Chapter 07

"If Mr Obsen gets angry because my photos aren't that good, then the first person to blame for all this is you, Mr Gilbert." Her annoyance was combined with the sharp glances she threw at the door of the room, which had been closed tightly.

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The famous supermodel, Flower Carnabel, was in doubt. On the one hand, she must immediately prepare to go to the shooting location. However, the billionaire was still sleeping on her bed.

She seemed to be stomping her fingers on her chin.

"How about this?" She glanced at the owner of the muscular body, who was still fast asleep.

"If I take a shower, what if Mr Gilbert suddenly wakes up and breaks open the bathroom door?"

She also seemed to shake her head, imagining this terrible thing.

"Oh, no-no-no. I would never let such a terrible thing destroy my future, especially my dream career."

'But, if I don't get ready soon, how do I get to the shooting location?' She continued in her heart.

Her hazel eyes squirmed in disgust at the muscular body that was still fast asleep.

"Huh, what a bother!" Upset.

She rolled her eyes over and over again, trying to find a way out of the problem that was pressing her at this time.

Not wanting to be late-onset and get into trouble with the crazy CEO, Obsen Blossom, she then decided to take a bath in Karyl's apartment.

"Oh, good. I'm a champion at problem-solving. Let's go, Flow."

Her steps were getting more comprehensive, combined with a smile full of victory. Still, that smile disappeared along with the footsteps.

"Then, what if Mr Gilbert wakes up and doesn't find me in this apartment? He must feel like he's been held captive and... chaos ensues. Oh no!"

Actually, she could have asked the security officers for help. However, she didn't allow anyone to enter her room. As a public figure known to the broader community, Flower Carnabel must maintain such an attitude.

"Arrgghh," she screamed in frustration.

"Why are you giving me so much trouble, Mr Gilbert?"

She never thought that meeting with the billionaire would trap her in a complicated problem.

"Why don't you wake up too, huh?" She shouted as she kicked the door really hard.

At the same time, she returned with a fierce glare. "If I wait for you to wake up, I'll be late, and I'm the worst at dealing with that thing, Olsen. But if I go now..."

"Arrgghh," she banged her elbow on the door.

"Ouch, it hurts..." She groaned as she rubbed her sore elbow.

Finally, she decided to approach the side of the bed. She wanted to drag the owner of that handsome face and then throw him out. Unfortunately, her desires never matched reality when what she wanted was the opposite of what she was doing.

With great tenderness, she woke up the billionaire.

"Wake up, sir! It's getting late. Do you want to sleep all day, huh? Come on, wake up!" She gently rubbed the strong arm.

Unfortunately, Darren was not bothered at all. The billionaire really looked comfortable in his sleep.

"Huh, he is indeed handsome, but troublesome." She growled with chest heaving up and down, holding back her emotions.

She hasn't subsided yet from the emotions that bind her at this time, but her phone was ringing with a message from Karyl.

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Alexa came from Miami this morning.

Don't be late! Don't give your rivals an opening! Don't let her take your position as an icon of Blossom Magazine.

I'm waiting at the shooting location.

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Those were the messages Karyl had sent. Information about Alexa's return to London had plunged Flower into a sea of ​​rage.

She stared at the handsome face with a disgusted look and violently jerked his burly arms. "Wake up!" She snapped. Even so, it did not disturb the man from his deep sleep.

Exhalation of tired breath seemed to accompany the roar of Flower's breath. Furious? Of course! In fact, she felt like splashing the muscular body with cold water.

Now, the patience that Flower was trying to hide all this time has run out. Finally, she violently dragged the muscular body. It made the owner open his eyes immediately.

"Presumptuous! How dare you disturb my sleep!" His snarls combined with a blazing glare.

Not liking to be shouted at, especially by a foreign man, has made her hazel eyes sharpen.

"Never raise your voice in my apartment, foreign master!" Flower snapped in a voice no less high.

"What do you call me? Foreign master? Hey! This is my room! How dare you enter my room without permission. Get out!" Darren snapped once more until the sound of his yelling was deafening.

"You're insane! If it's true that this is your room, then, look around you. Look!"

Darren was no longer responding to Flower's chatter. Suddenly, his head was throbbing violently. Unable to bear it, he laid back down on the bed while holding his head which felt like it had been beaten by thousands of hammers.

"Oh my God, why does my head hurt so much?"

"You ask why, huh? Your head hurts because you were drunk last night. Don't be spoiled! Get out of my apartment immediately!"

"Miss, I don't know you well but why are you scolding me? Give me some medicine, please." Darren pleaded, and this was the first time Darren Ewald Gilbert had asked a stranger for help.

"You bastard-troublesome billionaire!" Flower was furious.

Even though she was furious, she could still keep her feminine instincts. At the same time, she also contacted Jason as her personal doctor, none other than her ex-fiancé, who had been taken by her own sister, Rose Gardenia.

"Be patient. The doctor will be here soon."

Meanwhile, Darren didn't seem to respond. The man looked in pain, so he repeatedly whimpered. Honestly, being treated to this has made Flower ambushed with a sense of uneasiness.

She looked closer to the side of the bed. Slowly but surely, she took Darren's head in her lap and started to give him massages.

Flower had absolutely no idea whether this would relieve the pain or not. What was clear was that this was all Flower Carnabel could do.

Not long after that, Darren no longer moaned and that had forced Flower to look down at him so that she was spoiled by a handsome face that also showered her with longing glances.

Darren' strong hands reached out to hug Flower's nape. Unexpectedly, he immediately jerked her face to kiss her.

Shocked? Of course! She was shocked until her hazel eyes bulged instantly.

Flower rebelled, but her body's response wanted something different. The charm of the billionaire and the touch of his sturdy lips that feel intoxicating have made Flower throw her honour and pride into the abyss of disgrace.

"This is what I miss every second of, Miss Earl." Said Darren between kisses.

Flower's hazel eyes widened instantly. At the same time, she immediately pushed Darren's broad chest.

"Earl, who? How can you kiss me and imagine another woman! What a perverted man! An ignorant man! A despicable man!"

The verbal abuse that had just disturbed Darren's ears had brought his consciousness back.

"Who are you?"

At the same time, he immediately pushed her slender body to the ground.

"Ouch ..." Moans of pain accompanied the movement of Flower's luscious lips.

Flower was furious because she didn't like to be treated so rudely by a foreign man, especially in her own apartment. Her chest heaved up and down with anger. Her eyes turned bright, her face tightened, and her lips formed a straight line.

"This is my apartment, foreign master. How dare you be rude to me. Get out!" She shouted until the sound of her screams was deafening.

At the same time, the apartment bell rang, which Flower believed was Jason.

Without peeking through the intercom first, she opened it roughly. Instantly, her hazel eyes bulged perfectly.

"Who are you?"

"Mr Gilbert, are you in?"

"Don't answer a question with another question!"

'You are stupid!' She cursed in her heart.

"I have nothing to do with you. I came here to pick Mr Gilbert up."

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