Million Dollar Model

Chapter 15 - Chocolate Marble Cake

Why is the story restricted?? DDDD': Which words are that sensitive? :( Can someone help?

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The lower pain shooting through Eren's lower back and bottom... Was unbearable.

There were many things that pissed him off at the current moment. And many things he can nitpick at to complain about.

First would be the fact the building was fucking cold. Whoever put the air conditioning on cool instead of putting on the heater like a human being is a clear fucking idiot.

It's almost December. How hard is it to switch in the heater inside the Garrison building? Oh, wait, that'd make too much damn sense. But it gave him a reason to wear his mother's scarf -which thankfully was a dark blur color- and keep his jacket zipped up to hide the sexual blemishes harboring around his neck and upper body.

Speaking of "blemishes" from yesterday's activities, the pain that circulated in his lower half. Especially in his... Now sensitive ass... He wished he could go back in time and stop the whole thing from happening because now he understood why Levi said "You might regret it."

Thrid, he couldn't sleep at all last night. He must have drowned half the bottle of painkillers last night but the pain still shot through his back when he moved. He couldn't fall asleep because of it and ended up staring around in darkness uncomfortably until his brain finally shut down and he fell asleep. But he ended up falling asleep late and fifteen minuets late for this stupid meeting.

And lastly, the fact everybody kept rambling on in the meeting. Oh and speaking of a meeting, who the hell holds it the day after a holiday? They couldn't get one day off and do this stupid thing tomorrow? Marco didn't have to work today. Neither did Armin and he works at the local library.

But I guess all that filled Levi's, Erwin's and the Garrison's schedule was work, work, and more work.

Eren's eyes glanced around sleepily, trying to pick on the conversation being thrown around the table.

"Celeb Feast is in three weeks."

"We're well aware of that Pixis." Levi said, trying not to sound rude but failing miserably.

"You two will only have three weeks to learn a number. You may have to learn two dances for Promos and the main night. Meaning tomorrow, eight o clock sharp I except to see you two at the dance center in Sina."

"Don't you think I have other things planned?" Levi asked.

"Don't think I forgot about that photo. Levi, I thought you'd be a little more mature about things." Pixis said, pinching the bridge of his nose with a soft smile.

"I think what we should be saying is, we never thought you two would actually kiss." Erwin cut in, a joking smirk weaved on his lips as he looked up from the job description he was reading from Garrison.

"It was a bullshit kiss. Just like you said, we have to keep the flames burning or else they'll die out. Along with the Garrison and Recon Agency."

"Yes, but the Garrison has other celebrities out there. Remember that, Levi." Pixis warned.

"Yes, but remember the contract we signed, agreeing to collaborate with Garrison? Eren and I lose fans, both Agencies lose profit and recognition."

"Someone's irritable," Rico mumbled with a roll of her eyes.

"I'm telling the truth. If you can't stand me, please get the fuck out. I have no intentions on filtering my mouth and actions." Levi responded bitterly.

"Well, just remember one thing. You can do things without acting like a rebellious teen. That was immature and uncalled for." Erwin said.

"I couldn't give a damn. It's already been done. Move on and let's hurry this thing along so we can get the job done. I'm not looking to spend my entire day here." Levi looked at the untouched manilla folder placed in front of him and opened it.