Competing For Hollywood's Superstar

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three

 

“Shut up and leave me alone! I don’t want to get dressed for a stupid dinner party, especially not with Alec’s parents! Not get the hell out of here!” yelled Jasmine into her pillow. It was less than two hours ago when she had came back from her lousy ski trip and even fewer when she had collapsed onto her bed. Being awaken from her beauty sleep was like waking up a bear up from its cave in the middle of winter.

Roger heaved a sigh, “If that’s your choice, then so it will be…” he said.

Jasmine smiled smugly as she listened to the receding steps of her wardrobe stylist. Just when she was starting to lull back to sleep, something cold and wet splashed onto her face. In an instant, she jolted up, nearly hitting Roger in the face.

“Hey! What did you do that for?” she demanded while angrily glaring at him.

Roger smiled sheepishly before tossing a ruby red strapless dress at her. “Well I figured that pouring water on your face would be the only way to wake you up… Now go and get dressed! You’re supposed to be down in the front foyer with the rest of the girls meeting Alec’s parents!”

Jasmine grabbed a pillow from her bed and chucked it at the wardrobe stylist who easily dodged it. “Ugh! That was meant to hit you!” she grumbled in dismay. “I hate you… you know that right?”

Roger chuckled in amusement, “Of course I know that, I was fully aware that people are going to get pissed off at me when I signed up for this show. This all natural process,” he replied with a wink.

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“Are you sure my dress is supposed to be this short?” asked Jasmine uncomfortably as she tried to pull the ends of her grown down past her thighs. “I swear this isn’t normal…”

Roger rolled his eyes, “Yes, that’s the way your dress is designed. Now get going now, you’re already late as it is.”

Jasmine took one glance at her heels and then at the staircase before shaking her head vigorously, “Do you want me to die? It’s bad enough that I can’t walk in heels without tripping over myself on a smooth surface, but this? No, I think it will be best if I stay where I am.”

“Don’t be childish, just go for goodness sakes!”

 Jasmine opened her mouth to speak, but another voice immediately cut her off.

“If you are done whining, I would be happy to escort you down the stairs… and safely as well.”

Without hesitation, Jasmine whipped her head around towards the direction of the voice, one that sounded all too familiar. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion as she watched Alec appear from the bottom of the staircase wearing a tuxedo that even she had to admit looked handsome on him. Still, the thought of him made her scowl with intense dislike, “I don’t trust you to bring me down safely at all, and for good reasons...”

Alec smirked, “Well that’s too bad because everyone’s waiting for you and I’m not taking no for an answer. Now if you would excuse us Roger, I have to bring her down stairs to meet my parents,” he said before grabbing her arm roughly and dragging her towards the stairs.

“Let go of me, you dickhead!” shrieked Jasmine as she tried to pry his hands off her arm.

Alec merely ignored her feeble attempts to free herself and swiftly grabbed the speaker chip that was attached to the top of her dressed. With a flick of his hand, he threw it down the stairwell before speaking. “Shut up! I need you to tell me why your father is here and what kind of deal he’s trying to make with my parents!” he said harshly.