Temptations

5

No church in the wild
The show

I walked besides Macey. She wore this beautiful red dress that definitely complimented her dark hair.

It was instantly packed but luckily we found a couple of old men to swap tickets with to be in the front row.

It didn't take much for this deal, just a bit of charming and biting lips to do the trick. It's so easy to manipulate men.

Everyone began to hush down when Sante began walking to the end of the catwalk with a microphone, many girls faintly in the crowd fan girling.

"Welcome to the 2024 auditions/show. As many may know I'm looking for a persists, taletened, and strong woman to work with me on my upcoming show. Many of you in the crowd definitely have potential." Sante announced, his thick accent making it slightly hard to understand. His eyes roamed the crowd before his eyes met mine, "as again, welcome. Sit back and enjoy." He ended his speech while staring at me with an emotionless expression.

I gave a clap as I stared back at him, not wanting to break the contact. He turned his cheek to me and walked off.

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All the women walking were beautiful however some weren't tall enough. Some were 5'5 and many modeling agencies usually look for tall girls.

I only know this because I wanted to be a model but plans changed.

I used to have a ed because I would want to be as skinny as those famous models, it just overall wasn't worth my mental/physical health.

Now I'm fully recovered, I may be tall but I am thick but it certain areas like my ass.

At the end of the show omg.

Sante and Haynes came out and many woman began throwing their bras and other garments on the stage.

They both looked unfazed but me, I completely had second hand embarrassment from how desperate some of these girls were.

Don't get me wrong they are extremely handsome but throwing panties and bras?! Get a grip!

This isn't the next Drake...

We waited until the end of the show hoping we'll see Sante or even Haynes instead of on the stage.

I've noticed at the end of the show, Sante and Haynes were surrounded by the models who walked; Sante eyes were on me.

His gaze was even intense.

His low green eyes.

"Hey, I'm gonna go back to the hotel, I'm getting tired and my feet are killing me. Are you sure you're gonna be okay by yourself?" She asked sleepy and I gave a tight lipped smile as I nodded my head.

"Give me a call if anything happens." She informed before walking over towards a cab flagging her hand as I stayed outside the building where the runway was held.

The cold breeze constantly shifting my curls as I observed how truly beautiful Dubai was. "Stalkin' me?" A deep voice rasped out with an extreme thick accent.

I turned on my heels to see Sante facing me with a stern face as guards stood behind them clutching their hands on their waist to inform me they are armed.

I guess my eyes told Sante everything to the point he informed them to back off. Once they backed off I felt like I could finally breathe.

"Do you speak?" He asked, his face still stern. I nodded my head, "Sorry, I do speak I'm quite, uhm-"

"So tell me, every time I look up you're there." He said but I couldn't understand him to the point I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I can't quite understand you. Your accent is thick." I pointed out and that seemed to tip him off the edge.

"Then this conversation wasn't meant to be." He said and I shook my head no. Before I could utter a word he brushed off his long trench coat before walking away lowering his head.

I went to rush after him but the security guards quickly stepped infront of me with glaring looks, "Licenziare." Sante shouted and whatever he said made them back off.
(Lay off)

"Sante." I called out and he continued to walk, "Sante!" I shouted again this time he stopped and turned on his heels clearly annoyed.

"All I'm asking is for a conversation-"

"I don't care. I'm not looking for a relationship-"

"Your way over your head you know that Morelli? Who said anything about relationship?" I found myself smart mouthing.

He rushed back over to me, now he's standing in-front of me, looking down at me with no emotion. His jaw is completely closed tight though.

"I'm over my head?" He spat and I gave a nod standing my ground, "all I'm asking is for a decent simple conversation and you got relationship from that?" I added and he moved around his jaw.

He broke the eye contact before poking his tongue on the side of his cheek, "You want a conversation, be my guest." He informed me and I titled my head.

"Here?"

"A conversation is a conversation. You have 2 minutes so go." He spat and I was taken back by his rudeness.

"Why are you so rude-"

"Wrap it up." He grumbled before walking away and I furrowed my eyebrows, "You have the worst ego I've ever seen Mr. Morelli!" I shouted and he ignored me; getting in his Black Mercedes.

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