Chapter 17: Chapter 17

BLOW AFTER BLOW

JANELLE'S POV

I saw the retreating back of Delilah as I was about heading inside the company, when my phone beeped.

Was I expecting a call from anyone?, Of course not, neither was I expecting a message...., but that wasn't the issue at hand, I ignored it and went inside the office.

I took the elevator heading to the fifth floor, which is the place where I stayed with the girls, it was like a public office, you rather had little or no privacy for yourself. It wasn't that bad though, we were five sharing the same space, but Delilah was the closest to me..

I was about entering the office when the town's lady came out with a very angry countenance and her crop top exposing more than half of her cleavages, it wasn't a surprise to me, she was known for that.... today she was looking decent, decent in a slutty way, her tits were almost jutting out of her top, but did she care... NO.

She stood there with both of her hands at akimbo, staring at me, with loathe. Ever since I came here, even after all I had heard about her, I was trying to get close to her, afterall, you don't judge people according to the verdict of others, but, seems like it was true, although I still didn't want to give into what the models here say about her.

It seemed like the hatred she had for me, was the one she had for the total number of models raised to power two and multiplied double, that was what she had for me.

Everyone had their good and bad side, yeah, but.... I was jostled out of my thoughts by loud yelling.

"You slut!, You already made your way with the manager right?, Not only did you steal the premier ambassador deal from me, you stole the company's face photoshoot and now..... you feel we are too tiny and low classed to share the same spot with you huhh... You should have said it all along that you had a thing for old men and huge cock's, I could have introduced you to the town's men, you whòré", she snapped.

I was shocked and speechless, what was all this about.... where in the world is being given a promotion a crime.

I did what I felt is the best for situations like this.... I ignored her and tried to make my way past her.. but she would not even budge, she still stood there blocking me from entering inside.

"Please let me just drop my things and sign in for the day.... I promise to give you some space", I replied calmly.

"Slut!!", Now her words began drumming rhythmically in my head.... Why the fûck would she call me a slut. I didn't steal her man from her, neither did she catch me in bed with someone's man, so what exactly was giving her the effrontery to talk to me like that.

"I knew you wouldn't talk back at me, you little shameless thing, carrying yourself around like a bag of worm, you're a pig, if you should keep throwing yourself around all the men here, leaving them to explore your sluttish cúnt. You wouldn't say anything huhh, say something", she snapped, taking bold step towards me.

If this was the surprise Delilah told me about, then.... I need no surprises like this.

"Ma'am, if you would just let me be, I have so many things to do", I replied in my mildest tone.

"Don't you open that filthy mouth of yours to call me ma'am again, I wouldn't be surprised if you already clock the age of menopause, just because you have a little body and a youthful face, you scam everyone and rub them off their awards.... I'm not ma'am, don't you call me that again.... don't. Dare. Me", she sliced through her words.

"Bella please.... I'm really not up for this now, as I said earlier I have so many things to do, and standing here exchanging words with you isn't among the top notch of the works I have to do", I countered.

"So, she knows my name, the office toy knows my name!!!!, That's goooodd", she chittered.

Pause.... she kept staring at me awkwardly before her eyes suddenly widened.

"You just said something about exchanging words with me isn't among the top notch on your to-do-list. Ohhh, so now, you look down on us huhh. Since you also look down on your fellow colleagues, I wonder how you would treat your fans.... I need not worry about that. Sometimes seeing things firsthand helps to solve speculations", she smirked.

What the smirk was about I didn't know. It was kind of a smirk of victory.

She flipped her hair backwards, reached into the underside of her bra and brought out a mouth spray, she tossed it at me, which I caught immediately.

"You know what that's for?", she questioned, humming along as she tapped her feet continuously on the marble tiled floor of the office.

I looked at the container over and over again, I looked at her once more to know if she was really asking me this.... who would not know what this is.... it's a mouth spray of course, but no, I wasn't going to give her the answer she wanted.

"No... can you tell me what it is?", I asked.

"Cave woman!!!", she cursed.

"You really do not know what this is..., or you're just trying to test my patience...", she yelled.

"I really do not know, since I've never had the need for it", I boomed.

She eyed me warily before she continued, smacking her lips hard in the process.

"It's a mouth wash, I know I've been so hard on you, but.... I won't be considered being called wicked, so I decided to get this for you. It doesn't require any special routine, just spray it in your mouth before you talk to anyone", she rushed her words and immediately gave way for me to enter, swaying her wide hips erotically as she walked away.

I breathed a sigh of relief, at least we hadn't fought, and it didn't go as far as raising arms at each other. I had to stay recollected, cause I know what would have happened if I hadn't controlled myself, I'm sure that an ambulance would have been rushed to the company, because the injury she would have gotten wouldn't be a first aid treatment sort.

I looked around for the nearest refuse bin, where I dumepd the container in and washed my hands in the sink by the side of the dust bin.

I walked into the office, arranged my things and went back to the first floor to sign in, after which I went to check in on Delilah, she was having a photoshoot for a local restaurant, which was like five minutes drive from the company.

I waited for her until she was done, and she walked up to me.

"Have you met the manager already?", she questioned.

"No, you didn't tell me anything, I just signed in now", I informed.

"Bella!!!", Delilah groaned with both of her hands placed by the side of her head.

"I knew it, I sensed it, I shouldn't have told her to relay any message to you, so she didn't tell you that the manger wanted you in his office once you resumed work for the day, so.... your face looks kind of dull, did something happen between you both", she asked as she pulled off the apron around her neck.

"We almost had a fight, like a real fight..... she really is a tigress, called me a slut...", my voice faltered.

I wasn't pained by her calling me a slut, but because that was the same reason Rashid had cut me off. He had called me a whore, for leaving myself at the mercy and disposal of men.

Me?, A Whore?.

Not me, definitely not me.

"See who is calling kettle black, when she's the pot, you don't know why they call her the town's men right?....", she paused as she handed the apron to the photographer for keeps.

"No"", I nodded negatively, squinting my eyes a bit.

"She had been obsessed with this Arab prince, I don't know the particular country precisely. He was and still is extremely wealthy, god-damned wealthy, has so many oil companies, when he began expanding his business into clothes and fashion, she was the first model ever to promote his brand, she had wanted more, would do anything to make this man happy, even if it meant being an office toy and giving the whole men in a bar a blowjob, she never minded, neither did she care as long as she gets to follow him around like his personal handbag...

You know what they say about obsession, an obsession over something or someone can never be deemed healthy, it's always unhealthy... it went on and on and on, until he couldn't take her clinginess again, he tossed her to the dogs, the dogs which are the town's men, and made her sleep with the men, stuff all her wholes up, it was dirty, very dirty, deathly and sickly, yet... she continued, as long as it made him happy.... ", she paused for a while, like though she was contemplating if she should continue or not.

"So... what about the prince, was he caught or arrested, jailed?...", I demanded.

"Jailed?., of course not.. why would a prince be jailed, they wouldn't afterall, it wasn't his fault that she was obsessed with him, it wasn't.. she let herself to be used by all and sundry. About the prince, he's hardly seen... if I should even walk by him, I wouldn't know, but, the company which you recently modelled for, the one that gave you a huge contract. Rumors claim that he's the owner of the company....

"So.... er-errem, so how come no one knows about him", I stammered. I wonder why I was getting scared and yeah, dramatically anxious of what she was going to say.

Goosebumps!!!.

"He's the owner, yeah..., but he's got the social owner, the person who acts like the owner and goes for conferences and meetings.... Most importantly, You should know he's the real owner, and you're officially a model for his brand. No matter what happens, you can't model for any other brand asides his".

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