that dress.”
“It’s okay. Will beat her to it next time.”
“So is your crush here?”
“I hope so. I haven’t seen him yet. That guy is driving me crazy.”
“The MC talked about him. He thinks he is cute. The ladies in here went crazy.”
“They are about to go more crazy. That’s in social media. This is the guy in real life. Wouldn’t have wanted to miss this.”
“And here comes the exaggeration!” I roll my eyes and focus on the MC.
“You will see what I’m talking about.” She does the same with a grin.
“And now ladies and gentlemen, our guests are here with us. They were dealing with something inside there. That’s why they were not able to see all that presentation. I would like to welcome our distinguished guests. My Eaton, kindly lead them to their seats.
The people go crazy as four men and two women are led to some seats.
“There he is!” Daniella shouts trying to get off her seat, to have a better view.
I look at the men. There is White and the Chuck guy. They are seated together.
“Which one?”
“That one?”
I follow her gaze and my eyes lock with White’s eyes. He gives me a smile and looks around.
“White Fleming?” I ask gaining some glares from the people around.
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