All Of You

Chapter 4

TIIM LABING tumitig si Eleina sa pinto ng studio ni Ivan.

Tapos na siyang maligo at nakaupo na sa may sala. She still felt like crap, but the hot shower helped ease her muscle pains. She had on her usual plain white shirt, black jeans and combat boots. Itinali rin niya ang buhok kahit basa pa iyon.

Her brain worked overtime as she stared at the door.

Kailangan niyang makaisip ng paraan para maiwan iyon ng binata. It was an anvil around his neck. Kagaya ng kasabihan ng mga tao sa mundong ito, one couldn't serve two masters. Ganoon din sa Isoff. Lalo na sa Isoff. Isoff was all about specialization and reaching your highest potential. One couldn't do that when one's attention was divided. Once Ivan became an Isoff soldier, there wouldn't be room for much else.

Tumunog ang Ultra watch niya at sinipat niya iyon. Her watch also served as a phone, and now it projected a notification for Ivan's Instagram account. She searched him online when she landed on Earth about five days ago. May dalawa itong IG account. Isa para sa public persona nito bilang modelo, at ang isa ay para sa mga paintings nito.

The notification was from his IAS Art account.

Larawan iyon ng painting na binalot nito kanina. Ginagamit nito ang account na iyon para i-promote at ibenta ang mga paintings nito kaya puros mga paintings lang ang naka-post doon. She was sure only a few people knew the account belonged to Ivan.

Tumunog ulit sa isa pang notification ang kanyang relos. Para iyon sa Ivan Sevilla account nito.

Her lips curved when she saw the post.

It was the standard after shower post people on Earth loved to parade on social media.

Ivan stood in front of a mirror partly fogged up by condensation. Only a white towel was wrapped low around his lean angular hips. Drops of water sluiced down the steely planes of his muscular chest, sliding over the sharp ridges of his abdomen. The v line running from his hip bones down to his pelvis was chiseled to perfection. His brawny arms were corded, the veins along the muscles pronounced. His face was just as breathtaking. Strong jawline and nose, high cheekbones, hooded eyes, plump lips and golden tan skin. Earthlings called his face and body type the standard fuckboy. She reckoned it was both disparaging and complimentary.

She swiped to see the next picture on the post. It was him chugging a power drink. It was a sponsored post, and the practically nude after-shower pic was clickbait.

The next was a clip of Ivan doing pull ups inside his room. Like the post-shower picture, he was shirtless in the video, too. He only wore a black trackpants that hung low around his hips, showcasing his chiseled v line.

Her eyes ran over his powerful frame as he pulled himself up the bar. The veins running along his arms stood out, the ropy muscles of his biceps and triceps bulging. The hard slabs of his chest bunched with the effort as his abdominal muscles clenched.

A woman's voice sang in the background.

He's so tall and handsome as hell.

He's so bad but he does it so well...

He had a lot of posts like that. Not quite nude pics but close. Just skating along the boundary of R18 censorship.

She understood why.

The borderline R18 posts had about ten times more likes and comments than his other posts. His face alone could launch tons of likes and comments, but showing off his eight pack abs was just a different beast. What was the saying? Sex sells. And Ivan Arkain Sevilla was a walking advertisement for sex and testosterone.