A million miles - is what it all takes.
She would do it to earn some little money; he would do it to chase his dreams to be on stage. She does it for her family; and, he does it to win her heart.
But is the boy who is literally every girls' dream wi...
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Christopher sat on the sofa, his eyes fixated on the screen of his phone as he sipped at a cup of coffee. After he had set a deal with Yasmine that morning, the notifications immediately stopped flooding his inbox.
It took just mere seconds for her reply which included the terms of the agreement and a location. Simply say, the lounge in Sony HQ wasn't exactly where he had expected her to come by herself.
However, he wasn't exactly sure how she would infiltrate the building with all the guards outside and the infinite amount of security cameras fixed in every corner. The last time she did it, she had someone else do the job for her.
He heard heels click against the floor and his head shot up as the door slammed close. A tall lady in raybands stood poised in the middle of the room, an annoyed look on her face as she unclipped the tag on her expensive coat.
"Did you know how much trouble I have to go through to get this?" she fussed, shoving the identification card into her purse. He stood up, feeling needles prickling his skin as she winked at him.
"Who did you seduce now to get that?" he snapped.
"Rude," she snorted. "Couldn't stand me bothering your life any longer, huh? No worries, darling, I would be catching my flight to the Bahamas. You won't need to see me anymore."
"It is all in there," Christopher said, shoving the briefcase in her hand.
A wicked grin spread on Yasmine's face. She tilted her head down, looking at him from above the rim of her raybands.
"Why do you think you're an easy target, Christopher Velez?" she laughed. "If you must know, I never do the same things twice. I never choose the same target because of the risk. But you're different. You're a chance. And that is why I personally came to collect my reward this time."
"Just leave already," Christopher scowled, shoving his shaking hands into the pocket of his jeans. He knew he had to keep acting if he wanted to fool her but his energy level was diminishing very quickly. He hoped that the security guards were already waiting for her at the elevator doors downstairs. "You have your money."
Yasmine rolled her eyes, circling him like a hungry predator that was ready to pounce.
"Well, aren't you honored? I also came here to return you this." She threw something at him and he caught it in his shaking fist.
It was the bracalet Anaeya had given to him.
The same one that the teenage girl took last night.
Yasmine removed her coat and raybands, only wearing a semi transparent pink lingerie beneath. She approached him, dragging a glimmering manicured nail down his shirt to the waistband of his pants.
