Dating Mr. CEO - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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FAY
IT WAS DIFFICULT TO see my reflection in the mirror across from me. It was also hard to tell how many hands were busy working on my body to make sure I looked exactly the way I was supposed to look for the first half of the shoot. I had four more looks to get into, so I didn't bother about the whole frenzy movements all around me.
There was a hairstylist on my hair, making the final touches to the straight strands, there was a make-up artist rushing underneath the hairstylist in order to get to my face where he applied the last layer of powder, there was a designer trying to make sure the crystal buttons on the collar of the shirt I wore was in the appropriate angle, there was the footwear fixer buckling up the new heels I was supposed to be modeling at exactly...
"Fay, you're on in five minutes." A familiar face and voice popped into my dressing room.
"Thanks, Cam, I'll be right out." I told him, feeling the tiredness descend on me.
I was about to do it again, put up a smile for the camera, as always. Not that I minded; I had come too far to mind it or even complain about it, and there was no one I could complain to. I was used to this life, used to pretending that I was at my happiest in front of the camera, used to being okay with looking pretty all the time and eating things that helped maintain my body figure.
My mother would say it was worth it because that was the only way to keep the fame and money going. Ever since I was sixteen, it had been her dream to make me a big star, she always told me that my pretty face would take me places.
Then again, I wouldn't lie and say that I didn't completely enjoy the attention I got from the fame, the pictures, the parties, the expensive life style; it was all an addictive high that I sure as hell wasn't going to get enough of. Honestly, if anyone looked close enough, they would see that my life was a complicated mess. A bittersweet complicated mess.
As if to remind me of the bitter aspect, my phone began vibrating again. Elroy's name flashing on the screen, just like it had been doing since I walked into YDI. I'd lost count of the number of times he had called, and I knew he would probably not get the message that I was not going to pick up until I was done working.
Sighing, I ignored it for the hundredth time.
"He's probably missing you so much." said the make-up artist.
"Yeah." I answered with a well-practiced smile. "He's just bugging me on purpose. He does that."
"It's cute." Said the footwear guy.
"He's the best." I responded with that same smile, watching the phone ring until it cut off, going back to my lock screen before the light dimmed. He would be furious.
It was times like these that I remember the first time we actually talked. It was a blind date Elroy's grandmother organized, turns out she was a close friend of my mom and they both thought it would be good to you know—set us up.
It didn't work out because I ended up blessings his face with the remaining content of my red wine. We hated and still hate each other. It was what you would call a—a okay, I'll put it like this. Hate at first sight.
And that was three years ago.
So apparently, Three years and painfully counting, Elroy and I were still the most attractive couple to ever grace the world of glamour, fashion and celebrities. My career went to the peak after the announcement about our relationship was made, I had an influx of endorsement deals, new followers on my social media, and a massive house we bought together in Fisher Island, Miami.
The response we got from the media about our relationship was more than what we expected. It broke the internet, and we were all anyone could talk about. When our shoot photos came out weeks later, we broke the internet again, because this only confirmed the gossip about our relationship.
After that, it was all a blur from that point. We went for shoots, interviews, and all sorts of events together, and when we finally moved in together, the media began counting the days until Elroy Chesterfield whipped out a ring.
There was that one time I thought we could actually do this, I thought I could actually like him and we could make something out of this nothing we found ourselves. I was willing to try, but Elroy? He wasn't even having it. God his ego, and rudeness would be the death of him one day, and I was sure of it. We argued almost all the time, and he was always the one to start it.
His infuriating devilishly handsome face was one I'd gotten used to over the years, and I was quite sure I saw him more than I did my mother. Half the time we were together without the public's eye, he was either picking a fight with me or ignoring the hell out of my presence.
His ego was one of the major things I hated about him. He was rich, rude and his hobby was to ignore people. Yeah, he loved doing that.
I could as well say that about all the Chesterfield boys. Except Damien. He was still friendly with everyone, tries to reunite the bond between the triplets.
