Chapter 72
The doors opened and I headed towards the lobby so I could make the hair appointment dosenton and then meet a stylist. I had been on a card that 1 handed to the stylist to pay for the clothes. Ara hadn’t exactly told me how much was on it, only that “price manert an Issue for Desire talent.”
I got to the lobby and instantly saw who it was walking through the entrance, making me balt and hide behind the nearest large plant,
Alessandro walked with what looked like bodygaards beside him as he made his way in where I was.
“Fuck,” 1 hissed under my breath as I moved from the plant and strightened myself up ne
nervously.
I kept my head down and moved, hoping he wouldn’t recognize me as he seemed too focused on looking at something on his phone.
“Mr. Nikolai“, he greeted once I got close, making me halt and look up
His stommy grey eyes focused on me. “Mr. Alessandre, I greeted him back, avoiding the strange looks others were giving me–especially his bodyguards.
He walked right past me, almost like yesterday hadn’t happened and he hadn’t just had sex with me. But I allowed it, because the looks on the people inside the building and their faces started to annoy me–it was obvious they were curious who the ‘new guy‘ was and why he was talking to the bo
If only they knew just what I was to Alessandro, I wondered what their faces would look like then.
I took one last look behind me and saw that Alessandro did the same. His intimidating, cold eyes met mine, which made me instantly turn back around and rush toward the door and exit the building.
Fresh air bright blue skies… but most of all, I was away from his intimidating, hand state that felt like he knew everything about me and what I was thinking and feeling. It felt suffocating, like 1 had just done something bad and was being questioned.
The pay was handsome, I couldn’t lie–what’d be the print? We’d already slept together.. if you’d call it that. So when even a gay like him looked at me the way he did, of course I was going to feel a certain way about it.
I didn’t care about any of that though, I wanted a professional relationship for the sake of my career, and once I wanted our relationship to be over, that was it. After all, I wasn’t interested in a relationship right now, I wanted to focus on my career, and pay Alessandro back. I wasn’t going to get carried away by some billionaire with a pretty face, nice body, and voice
My ass was hurting less, but occasionally, every time I walked, I still felt some pain. It helped that the bathroom had cream stocked for soreness–I didn’t know if that was a coincidence or just some sick joke by him, but I used it anyway.
There was no point in thinking too much about everything. Who knew what went on in the mind of a guy like Alessandro Steele? Trying to figure it out would’ve been a massive waste of the time and opportunity he handed to me.
I caught a cab and gave the driver directions to the hair salon, then sat back and closed my eyes, stop thinking about him and focus on the day
Today was going to be a long fucking day, but it was finally happening my new life was starting, and I was excited–so damn overwhelmed, but excited nonetheless.
I looked through the contract one more time, making sure I had signed in all the right places.
Alessandro sat in front of me, with his lawyer next to him, and a lawyer of my own sitting beside me–provided by Mr. Steele to oversee the signing
I pushed the papers back to him. “Done,” I said. “It all looks good.”
Both lawyers stood up and shook hands, as did Alessandro as he thanked them for coming I stood and smiled the best I could, despite the fact we’d just been sitting here for two hours looking over my contract with Desire.
I was so embarrassed sitting in the same room as the boss–who 1 had sex with just a few days ago it was hard to hold eye contact with anyone in the room. Especially Alessandro, who was starily calm and confident.
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Chapter 72
“Nice meeting you, Nikulal,” my lawyer said, shaking my hand before he left with Alessandro’s lawyer.
“You too,” I said back and watched both lawyers fear the mom.
I stood alone with Alessandiu now, and an awkward silence filled the ro
“You look good.” he said suddenly, surprising me as he came up to me and ran his fingers through my hair.
Jesus Christ, what was he doing?
1 stepped back, alarmed, as he grinned at me, amused.
“You’re going to break hearts in the industry,” he said, looking me over. “You scrubs up pretty well–you’re starting to look like an actor.”
“Thanks?” I said, not sure
not sure what else to say.
I felt my neck grow warm with how weird it felt getting complimented by a guy like him–and from his handsome face looking me over like a possession.
I looked at him, and he was, of course, dressed like a businessman… only this time, he wasn’t wearing a tir, and a few buttons on his shirt were open, showing his tan chest.
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