Acted to Love

Part 41 Lavander

His POV

She was on that lavander long gown. Sleeveless. Super high slits. Deep V neck with peek a boo lace to slightly cover her valley

He went on the hotel where she checked in earlier and almost had a heart attack when he saw Patty on that dress. Those so called "style entourage" pulled her head, pushed her face with those brushes on different sizes, rearranging her brows and to his annoyance run their hands on her exposed skin for body oils. Gab wonder how can she manage to smile and thank everyone when everyone seems torturing her

Gab threw a lot of glare to her style team to intimidate them into changing the dress as his last resort but it was already planned two months ahead so he had no choice.

The gown was from a Dubai based designer. Miles away to let him know their design apparently

"Can you please stop posing like that," he simply said through his smile. Patty has been putting her million dollar right leg in front of her to show that slit!

"I need to do this, it's sponsored dress," she reasoned while flashing her good set of teeth and holding his arms as part of her accesories. She also posed with her other free arms bended to show off her toned shoulder.

He really wanted to kill her designer

Patty's hair was raised into something they called up do so all the people showed everything clearly. From her slender neck to that clear smooth skin showed at her back. Her small wing tattoo was very pronounced.

He really wanted to kill her stylist

"Can we get out of this red carpet? I'm tired of smiling," he said lowly again.

"Stop sulking. We need to wait for the signal of our usherette. Don't dare to glare at the usherette she's just doing her job," Patty requested. She knew what will he do next

"Patricia, you're so stunning. Can you turn for me?" the anchor requested to her sweetly and she did it with wide smile that her eyes slits. He saw how the guy looked down on her bum when she turned. He just settled into clenched fist, it's not good to do whatever he wanted to do to that anchor.

Patty said a lot of thank yous to her damn stylist, make up artist and that shitty gown designer who made her exposed too much skin for that night

"I can see you armed with a very important jewelry," the girl anchor commented. He flexed his jaws, they seemed speaking about him. Those screaming of the onlookers keeps on destroying his hearing.

"Oh this is beautiful," the guy complimented as he looked on Patty's left hand and held in. Jesus, that engagement ring he commanded for her to buy. He didn't even remember how it looks like. The guy kissed her hand and winked at her. A subtle way of perversion.

"So when's the wedding bells?" the guy asked again but this time looking at him. Oh, the guy remembered he's there

"We are still in the process of planning about it," he simply replied and Patty simply elbowed him for his nonchalance reaction

"Oh, don't make it long there's a lot of guys waiting for Patty to be available in the market," the guy wriggled his brows towards Patty and flashed his white teeth.

"Are you a Patricia James' fan, Gab?" Another anchor, woman this time asked, shoving to his face that brown pompom looking mic.

He shrugged, "If having one of those calendars she made years ago is being a fan…."

The woman gasped, "You got those pictures?"

Gab sidelooked at the lavander clad woman beside him who's sporting an obvious surprised face before smirking on the anchor. "Yes, the one with…."

He cleared his troath, "…..bare back holding a bottle of my favorite wine"

"Stop it. Let us through now," Patty joked and they went inside the theater where awards night commenced then to be awarde