The media called them the three devilish packages. Elroy, Cade and Damien. Triplets who looked nothing alike. I would say the only thing alike about them was their infamous coffee brown hair, and their skin tone that seemed to seduce any camera on sight. They were the definition of the three devilish sins to the public, but to people who knew them personally, they were all opposites of each other, and barely communicated with themselves.
Their half-sister, Rhea, was no better. She was nice to have around, and we had this brother's girlfriend kind of friendship going on too, but we rarely saw each other.
Damien did try to bring the family together from time to time, probably for the sake of their grandmother, Melissa, who had been their sole guardian since they lost both their parents in a car accident when they were only 14. That was according to what the media said. Their parents ran five successful companies whose main headquarters were in Miami where they all currently resided.
Elroy ran Sparks, which was amongst the top three designer brand in the fashion industry. Damien was in charge of Gold, a jewelry brand. Cade ran, Di-glamorous and Emerald Arts, the footwear and artistry companies, while Rhea managed, Halo, the beauty brand.
All five companies were amongst the top ten fashion industries in the world, popular for their uniqueness and understanding to style and glamour. The Chesterfield four were stalked by the media like every other celebrity out there, the three boys had millions of female fans from around the world, you'd think they starred in a sensational movie.
They were all inspirations to themselves and the world. The four chesterfield beauties went to functions, participated in worldwide charity events, they even organized so many of these events themselves, created in house companies with mini branches all over the world.
I'd met all of them in person, and it didn't take me too long to figure out each of their intriguing personalities.
In Elroy's case; anger issues, he never took things easily. He was impulsive with his words and half of the time, ended up saying something that could either kill your dreams or make you want to kill him in his sleep. He flared up at the slightest thing that annoyed him, and yes—he craved pleasure in ignoring people. If you had a problem, or you just needed someone to confide in and you know, do the whole heart to heart talk with, Elroy was probably not your guy.
What I do admire about them though, was the love they had for their grandmother. She was one of the kindest women I'd ever met.
"Fay, you're up." Cameroon rushed in again.
I got to my feet gently, allowing the make-up artist finish whatever powder patting he was applying. My eyes raked down my body in the full-length mirror. The beautiful emerald skirt I wore over the white long-sleeved crop top with crystal buttons, had a long tearing from my ankle straight to my upper thigh, exposing a lot of skin. It was one of Yvonne Derees' new designs.
I knew Elroy was aware of my shoot with them, hence the heated argument we had the night before, and his persistent phone calls.
Knowing I still had four more looks to get done, I hurried to the shoot set with people still fluttering around me.
_______
I parked my Aston Martin amongst Elroy's cars. I yawned, got out from the car and walked out of the garage.
My feet were shaking beneath me, reminding me that I had bruises from the amount of heels I wore today during and after the shoots.
Walking into the house, I greeted a few workers here and there as I made my way to our room, hoping to God that the Grinch of a man wasn't back yet.
Ever since we convinced Melissa that we were totally okay with each other and in love, we moved in together to make our point clear. We promised Melissa we would try to make our relationship work. Ever since she fell sick because of a fight Elroy and I had, we got an earful from the other siblings, telling us to get our shit together.
I was ready to reason with them but Elroy wasn't having it. It was almost like he hated me to the core. There were sometimes I would try to make things work for real but he would always say something to hurt me or make me want to scream and yell my heart out at him.
We were just going round an endless circle.
Pushing the door to our room, I walked in only to find Elroy standing in the balcony with a glass that contained wine in his hand, he didn't seem to notice me come In cause his back was to me.
Shutting the door gently, I took off my furry jacket and unbuckled my heels, placing my bare feet on the ground.
Oh that feels good.
I couldn't wait to get out of my tight dress so I decided to get the awaited argument done and over with.
My bare feet made no sound as I padded my way to the balcony, feeling the chill breeze hit my skin.
Why is it always so cold out here?
Elroy was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow.
Without thinking much of the consequence, I wrapped my arms around him from behind, feeling the cold chill breeze seep out of my body as warmth graced my skin.
His body stiffened immediately and just as fast, he turned and pushed me away from him, I almost lost my balance but I held on to a chair behind me to keep me from falling.
