~ What If We could Rewrite the Stars ✨

Chapter 11

It's been already a week since I started working for Dylan. In the mean time, I have learned how to be less awkward around him. I have also mastered the art of concealing my fanboy heart perfectly. I guess long hours of exposure to his proximity has rendered me some immunity against his deadly charm.

Ding dong..

Ah! Lucas was here. Since the day we became friends, he has been dropping me off to Dylan's house every morning. I didn't protest much, because public transports were always crowded. And I avoided crowd like a plague.

I was wearing my favourite Pikachu sweatshirt and blue jeans today. I often wonder how could Pikachu be this cute!! I wish I had a pet Pokémon.

"Good morning, Mr. Thomas!" This man might be my most favourite person in this house other than Dylan. He was such a happy-go-lucky guy, totally enveloped by positivity. Like, if you were feeling really low just go to him. He will suck darkness out of your soul leaving you fresh and happy!

He also saves me from lots of misfortune. He always packs brunch, lunch, evening snacks, protein shakes for Dylan - so I don't have to run around before his eating schedule to get him his diet. He also saves me food sometimes if there was something special on the menu! He is my laughing Buddha.

"Good morning, young man! I hope you have already packed up your luggage."

"Luggage?" I couldn't figure out. Dylan didn't have to travel anywhere soon.

"Today you are supposed to shift in here with us."

"Holy sh-.. hehe.. It totally escaped from my memory. So, what do you think I should pack?"

"We have renovated the room. So, you just need to pack your everyday essentials. That's it, before you get late, go prepare Mr. Evans for the day."

I knew his schedule was a bit messy today. He has an ad shoot first and workshop. But I wasn't sure if he would be able to finish the shoot in time, so I bailed him from going to workshop today.

I entered his walk-in wardrobe and picked up jeans and sweatshirt for him too, paired up with ankle length socks, sneakers, Rolex and Chanel sunglasses. When I walked out with the outfit, he was already out of shower.

"Mr. Evans, here is your outfit."

We were out in no time. On the way to the dining hall, I reminded him of his schedule.

"I will take my vanity van today. Also pack fruit juice, we will be shooting outdoors mainly."

I nodded.

This will be the first time I will watch Dylan shooting live. I was feeling really bubbly inside! Atleast one thing from my "bucket list" is getting fulfilled today. Yes, watching Dylan live in action was the second thing on my bucket-list. I am on a roll!

The venue was a luxury resort amidst the woods. This was one of the perks of working with an A list celebrity - you get the best resources always!

Dylan was now getting ready for the outdoor shoot. Did I mention that this was an ad shoot for a famous perfume brand?

The theme was quite... interesting, if you ask me. I just had one wish after knowing the details of the shoot- I don't want to have a heart attack today.

The makeup artist was currently applying makeup on Dylan, so I excused myself out.

The first location was by the infinity swimming pool. Today was the real trial for my endurance limit. Expectations and excitement was rushing through my blood vessels.

Click..

The door of the vanity van opened. It was time for me to switch into professional mode. I clicked the umbrella open and turned around.

My heart leaped out of my ribcage.

Dylan Evans was standing there in his full glory; shirtless and in boxers. Just a mere glance from his eyes made a shiver run down through my spine. A  demonic charm was exuding throughout his current bearing.

The makeup artist and hairstylist has done a fantastic job. His hooded blue eyes were now completely transformed into foxy and villainous ones. That smoked out brown lower lash line has elongated his eyes. His eyes were appearing bigger and more devilish than usual. A black hieroglyphic symbol was drawn below the outer corner of his left eye giving out a major "daddy" vibe. His perfectly kissable full pink lips were brandishing a silver lip ring on the left side.

Damn! Those collar bones!!!

The artist has drawn fake tattoos on his bare torso. Each of his collar bones now displayed proudly a leafy pattern extending to its full length. His already sculpted back has been gifted with a pair of "Devil Wings".

Time has frozen for me. Nothing else existed in this universe now. He was the only creation of God that my senses were picking up at the current moment! Has Michael Angelo himself sculpted his body?

He turned towards me. Distance between us was getting shorter and shorter with every confident stride he took towards me. I was there, helpless like a little lamb, in front of his Godlike (or devil like?) aura. I knew now, why he went by the nickname of White Tiger- he was a truly magnificent and rare creation of the Almighty.

"Nate?" I loved how lovely my name sounded in his manly deep set baritone voice.

He chuckled shaking his head, "Nate!"

This time I responded to his call. "Ah?"

"You are drooling." he winked at me.

I blinked my eyes and looked away from him. Was I staring at him?

"Not only that, your jaw almost touched the ground. Do I look more handsome today?" His face was plastered with a cocky grin.

Shit! Did I say that out loud??

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