Can Yaman is a famous celebrity in Turkey. Selena has been fangirling over him for almost a year now. Little did she know that he was going to be the face of Decathlon Sports. A company she is working in. What happens when she meets the man in perso...
It had just been a casual day, a day full of work, a day of disappointment and then again back to work.
Selena was just arranging the accessories, when she heard someone walk in. It must be the model. Funny how clueless she was as to who he is.
Keeping her thoughts aside, she looked up to welcome the model in, when she froze.
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She felt her heart stop. Was this some joke? Was it?
Why was Can Yaman standing at the doorway? What the hell?
Selena's hands started shivering and her heartbeat quickened. It was Can Yaman, of whom she had been dreaming about since she knew about him. She had been such a diehard fan that she had researched every sliver of information she could find about him.
She couldnt believe that he was standing infront of her.
Selena was so lost in the revelation that Can was the model, that she had forgotten that he was waiting for her to say something and she was just standing there with her mouth agape.
"I uhh hi, I am Selena." How lame.
"Hi." He says smiling briefly. "We should start you know, it's already late. " he says entering the room and going towards the clothing rack.
I try walking towards the rack to show him his clothes but thanks to my luck, I trip over the carpet and fall on the ground.
Correction: Almost fall on the ground.
Because huge muscular hands, a pair of hands that I would never have imagined would hold me, had catched me before I fell.
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I didn't know what shocked me more, falling or being caught by Can. I bet he could feel my heart thumping so hard. Afterall our bodies were touching and I was quite sure I was about to faint.
Suddenly my phone started ringing and I recovered and stood up straight. Can just casually went to the clothing rack and looking at the clothes, meanwhile I spoke to Mr. Sutherland.
Apparently our shoot was to start at 2. We still has 40 minutes. Good.
I disconnected and looked over to see that Can had already gone into the changing room.
Can came back in five minutes and sat in front of the dressing table.
"Please can you fix me up?" He asked.
What was I to do his makeup now?
"You don't have a stylist?" I asked.
"I couldn't find one. Do whatever you can. It's anyways a workout shoot. I don't have to look that put together. "
He says scrolling through his phone.
"Ok. What do you want me to do?" I ask. Apparently he was making me his stylist.
"Hair. Humidity is making it difficult."
I breathed a deep breath and decided what to do. I could fix it. I was no stylist but when in my life would I ever get to style Can Yaman.
After about what seemed like eternity, I was able to make his hair look as I wanted it to look. The humidity really made it frizzy. Appears stars also faced similar problems like us.
After doing his face, which had been a tumultuous affair as he kept staring at me, because he had nowhere else to stare. It was as if he was assessing me or something.
I was sure I wasn't up to the standards of makeup artists he was used to. But it wasn't my fault. He didn't bring his own hair and makeup person.
As soon as I was done, there was a knock on the door and Mr. Öztürk entered.
"Can bey, they are ready for you." He said and then he noticed me and smiled.
"Ms. Gomez lovely to see you. "
I could see he still was making fun of me for my behaviour in the hotel that night.
So I smiled back at him and said,
"Mr. Öztürk. " and left.
Before he could say something embarrassing before his Can bey.
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Can had not expected the assistant to be this beautiful. Can had been among many beautiful woman but none had been as simplistically and naturally beautiful. No doubt Omar was intrigued by her. Her eyes were a rich deep brown and really beautiful. And those lips, this woman had fucking beautiful lips.
Calm down Can, don't get carried away. She was a stylist and you are here to work.
Can tried to distract himself with his phone but it was really difficult not looking at her when she was this close. Her perfume just filled the air around them and it was intoxicating.
However when she did his makeup, he had the perfect excuse to look at her without looking like a creep.
What was happening to him? Could a girl capture his attention so much that all he wanted was to look at her.
Can was impressed. His hair was looking great and he hadn't expected much from a normal girl, who didn't have any formal experience in styling.
The makeup was also good enough for a workout shoot. Can was relieved that she was efficient.
But when Omar entered, my heart sank. I had forgotten that maybe Omar was not only intrigued by Selena but may also like her.
Seeing Selena, Omar smiled broadly. What the fuck? I didn't know he could smile.
Selena however smiled tightly and left. So she wasn't into him? And as petty or heartless it may sound, my spirits rose instantly.
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Hello readers,
Thank you for reading this chapter and hope you liked it. I tried doing some edits and I hope it helps convey my ideology. I am a newbie to photoshop and am trying to learn. Hope it's not horrible. Don't forget to vote by clicking on the (☆) icon and please share your thoughts and opinions below.
