CHAPTER 4
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CASPIAN
NEXT MORNING.
It's funny to think that how the daughter of my parent's enemy is so obsessed with me. Savannah Javier Maxwell. Her name was as expensive as her. Yeah, she's beautiful, sexy, wealthy, and men's ideal type, but not my type. She will never be my type.
Because my heart already belongs to someone.
Anyways, I am on my way now going home, and my little sister Cassey keeps texting me about buying her pads or else... Nevermind.
That brat! She can order mum, or her nanny to buy her pads. Why does she ask me to do that?
Shaking my head, I park my car in front of the department store.
Before going out of my car, I wear a face mask to hide my face, because if others see me buying these s**t pads, they will take a picture and boom! I will go on trending. That will be a shame for me.
After fixing myself, I got out now in my car and went directly inside of the store. TSS. I forgot. I should ask my PA to do this, but I ask him to go home and just fetch me at home later.
Anyways, I am choosing pads now for that damn brat. Tss.
What type of pads should I be going to pick?
Whisper? Charmee? Modess? Tsk. Or... Should I pick an E.Q diaper? That sounds better tho. It's more huge and wide than the pads for their red liquid.
"What's that. Is he buying pads for her girlfriend?"
"Wow! He is so sweet!"
I get distracted and feel ashamed a little to the two high school girls on my side who are talking about me. How did I know that they are high school students? Their faces and age are the same as Cassey.
Buying pads for my girlfriend? Tsk?
"Hi." The girl who is wearing glasses approaches me. "By any chance, are you buying pads for your girlfriend?" She asks, but I ignore her. I pay my attention again on choosing what kind of pads I should pick out.
"Here! Girls, mostly like this one!" She beams, pointing the charmee kind of pads.
So I look at her, lifting my brow.
"Yeah. That's right. In fact, I am using that one now." Her friend added, giggling.
Did she just say that to me? Is she not embarrassed?
"Thanks," I say, coldly and took the Charmee pads. Then, I was about to walk over to the cashier when the girl who was wearing glasses held my hand. I'm very sensitive to that, so I needed to slip her hand off to my hand.
"Ops! I'm so sorry for touching you. But... Can I get your number?" She says, pleasing me with her puppy eyes.
They are only high school students, but behaving like a slut huh? I think they need proper discipline from their parents.
"Can I?" She please again.
"You should be studying now, instead of flirting. Ok?" I say, smirking and leave their sight. Then, pay these pads to the cashier immediately.
"Huh! Did he just call me a flirt!?" I heard her murmurs in surprise.
"Oh no, he looks like Caspian." Her friend says.
Whoah? Did she recognize me?
"What are you saying? It is impossible for Caspian to go to a department store!"
"No! He really looks like Caspian!"
Yeah, it's me, girls.
However, before they could walk closer to me again, I quickly got out of the store and went back to my car, then drove away.
Removing my mask, I fix my hair while driving.
How can that student recognize me? Was it because of my eyes? Perhaps.
"What time will be your shooting later, son?" My mum asks. I am here right now, at our house, eating lunch with my family.
"1 PM in the afternoon perhaps. Why?" I say and ask, continue eating.
"You must be so busy that you almost forgot Sister Claudia's arrival." Cassey joins the conversation, in which I hand to stop eating and look at them.
"Claudia will be going home? For what reason?" I ask, surprised in a bit. Claudia is my older sister. She was living in Paris actually with her boyfriend Harry. She is a celebrity and a model like me.
"That's right! Of course, for vacation. My god, Clien!" Cassey says I look at her sharply. She always joins the older conversation which I don't like but I have to be quiet. She just smiles at me and teases me. Tss. I won't go to buy pads again.
"Yes. Can you pick her up?" Dad says.
"Why? Isn't she with Harry?"
"Harry will be staying in Paris. Your older sister won't be staying here for long. She will return to Paris soon after one week of her vacation." Mum answer.
"Okay. So, what time will be her arrival?" I ask.
"5 PM. You pick her up, son. As much as your mum and I wanted to pick her up, we can't. We have so many things to do in the hospital." Dad says. Both of my parents are neurosurgeons.
"Sure, no problem. I will fetch her after my shoot." I reply.
"Can I go with your brother?" Cassey asks, pleasing.
"Of course! You can't." I say that makes her face wrinkled. She thought earlier that I will allow her. No way.
"Why? I want to go with you! I'm so bored here!" She half yells.
So childish!
"Your brother has a shoot baby. You can't go in there." Mum says I nodded my head.
"You should study instead of going out Cassey." I nag. Just then, out of the blue, those two girl students sank in my mind. They are just like my sister. A bit.
"Fine." She sighs out, pouting.
After our great meal, I call now my PA to fetch me. My mum and dad, on the other hand, left to go to the hospital. And my sister Cassey, still bothering and begging to come with me, but I still refuse.
"You stay here."
"Please? Just this day. I'm so bored here." She says, stamping her feet on the floor, following me outside of the mansion.
"I told you to study."
"I was studying the whole night and I'm sick of it!"
"Then, go to sleep. You should rest when you are on your red days."
"Brother Clien, please!?"
"No!"
Sooner, my PA arrived.
"No? Then, should I call Kend—"
"Dammit! I told you, let's go!" I yell at her but not that loud.
She laughs out internally. "I love you so much, Brother Clien!" She says and gets inside of my car before me.
Scratching the back of my head, breathing in annoyance, I got inside of my car and left no choice but to bring this brat. Darn.
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