Chapter 11: Chapter 11

EXCLUSIVE NUDE EDITION

"Father you must be joking", Rashid replied, digesting what his father, the Emir, just said. He looked deeper into his father's eyes and nodded his head negatively.

"You are serious?", his eyes widened, his hands tightening into fist.

"I have known from the start that Abla is a dog in heat, looking for men to take in as prey. She must be very smart to construct this type of plan and offer it up to her father, what is the old man thinking that I would fall for that......?", Rashid clicked his tongue before banging his fist hard on the table.

"Never", she sneered.

"Never in my life would I ever think of taking that whore into my bed, Father are you also in support of this?", he questioned, looking at his father disapprovingly.

"No son, never. I just decided to let you know, just incase you would want to give it a second thought", Emir Abdul replied.

"Second thought?, What are you even saying father?, What makes you think I would want to give up my liberty and freedom for that thing... I do not know why everyone keeps underestimating me in this house, I just don't know", Rashid badgered, his eyes turning bloodshot, all he could see was red.

"You still think about the lady", Emir Abdul said, Rashid was expecting it to be as a form of question, but it wasn't. it was just a bland statement thrown at him.

"Father!", Rashid warned.

"Don't use that tone on me!!, Don't try that. Your time isn't crawling neither are you still a kid. I expected you to have grown up as a man and think as one, yet you still think like a baby who still waits for his mother in the nursery to sing lullaby for him before he goes to sleep.

You should be ashamed of yourself that up till now, you still don't know a dime of where she is or what she's doing, or what she has even achieved. You think piling documents and drowning your head in different works will ever stop her from taunting your mind?. Never.

You should better learn how to start taking wise decisions and acting like a man, if not, I would start taking decisions for you, which until you die you would forever regret", Abdul lashed at him before sending Rashid out of his ensuite.

Rashid walked out of his father's presence, with his heart hammering and thundering loudly in his chest.

Apart from when he was little, he had never seen his father in such angry state, he was talking like though he had been bottling up the anger since Janelle left, and finally decided to throw it at him, since he could not bear it any longer.

His mind went back to Abla, his whore of a cousin whom had planned on how she would trap him in a marriage, but he vowed that she would not even get a taste of him, Never. He said in his mind as he banged his father's door shut behind him.

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JANELLE'S POV

It's been months since I started working with Bella's Modelling Agency, which is situated in Canada, yeah I moved over. The work is strenuous I won't lie, very strenuous, but it's really worth the pay. I remembered how it first started when I came here, as an amateur and a first timer, I was paid $2000 per shots taken.

Everyone loves my color, being light skinned requires daily skin care routine, and I very much gave my skin much care and attention. I have been able to make some friends from here, although the closest is Delilah, not like the Delilah in the Bible, this one is actually nice.

Funny enough, my stomach would not even let you know I had birthed two kids, it was damn flat and tiny. I walked forward to the mirror to take. a proper look at myself, I noticed someone come up behind me.

"Delilah!!, God you scared me", I yelled at her.

"Why should you be scared, Leilani?, What fucking makes you scared all the time?, I really don't like the way you keep prepping yourself in this mirror all the time, like though you ain't satisfied enough with the nice color, tiny waist and fat clapping ass that you got. Sometimes you make me feel so inferior with this goddess body of yours", Delilah said.

Ohh yes, I also forgot to add that I had to change my name, every fucking thing about me got to be changed, so now, my new name is Leilani Gerald. It sounds cool, right?. I definitely know it's cool.

"Stop saying that Delilah, for God's sake, you have the face, you are beautiful", I screamed at her, why does she always have to forget the fact that she looks so fucking beautiful, like these Indian goddesses, with an oval face, a well pointed nose, a tiny shaped but yet full lips and a coffee brown eyes, which looks so innocent but yet attractive, one could drown in those eyes of hers.

She tends to see the beauty in others but never in herself.

"So.....", we heard a firm knock on the door before someone walked in, before we came in, we had just finished doing a photo shoot for the company, they were about to auction in a new product of theirs.

