Bound to the Alpha

CHAPTER FIVE

Zackary's POV

"Good work, everyone!" shouted the Creative Director to all the staff.

The people on the set applauded. Finally, the last shoot for Time magazine was done. Some staff congratulated me on the successful project.

I just nodded in response. When I entered the dressing room, I exhaustedly collapsed onto the couch.

I closed my eyes and massaged my temples.

I'm so tired, especially since my photoshoots and guest appearances have been non-stop. My schedule is so hectic that I barely have any time for myself.

If not for that reason, I would have already left this profession. If having this career is my way of escaping reality, then I will probably risk my health.

I lost track of the weeks. Days have passed, yet I still have no information about him. I informed montreal that we would meet after I finished my shoot for Time Magazine.

No matter what happens, I need to find him.
I feel like he took something from me and just ran away without a word, which irritates me even more.

I sighed and turned to the door as it opened.

Russel handed me a bottle of water. "Here. Have some water first."

I took it and drank. I turned to him as he spoke.

"Mr. Ramirez contacted me. He requests to discuss the upcoming project over dinner." He told me.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. That old man again? Who does he think he's trying to fool?

I know very well that he just wants to use the project as an excuse to set me up with his daughter.

"Tell them I'm backing out of the plan." I stood up and headed to the closet to change clothes.

His eyes widened and he immediately sprang up. "What? Are you crazy?!"

I didn't answer him. When I saw a hoodie in the closet, I put it on.

"Are you kidding me? You've already signed the contract, you can't back out now!" He frowned.

I looked at him disinterestedly. "Yes I can. Come up with an excuse, lie if you needed just to turned them down." I said casually and grabbed my phone.

"No!" he objected, holding his head. "It doesn't work like that."

I ignored his scolding and busied myself with my phone.

"If you don't like the idea of me backing out," I smirked at him. "Why don't you just take my place? After all, you're my manager."

He glared at me. "Are you out of your mind? You need to take this seriously! think about your career." he complained.

"Just do it then," I said nonchalantly. "I need to go." I patted his shoulder before walking away.

With my hands in my pockets, I headed to the parking lot. Once I got on my Ducati, I immediately put on my helmet and head away.

I drove fast towards my villa, which was quite far from the city. When I arrived at my private villa, I immediately went upstairs.

I stopped in my tracks when my phone vibrated. I laughed when I saw that the message was from Russel. He texted me just to say, 'Fuck you.'

He'll never change. He was still sharp-tongued.

I've known him for a long time. We often argue over simple things, maybe that's the reason why we were close. I like how he doesn't treat me any differently.