His eyes were filled with what I knew so well as irritation.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
IT WAS DIFFICULT TO see my reflection in the mirror across from me. It was also hard to tell how many hands were busy working on my body to make sure I looked exactly the way I was supposed to look for the first half of the shoot. I had four more looks to get into, so I didn't bother about the whole frenzy movements all around me.
There was a hairstylist on my hair, making the final touches to the straight strands, there was a make-up artist rushing underneath the hairstylist in order to get to my face where he applied the last layer of powder, there was a designer trying to make sure the crystal buttons on the collar of the shirt I wore was in the appropriate angle, there was the footwear fixer buckling up the new heels I was supposed to be modeling at exactly...
"Fay, you're on in five minutes." A familiar face and voice popped into my dressing room.
"Thanks, Cam, I'll be right out." I told him, feeling the tiredness descend on me.
I was about to do it again, put up a smile for the camera, as always. Not that I minded; I had come too far to mind it or even complain about it, and there was no one I could complain to. I was used to this life, used to pretending that I was at my happiest in front of the camera, used to being okay with looking pretty all the time and eating things that helped maintain my body figure.
My mother would say it was worth it because that was the only way to keep the fame and money going. Ever since I was sixteen, it had been her dream to make me a big star, she always told me that my pretty face would take me places.
Then again, I wouldn't lie and say that I didn't completely enjoy the attention I got from the fame, the pictures, the parties, the expensive life style; it was all an addictive high that I sure as hell wasn't going to get enough of. Honestly, if anyone looked close enough, they would see that my life was a complicated mess. A bittersweet complicated mess.
As if to remind me of the bitter aspect, my phone began vibrating again. Elroy's name flashing on the screen, just like it had been doing since I walked into YDI. I'd lost count of the number of times he had called, and I knew he would probably not get the message that I was not going to pick up until I was done working.
Sighing, I ignored it for the hundredth time.
"He's probably missing you so much." said the make-up artist.
"Yeah." I answered with a well-practiced smile. "He's just bugging me on purpose. He does that."
"It's cute." Said the footwear guy.
"He's the best." I responded with that same smile, watching the phone ring until it cut off, going back to my lock screen before the light dimmed. He would be furious.
It was times like these that I remember the first time we actually talked. It was a blind date Elroy's grandmother organized, turns out she was a close friend of my mom and they both thought it would be good to you know—set us up.
It didn't work out because I ended up blessings his face with the remaining content of my red wine. We hated and still hate each other. It was what you would call a—a okay, I'll put it like this. Hate at first sight.
And that was three years ago.
So apparently, Three years and painfully counting, Elroy and I were still the most attractive couple to ever grace the world of glamour, fashion and celebrities. My career went to the peak after the announcement about our relationship was made, I had an influx of endorsement deals, new followers on my social media, and a massive house we bought together in Fisher Island, Miami.
The response we got from the media about our relationship was more than what we expected. It broke the internet, and we were all anyone could talk about. When our shoot photos came out weeks later, we broke the internet again, because this only confirmed the gossip about our relationship.
After that, it was all a blur from that point. We went for shoots, interviews, and all sorts of events together, and when we finally moved in together, the media began counting the days until Elroy Chesterfield whipped out a ring.
There was that one time I thought we could actually do this, I thought I could actually like him and we could make something out of this nothing we found ourselves. I was willing to try, but Elroy? He wasn't even having it. God his ego, and rudeness would be the death of him one day, and I was sure of it. We argued almost all the time, and he was always the one to start it.
His infuriating devilishly handsome face was one I'd gotten used to over the years, and I was quite sure I saw him more than I did my mother. Half the time we were together without the public's eye, he was either picking a fight with me or ignoring the hell out of my presence.
His ego was one of the major things I hated about him. He was rich, rude and his hobby was to ignore people. Yeah, he loved doing that.
I could as well say that about all the Chesterfield boys. Except Damien. He was still friendly with everyone, tries to reunite the bond between the triplets.
