Our warm bubble

Chapter 5

Ok so I just couldn't brush the thought of wanting to add more to this story.
It needs a bit more 💫spice💫
So here we go.

Kim's pov:

I frowned and pouted as I stared at my phone screen.

The chat between Vegas and I was opened on it.

I had sent him a text asking if he ate an hour ago but he hasn't replied.

He usually doesn't take this long to reply to my text.

And he didn't say he had work at this time.

He would have told me if he did.

"Why is our Wik sulking so much?" I looked up from my phone when I heard Rita, my Manager's voice.

I looked toward the door of the dressing room I was in, just in time to see her come in.

She had a knowing grin on her face as she came in and closed the door behind her.

Currently, shes the only one who knows about mine and Vegas's relationship.

I'm not exactly hiding it but I don't go around boasting about it either.

"Lover boy hasn't replied to your texts today?" She asked as she came up to me.

I sighed and shook my head. "It's been an hour. He doesn't usually take this long to reply."

"Maybe he just got caught up with some work?" She tilted her head.

I chewed on my bottom lip as I looked at my screen again.

He said he had a meeting earlier today.

Nothing happened right?

I dialled his number and brought it to my ear.

It kept ringing but went unanswered.

Worry brewed in my chest as it got cut off.

"Don't worry so much. I'm sure he's just busy." She patted my shoulder.

I was about to say that this is really unusual but stopped when there was a knock on the door and it opened.

The photographer for the shoot peeked in.

"We'll be starting in 10 minutes." He smiled.

We nodded.
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I couldn't stop thinking about what could have happened the whole time I got ready.

All the worst case scenarios kept replaying in my mind.
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I sighed softly and tried to focus on the shoot after going out onto the set.

The photographer was finishing up the lighting and camera.

I sat down on the stool kept in the middle on the set in front of the camera.
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We had just finished the last few pictures when I noticed a new person standing at the back behind everyone else on the other side of the room.

I couldn't help the wide smile that formed on my face when I saw him leaning back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching with a smile on his face.

I wasted no time in making a beeline straight for him, ignoring everyone else around me.

He chuckled when I latched onto him tightly the moment he was within reach.

He's ok.

Nothing happened.

I buried my face in his neck and breathed deeply as he wrapped his arms around me as well.