Jumpsuits and dinner gowns, made in Ankara wears.

"Hey, to you two", Lady Brooke said to us.

We immediately widened our eyes, looking at her. Brooke was the highest paid model working under Bella's Modelling Agency and also top ten highest paid model in the world, we called her exquisite, because yeah, she was exquisite, particularly hot and irresistible.

"Which of you is Leilani?", she asks, with her both hands stuffed in the pocket of her pants, she always dressed so leisurely, after all, whom was she impressing, when she got all that she needed.

I raised a finger at her, waving at her, "Me", I quietly replied, as I tucked a strand of my hair beneath my ear, Brooke is perfection, not even a strand of hair was out of place. Perfect cheekbones, perfect everything, but I noticed the way the young lady always looked at me, whenever I was taking a photo shoot, like though..... I can't tell though, because her face hardly gives out what she is thinking in that beautiful head of hers.

"The management would want to see you in their office....", she paused, her gaze lingering all over the curves of my body, before she continued, "Now".

She slid out of the room abruptly like she hadn't just come inside here earlier.

Delilah's face snapped back to look at me, mouth parted, eyes blinking, her hand adjusted the hand of her bra, gazing at me like a zombie.

"What's that look for?", I queried.

"Did the almighty Miss Brooke just talked to us?", she questioned, her lips still partly opened, looking at me like though she was lost in a trance.

"Of course yes and she just left, please come out of that, you know you need to hurry up for your afternoon lectures, unless you want to miss seeing that lazily, handsome face of your literary professor", I said to her, giving her a wink.

"Did you see the way she was looking at you?", she prowled further.

"No?, How was she looking at me?", I raised my chin defiantly.

"You don't know?, You seriously don't know, she was looking at you, like a fine piece of something", Delilah said, finally tucking the rims of her hair in place.

"You should hurry off to school, before you be late for lectures", I snapped at her, buttoning the wrist of my shirt.

She nodded, "Okay then, make sure you tell me everything tomorrow, okay?", she briskly walked out of the room, after taking out her handbag from the drawer.

I remembered Miss Brooke's last word, about me coming immediately for the meeting, I walked out of the room immediately.

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Immediately I stepped into the meeting room, my breath got stuck in my throat, I turned around to meet the ever penetrative gaze of the people in the room. They would be up to fifteen or twenty. I felt like I would piss on my pants, I could feel my body heating up.

"Miss Leilani Gerald, please come forward", the head and manager of Bella's Modelling Agency said to me.

"Yes Sir", I replied immediately like an automated machine, once I was close enough to them, they told me to have my seat.

I looked around for an empty seat and found one near, Miss Brooke. I was finally going to sit beside Bella's Modelling Agency goddess, that was what I kept singing in my head as I walked to the empty seat, drew it back and sat down. My hands were terribly shaking, some people just don't know how to keep it low with their looks.

"So, Miss Leilani, I guess you don't know the reason why you are seated here right now", the manager said in a very deep voice, I respected the man not just because of his body size, but because he also earns the respect, he doesn't take advantage of his workers.

"No sir", I curtly replied, one thing I learnt is never to act shy while with these people, because you might loose a chance of promotion, which is once in a lifetime opportunity.

His hand adjusted the laptop on the glass table, before he looked up at me.

"One of our biggest distributors introduced us to a big company hosting this exclusive event with the biggest sponsors ever, where international celebrities are in a series of photoshoots promoting some of their products and those of their affiliate companies.

So they want us to provide two male and female models that would promote their new lingerie and would also get the chance to work with their amazing designers and infamous celebrities", he paused and raised his head up to look at me.

"We want to give you a chance to be among the four that would promote this new brand....., what do you say about it?", he asked, throwing the choice and decision at me.

There was no time to bargain for this, it was a perfect throw, and I would not just let it go, like that.

"It's okay with me sir", I replied with a smile, not sounding desperate.

"It's an EXCLUSIVE NUDE EDITION", he finally says, my eyes widened in sheer horror and surprise.