The media called them the three devilish packages. Elroy, Cade and Damien. Triplets who looked nothing alike. I would say the only thing alike about them was their infamous coffee brown hair, and their skin tone that seemed to seduce any camera on sight. They were the definition of the three devilish sins to the public, but to people who knew them personally, they were all opposites of each other, and barely communicated with themselves.
Their half-sister, Rhea, was no better. She was nice to have around, and we had this brother's girlfriend kind of friendship going on too, but we rarely saw each other.
Damien did try to bring the family together from time to time, probably for the sake of their grandmother, Melissa, who had been their sole guardian since they lost both their parents in a car accident when they were only 14. That was according to what the media said. Their parents ran five successful companies whose main headquarters were in Miami where they all currently resided.
Elroy ran Sparks, which was amongst the top three designer brand in the fashion industry. Damien was in charge of Gold, a jewelry brand. Cade ran, Di-glamorous and Emerald Arts, the footwear and artistry companies, while Rhea managed, Halo, the beauty brand.
All five companies were amongst the top ten fashion industries in the world, popular for their uniqueness and understanding to style and glamour. The Chesterfield four were stalked by the media like every other celebrity out there, the three boys had millions of female fans from around the world, you'd think they starred in a sensational movie.
They were all inspirations to themselves and the world. The four chesterfield beauties went to functions, participated in worldwide charity events, they even organized so many of these events themselves, created in house companies with mini branches all over the world.
I'd met all of them in person, and it didn't take me too long to figure out each of their intriguing personalities.
In Elroy's case; anger issues, he never took things easily. He was impulsive with his words and half of the time, ended up saying something that could either kill your dreams or make you want to kill him in his sleep. He flared up at the slightest thing that annoyed him, and yes—he craved pleasure in ignoring people. If you had a problem, or you just needed someone to confide in and you know, do the whole heart to heart talk with, Elroy was probably not your guy.
What I do admire about them though, was the love they had for their grandmother. She was one of the kindest women I'd ever met.
"Fay, you're up." Cameroon rushed in again.
I got to my feet gently, allowing the make-up artist finish whatever powder patting he was applying. My eyes raked down my body in the full-length mirror. The beautiful emerald skirt I wore over the white long-sleeved crop top with crystal buttons, had a long tearing from my ankle straight to my upper thigh, exposing a lot of skin. It was one of Yvonne Derees' new designs.
I knew Elroy was aware of my shoot with them, hence the heated argument we had the night before, and his persistent phone calls.
Knowing I still had four more looks to get done, I hurried to the shoot set with people still fluttering around me.
_______
I parked my Aston Martin amongst Elroy's cars. I yawned, got out from the car and walked out of the garage.
My feet were shaking beneath me, reminding me that I had bruises from the amount of heels I wore today during and after the shoots.
Walking into the house, I greeted a few workers here and there as I made my way to our room, hoping to God that the Grinch of a man wasn't back yet.
Ever since we convinced Melissa that we were totally okay with each other and in love, we moved in together to make our point clear. We promised Melissa we would try to make our relationship work. Ever since she fell sick because of a fight Elroy and I had, we got an earful from the other siblings, telling us to get our shit together.
I was ready to reason with them but Elroy wasn't having it. It was almost like he hated me to the core. There were sometimes I would try to make things work for real but he would always say something to hurt me or make me want to scream and yell my heart out at him.
We were just going round an endless circle.
Pushing the door to our room, I walked in only to find Elroy standing in the balcony with a glass that contained wine in his hand, he didn't seem to notice me come In cause his back was to me.
Shutting the door gently, I took off my furry jacket and unbuckled my heels, placing my bare feet on the ground.
Oh that feels good.
I couldn't wait to get out of my tight dress so I decided to get the awaited argument done and over with.
My bare feet made no sound as I padded my way to the balcony, feeling the chill breeze hit my skin.
Why is it always so cold out here?
Elroy was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow.
Without thinking much of the consequence, I wrapped my arms around him from behind, feeling the cold chill breeze seep out of my body as warmth graced my skin.
His body stiffened immediately and just as fast, he turned and pushed me away from him, I almost lost my balance but I held on to a chair behind me to keep me from falling.
His eyes were filled with what I knew so well as irritation.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
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