The sun was blazing like raging pellets in the sky despite the early spring. A large house nestled in an enormous garden with a vast stylish outdoor swimming pool. A man dived into the shallow, still water in the scorching sun, the bursting water sent into million ripples and wrinkles. His razzle face clean and clear in the water. He swam in ecstasy with the water, further advancing into deep waters pounding with his arms and striking against the water again and again, strong and powerful. The whole world went into oblivion, for he had himself.
He plunged over a stretch, kicked his legs, and turned around commencing with the next lapse of strokes, swimming steadily over the water. He was thrusting vigorously, violently with his arms against the cold water, clearly enticing and thrilling, and suddenly shifted his weight and rolled into a double somersault and started moving swiftly with a butterfly stroke. He was all alone in the waters, stroke after stroke, his body without any connection to the outside world.
After a long stretch, he jumped out of the pool, water droplets oozing and dripping over his naked torso, his sturdy physique glistened with the glazing sun. He strolled to the lounger and picked up his long ringing phone.
"Hello." His deep resonant voice heard as a rising storm.
"Schedule the meeting, I will be in an hour." He cut the call, wrapped a towel, and strolled into the house, his ripped muscles flexed with each footstep.
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The raven hair he groomed was trimmed to perfection, his hazel eyes which he inherited from his mother gleamed in delight. Handsome, in an understated way, his chiseled jaw and broad shoulders spoke of his years of athletic strength. No wonder he was model covered in the top magazines. He always carried himself with purpose and authority and the moment he walked out of the house, he could hear the loud voices from the distance.
"Look! it's Lisa!" A young girl screamed and pointed.
"OMG! It's really Lisa! He is more handsome in real compared to those magazines. No wonder he is named as the whole package." Another girl voiced out loudly.
"Holy Jesus! His sculpted body! He looks like a Greek God!"
"Despite he left the modeling industry, his stardom has not even reduced an inch!" Another whisper heard from the crowd.
Lalisa Manoban.
His name was enough to send the world over frenzy, a rare mystique surrounding his vibe, the world's renowned runaway model, entered the modeling industry at 14, created havoc in the fashion industry, skyrocketing to the world. With his sharp looks and dapper style, he refined masculinity. He graced the covers of all the world's exclusive brands and magazines, fame followed everywhere he went. Despite his early career in the modeling industry, he graduated from the famous business university INSEAD from France. After the successful completion, he launched a fashion brand LM at an early age of 21, and 7 years from then, it is widespread over the countries. His very name speaks to power and wealth.
He was fully aware of the stares he has been gathering from the crowd for years and it continued even after he left the modeling industry, indeed his fame spread even more after the launch of his own brand. Everywhere he went, he garnered attention. Despite his stardom, he was never arrogant when he was approached as a person. He warmly smiled at his fans and walked away to LM.
"OMG! He smiled at me." A young girl screamed in delight
"And his Hazel eyes are gorgeous."
"Why is he so sweet. I envy his future wife." A girl murmured
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LM
"I wonder what is the meeting about?"
"Did you inform the new fashion designer for the early meeting."
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The Devil's Sweetheart
Fiksi Penggemar"It's always been you and for the rest of my life, it will be you. Till my last breath, I will guard you with my life for eternity. I promise." A near-death experience made her fall into pits of despair. Her story should have ended by then, but did...
