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Chapter 8

Stephanie's POV

I was so damn curious.

I didn't really opened that text, it popped out of the screen.

I opened his contact to see her phone number

I immediately grabbed my phone and snapped a picture of his phone screen which has her number on it

I didn't want to argue with him about it

Besides, sleeping with him for a night doesn't mean we were official

Well,

I wished we were

But he was a supermodel

What do you expect?

I was aware that I wasn't that pretty anyway

The bathroom door suddenly opened

So I rushed towards the sink and pretended to wipe the counter

"Do you want to go somewhere after this? Shopping?"

He said, drying his fuzzy hair with my red towel

Look at you, trying to bribe me with shopping

I wondered if he ever brought Samantha shopping and bought her a red dress

"Stephanie?"

I turned to face him

"Please?"

He smiled

He then glanced to his phone

Then he picked it up

He sighed

He put his phone down.

"We could watch a movie after, then go to my place"

He smirked

"I don't know"

I played with my fingers

He walked towards me and hugged me from my back

"Whats wrong? You look sad"

He walked in front of me and examined my face

"Babe?"

He held my chin

"I'll never be able to fix this if you don't tell me what's wrong"

I looked into his eyes

"Am I just your sleeping partner for lastnight?"

His forehead crumpled

"What? Why would you say that?"

I shook my head

"I'm just wondering"

He held both of my hands and kissed them

"Well, you are now my girlfriend. But in a few years I'm going to marry you. You're going to be my wife. And we'll have as many kids as you want"

A smile formed on my lips

"But for now, you're just my girlfriend. My one and only girlfriend"

He kissed my forehead

"Even if you don't want to, you're still my girlfriend. I don't care"

He laughed sexily

"Now that I'm your girlfriend, can I ask you something that only a girlfriend would ask?"

"Anything"

He stole a kiss on my lips

He grinned

If I ask him about Samantha, he'd definitely be mad at me

But still

I'll take my chances

"Who's Samantha?"

He stared at me blankly

"Did you read my text?"

His eyes were blazing with fury

"It popped out of the screen. I'm so sorry"

Then his eyes softened

"I don't usually let people read my texts. But you're now an exception. Samantha, she's one of Charles Roy's models. She's a close friend of mine. We walk down the runway together"

Model? Oh shit.

How am I going to compete with a bloody supermodel?

"Wow.. okay"

He looked worried

"She is in love with me, Steph."

My eyes widened

Oh great!

"But I don't feel the same way about her"

Yeah right.

"Because I love you"

Love?

I think I'm gonna puke

"What are you thinking?"

He brushed my hair to the back of my ears

"Don't worry about her, Steph. Because I choose you"

He held my chin, tilted his head forward and kissed me

Royce's POV

I can't lose her, NO

I brought Steph shopping that day

She was unhappy

It was written all over her face

And it was all because of Samantha

I seriously don't understand you, Sam

Last two years she said she has finally moved on since I told her I didn't felt the same way

She even told me she has a boyfriend

Everything was perfect

I didn't have to worry about her

But just now, why would she text me like that?

I can't believe Steph read her text.

I don't think she trusts me anymore

Shit,

I need to step up my game.

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