Undeniable Attraction

Chapter Three

George Westlan let out a small groan as he slowly opened his eyes. He felt a hand dapped around his waist possessively. No doubt it was the blondie whom he had a one night stand with. She was still very much fast asleep, cuddling against him as if her life depended on it. 

He chuckled. He wasn't surprised. Her predecessors also did the same or much worse. They were more than honoured to bed one of the sexiest men alive.

He gently removed the blondie's hand around his waist and quietly rose to his feet. He did that carefully so as not to wake her up. He wasn't in the mood for any rants of her wanting more or insisting they hook up again despite making it clear before he bedded her that it was just a one night stand and nothing else. 

George hardly ever slept with the same woman twice to avoid sentiments, labelling and other related matters. He was very dedicated to his talent and improving on them so his job came first and fun came second. Oh, and he liked his flings experienced. He believed they were the only ones who would be able to meet up to his standard in bed. 

George picked up his clothes that were sprawled on the floor across the hotel room, he put them on, reached for his wallet on the nightstand, took out some dollars (a reasonable sum) and placed it on the nightstand for his fling, in addition to the money for her services which he had already transferred to her bank account. 

He reached for his wristwatch on the edge of the sofa and saw that it was just three minutes to 6 am, he put it on, took one last glance of the hotel room and quietly made his way out, through the back exit, where his driver was waiting for him in the car. 

Because of his Status, George was able to find his way around certain things. He had a few trusted hotels where he had his nightstands so special provisions were always made for him to avoid being noticed or approached by the public or media. 

George has been working pretty hard lately and was really looking forward to the next two months which was sort of a break period for him. He had only two commercials to shoot and then acting lessons to take. 

On the drive to his mansion, George kept himself company with his phone, going through his social media pages. 

In about 30 minutes, they got to his mansion. Derick, the driver pulled up in the driveway, then got down to open the door for George. 

George went straight upstairs to his bedroom for a shower and then changed into his sweat pants with no shirt on. 

Just as he was about to pick up his laptop to go through his emails and do some other stuff, his phone rang. A small smile crept to Geo's lips upon seeing the caller ID and he picked up the call immediately. 

"Hi, Mom." He said to the other side.

"Look who's pretending to be happy to hear from me." Stella, his mom responded. 

"Mom." He groaned. "I'm always happy to hear from you. How are you and Dad?" 

"Even though our only Son refused to come to visit us, His Dad and I have been keeping ourselves company. We are doing great." 

"It's not intentional Mom, You know I've been very busy lately." 

"Yeah, very busy picking up different girls but has no time to visit his parents." 

"Mom, don't tell me you've been watching those gossip news or reading those magazines again." 

Stella Westlan ignored her son's question and asked. "You were with a blondie last night." 

George facepalmed. Despite him being extra careful the previous night, the media still managed to release a photo of him and his fling. 

"She was just a friend." He lied.

"Yeah, a friend I don"t know about." She said sarcastically.

"Yesterday was Becca's birthday so..." His mother cut him off.

"So, Your best friend, Liam threw her a surprise party and even surprised her with a surprise proposal. That was where you met the blondie." 

"Jeez, Mom! Do you now work for the media?" 

"Look, son." Stella started to say with a calm and motherly voice. "You need to quit your playboy ways. I'm getting sick of it and it's not healthy for you." 

"Don't worry, Mom. I always play safe." He assured.

"It's not about playing safe anymore, George. I want you to quit your playboy ways. Stick to a girl and see what the future holds for you two. It breaks Nadia's heart to see you on the news or magazines with different girls."

"I don't like Nadia." 

"How would you know if you don't open your heart to her and give her a try. There's nothing wrong with Nadia. She's beautiful, hard-working, very kind and above all, she loves you." 

George ran his fingers through his hair. 

"I don't dispute the fact that she's a good girl or she's beautiful. She's not just my type." 

"Give her a try, son, take her on a date, get to know more about her." She pushed. 

George facepalmed. His mom could be so persuasive. Nadia was a family friend. His Dad's best friend's daughter to be precise and George's mom had taken a liken to her since she was a teenager. 

Just so his mom would drop the topic, he said. "I'll think about it." 

"That's what you said the last time, Geo." She reminded, wanting him to keep to his word this time around.

"Honestly mom, I'm not ready to settle down or get attached to someone because I love my freedom. I'm in my prime, I'm just 33 and I want to enjoy life as much as I can. Perhaps I'll settle down when I'm 40. That's even if I find a good woman because they are all after two things. My money and the pleasure I can give them in bed." 

Stella heaved a long sigh. She was literally tired of her son who always felt full of himself. If she had two sons, she might be less worried about him but Gorge was her only son and last born of the family. 

"You need to get rid of that mentality George. It will honestly do you no good." 

"So you are saying they aren't after my money?"

"Look, I know some people are after your material items but you can't keep that thought at heart with the hope of meeting the right person. Not everyone is a gold digger, At least Nadia isn't, that's why I'm persistent about you and her being together. Don't you think you two will make beautiful grandbabies for me?"

"Just give everything a thought my dear." She concluded. 

"I've heard, Mom. He dismissed. 

"We are having a family dinner next Sunday. Your sisters and nieces will be here. Will you also be chanced to join us?" 

"I will try to be there." 

"Okay, Son. We will talk some other time. Be good and take care of you. I love you."

"Love you too, Mom," George said, then ended the call. 

He went out of his room, came back a minute later with a glass of wine, he took his MacBook and settled on the sofa in the room. 

George had quite a number of emails to go through so he started going through them one by one until he got to the email from Olivia Price. 

"Interesting," George muttered as he clicked on the mail. Knowing the person appointed to coach him was a female lawyer, he was surprised she reached out to him via his email. He had expected her to bombard him with text messages or calls since she had his personal phone number. All the women he had ever worked with, including his former trainer, always reached out to him via calls or text.

He connected his glass of white wine to his lips for a sip before going through the mail which she sent at 8:52 the previous night. 

The subject of the mail was "Your Coaching Sessions" and he read the content which was as follows. 

"I've gone through your files from the production company. Endeavour to meet me at Claire's Restaurant by 4 pm tomorrow so as to discuss a few things relating to your role and also create a schedule that is comfortable for me to coach you.

Best regards,

Olivia price 

Associate of Smith & Pratt."

"You've got to be kidding me," George muttered, trying to hide the fact that this lady literally burst his EGO via an ordinary email. 

The more George read the mail again and again, the more he got angry for so many reasons. 

1. The mail was strictly formal. Never had he received mail from a woman that was so straight to the point without having a hint that they were eager to meet him or anxious to work with him. George knew any woman would give anything to coach him for his role but he was pained because Olivia Price seemed to care less about working with him.

2. George was used to giving people appointments and not people dictating to him where they should meet and what time they should meet. "What the actual f**k?!" He voiced out and couldn't help but think she was rude.

3. She specified that when they meet, their coaching schedules would be set based on her schedule.

George Westlan ignored her email with the intention to make her pay for being extremely rude to him. He was the one who hired her and was also going to be paying for her services, therefore, he would make her submit to him at all cost.