opposites attract , élisa de almeida

chapter two.

belle immediately challenged elisa: "is this your dog? if so, how dare you yank this poor creature's chain! just wait until he finishes his yogurt."

elisa just looked at the vet with a 'really?' expression, sighing as she dismissed her and carried on pulling on the leash.

"heartless woman," belle spat out.

the footballer crossed her arms, "this dog is the spokesdog for my new ad campaign, therefore i have authority to take him. every minute he's not in the studio, the more revenue i lose."

belle wrenched the leash out of her hands as understanding dawns. the older's a mean heartless human who put this defenseless animal under hot lights and forces him to perform.

the vet hesitated as she looked around and quickly grabbed the leash, "then... then if that's the case, i'll deliver the dog to the studio myself."

elisa looked at her in disbelief.

the staring contest is broken when henrique shows up. the manager immediately pats the dog, who is panting in content to go with the happier man. elisa smirked down at the shorter before she turned on her heel, and the two leave, whilst belle stares at their backs.

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even though she was out of sight, belle stuck in elisa's mind throughout the whole photoshoot. reminiscing about her admonishment, she ordered icepacks for the non-human model, much to leo's relief.

henrique thinks it's the sweetest thing that his boss is so caring, but to the footballer, it's purely money-driven. "no no don't come closer i don't want your fur on me," elisa warns when leo ambles over to say thanks.

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belle groaned after she entered her apartment once again, putting her tote bag down as she quickly went up to shiro, pouring her some salmon. the woman kneeled down to shiro's height. as the cat nibbles, she talks about her day: "i went out but there's not a real place for me anywhere, i feel misplaced," belle sadly mused.

the vet's knocked out of her reverie by a customer call - time to treat the cattle! every job takes her one step closer to financial freedom. and steak of course.

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it's dark by the time elisa's done with work, and to keep a low profile, she kept her head down - making sure her cap covered her face as she walked to her car.

even the car park seems eerie, but she just strolls over to her vehicle. just before she gets there, there's a tap on her shoulder, causing her to turn around. next thing you know, a cloth is suddenly over her face as she is grabbed from behind - a kidnapping? really? well, maybe it's expected when it's someone popular in a rural area but, come on?

when she comes to her senses, she's trussed up in a deserted warehouse while her kidnappers are nearby playing candy crush. seriously?

she immediately starts twisting the knots securing her wrists together. wait, are the ends even tied? perhaps these gangsters should be fired, such a bad attempt at scaring someone.

however, when the footballer heard someone coming, she quickly put her head back and held her breath; this was to pretend she was still asleep.

"why's she not moving?" the kidnapper asked as he moved closer: "and why's her skin so smooth?"

elisa surprises him with a headbutt and starts fighting, spending precious seconds untying her ceet in between holding off the three thugs. once his legs are free, oh these gangsters are for sure done! she's pretty much cleaning the floor with these idiots, that was until one of them stabs her in the abdomen. ugh, that's gonna leave a mark, despite the pain and blood though, she managed to knock the thug back and escape.

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heavy rain poured down, so vicious it could eat you alive. after a few minutes of staggering on the pavement, elisa finally collapsed against a building. this is belle finds her. she realizes the other's injured, but elisa manages to muster up enough strength to ask: "don't call 112, okay?" a few seconds after, the girl falls unconscious on the vet's shoulder.

"oh god," belle panicked. she ended up piggybacking elisa to her practice where she sets up a mini-operating room in the middle of her lobby. the athlete's groggy from the pain but manages to focus on her words. she advises her of her doctoring and therefore, secures the older's permission for treatment.

after entering professional mode, she quickly put her gloves on and proceeded to expose the wounded area. however, her professional mode is hastily swept away by a tsunami of lust as she views the lush, damp abs before her.

she quickly shook her head and almost immediately started to work on the wound again, wondering if she's a gangster involved in some turf war. since belle only has animal tranquilizers, she stuffs a sponge in her mouth and starts stitching.

after she's done, the vet laid a soft, thick blanket on the ground of her lobby and a comfortable pillow, carefully transporting elisa onto it before she put another blanket on top of her.

as she was about to get up off her knees and leave to clean up, elisa grabs her hand. the younger looks down in surprise, and her face softens as she stares at the lagger's face. elisa's tiredness overcomes her and she collapses next to him, their hands still intertwined as the footballer rubbed her thumb against her hand.