For the hundredth time in less than an hour, Rob’s eyes moved from his wristwatch to the door. He was still expecting the beautiful model, Selena and his mouth watered at the perverted thought of her nude body in his bed. He knew how much celebrities like her valued their reputation and he knew that she would stop at nothing to protect hers. He smiled as he remembered the event that occurred that night. He had finally landed some hot chick that he had been trying to get for a long time and halfway through pleasure, Taron had called him. If it was a call from any other person, Rob could have easily ignored it. He couldn’t ignore Taron’s call however. Taron was the reason his once dead photography career was alive again, the reason he had the money to woo the girl he had his eyes on, and he didn’t want to offend his friend. He had reluctantly agreed to Taron’s request that night and went on to inform some other friends who he knew in the industry that the model, Selena, was a
“Selena Goldbridge, the city’s number one model, and her accomplice, Sarah Hopkins. Care to explain why you’ve got a gun pointed at the young man?” Selena’s blood ran cold as she heard Taron’s voice. What the fuck was he doing here? She turned to him with shock written all over her face. “T-Taron.” “Get back.” Sarah commanded as she turned her pistol to face Taron. “I’m not afraid of anybody.” “Sarah—” Selena tried to get the attention of her crazy friend before she did anything stupid. Was she trying to get them locked up for the rest of their lives? “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Taron put his hands up, and pointed at different sides of the large hall, mocking Sarah. The cameras. Sarah gulped as her heart started to beat in a different rhythm. “So you see, if you try anything, there’s enough evidence to put you away. Shall I beg for my life now? Get on the floor, maybe?” Sarah gritted her teeth and put the weapon in her purse. Looking around, she saw th
Taron chuckled as he scrolled through headlines on his phone screen. He got a knock on the door and then got up to answer it, letting a blushing maid in with the breakfast trolley. “Good morning sir.” She greeted him and turned to to leave. Taron looked at the trolley and sighed. He went from struggling to getting more food than he could eat for three days for breakfast. Going back to looking at his phone, he saw the headlines. Crazy Celebrity Spotted At Monte Carlos With Friend. The photos under the post didn’t look too bad, but when he went through the comment section, he almost felt sorry for Selena. There were videos under other posts, and they showed Selena and Sarah running out of the building and coming out to be faced with different flashes from cameras. Selena started screaming and Taron exited the page. “She brought this upon herself.” He said as he went to face the meals laid out for him. “And even as it is, if there is a way to make things worse for her, I
Steve was playing with a paper aeroplane he made when Selena walked in without talking. “Oh hi baby, how are you?” He asked with a grin as he turned to look at his beautiful girlfriend. Selena was not smiling. “How am I? How am I?” She raised her voice and banged her fists on his desk. “O-Kay.” Steve said, putting his paper toy down. “Is anything the matter? You don’t look so good.” “No shit. Haven’t you seen the headlines and posts?” “Oh, right. Am I supposed to be asking you before you tell me what you were doing in that lowlife’s hotel, and who you were going to see?” Steve slanted his eyes in her direction. “Or when you were out with your face terribly done, don’t get me wrong, you are beautiful, but that was ugly.” “How is any of that supposed to be your business?” “You seem to be forgetting that I’m your boyfriend and I have a right to know,” Steve put his hands on the table. “and as a responsible woman—” “If anyone should be talking about responsibil
"I'm not in the most comfortable situation here, Harry." Taron turned to whisper to his designated assistant for the occasion. Harry blinked back in embarrassment. He was the shy type, and talking to people wasn't his thing. Taron was surrounded by about five women who had come to him in the guise of 'Wanting to talk to him', but he was smarter than that, and he knew that it wasn't just a casual conversation that these women wanted. Not with the way they kept looking up at him and tried their best to discreetly rub their chests against him, or in Maureen's case, make a show of adjusting her top, which was actually her just pulling the hem down. As if she needed to prove that she had gigantic breasts. "So you know, when I was younger, I used to help my nanny in the kitchen. I mean, it was nice to have helpers to do the work, but sometimes I felt the need to be self reliant, you know?" Maureen gave a long suffering sigh. "And that's good for you, Maureen." Taron sighed. He
"...I'm really sorry for causing a scene yesterday, I hope I didn't embarrass you too much; call me." Taron sighed as he listened to the third voice mail Selena had left for him. "Mike, so you remember how much I've always loved kids? Well one just ran towards me and told me that he thinks I'm the prettiest girl you've ever seen and I'm so honored! What are your thoughts?" Selena sighed and the voice mail came to an end. Taron shook his head. He had bigger things to do, but he was here listening to the voice of such a terrible woman. A terrible woman that he was really in love with for a very long time. Taron remembered trying to talk to her, and her cutting calls saying she wanted to go to sleep. He'd see her posting on her stories on Instagram and whenever he asked, it would be a "Something came up and I really had to go" that he'd get as a reply. "You really did do me a one up, didn't you, Selena?" Taron pressed delete and cleared all the voice mails he had. He couldn't be
Taron sighed in relief. "I'm just grateful that it's you." Taron looked around just to be sure. He had to get used to the guards being around him all the time. "What do you want, Jonas?" Taron asked. "There's someone here to see you, sir, but I also wanted to speak to you about something." Jonas said. "Who is the person?" "He said his name is Rob." Jonas said. "Okay, he can wait. What did you want to talk to me about?" Taron sat and Jonas walked around the perimeter of his study before going to stand before Taron. "I just had to be sure that no one was watching." Taron was perplexed. "Do you need to sit down? It sounds like something very important." "The King Pins, sir. The old sir used to call meetings regularly. Very dangerous set of people." Jonas said, his face grim. "King Pins?" "Information about them should be in your manual, you're probably not there yet. They are an organsation of extremely powerful people, and you are supposed to be their new l
Taron wondered what his mother would want with him. For years, they had not spoken to each other, and now she had the audacity to call him? After all that she did to him? Who was he to even assume that she was calling from a good place? What if she wanted to call just to berate him mercilessly as usual? He picked up his phone, looking after the notification that informed him of the missed call. Taron wanted to click on that notification, to call her back, but he could not. As he pondered on whether to call her or not, his mind flashed back to their last conversation... “What is this, huh?” Taron ducked that day as his mother threw the bag at him. “That’s all I’ve been able to make this week, mom, you have to be a little patient with me, please.” Taron pleaded. He was ashamed of himself and well aware of his short comings already. Having his mom constantly remind him that he was a failure was not doing any good to him, or to any of them at home for that matter. “I don’t wa