Juliana Flores is a model gaining more fame as she goes along with her dream of modelling. Everyone seems like they go into a spell when she steps on stage, she loves the attention and the feeling of being on the catwalk. But her business man father...
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Juliana Flores
Oh, god. What's wrong with me?
Why is my brain so fried all of a sudden with everything around me?
Send help, I'm going to murder my father, and I'll enjoy as I do so. Ooo, I'll help!
I turn to face Mr. Sanchez, "No", I simply say.
"No?" He asks, confused at my response, clearly shocked as well, has no one ever told him 'no' before or something?
"Look, I don't want to go to your house, I've got places to be, people to meet", I state, I don't really have anywhere to be but I miss Isabel, sooo.
He looks at me for some time then grabs my wrist, hard, but not enough to bruise. I quickly turn into fight or flight mode and try to escape his grip, but I can't.
Jeez, why is this asshole so strong?
I try getting free form his grip once more, but it tightens more.
From the corner of my eye I see my father stand and leave his desk.
"Well, you two, can, uhm, start to get to, uh know each other, I'll just be out there, somewhere" he says fast and basically runs out of he room.
My attention switches back on Mr. Sanchez. But before I can do or say nothing I'm being dragged out of the room.
"Uhm, excuse me, dude, I can walk you know?" I sarcastically say.
He loosens his grip on my wrist and I, again, try to get free, but fail miserably.
"Come on let go, this is annoying, I'm not a child, I won't run off, or-" I cut myself off when he simply let's go of my wrist and continues walking. Uhm okay then?
I speed up, arriving at the elevator, almost bumping into his, back. His very nice, muscular, perf-. I stop myself. I told you he's hot. Oh, my gosh, stop youre getting to my head! But I am your head? Whatever, shh be quiet now.
Why is it so awkward in an elevator, ew?
The elevator doors finally open. Oh phew, about to die in there.
I pull out my phone as I'm walking, I go to text Isabel, waiting for the app to load, does this thing need updati-
I'm pulled out of my thoughts as I someone grabs my arm and pulls me to them.
