Assist Mr. Rose

Chapter 3: The Breakup

Chapter 3: The Breakup

Hitting my crying face on a hard and muscular chest, I looked up to see who it was.

“Oh, a breakup?” Damien said coldly, “Poor you.” Then he raised his brows and pouted his lower lip.

You’re a jerk.

I really wanted to say that, but I don’t want to get fired on my first day of work. So, I just sniffed, wiping my face with my arm. Breathing deeply, I did my best to forget what just happened and not mix work with my personal affairs right now. “We must get you ready.” I placed both of my hands on each of his arms and spun him around, causing him to be surprised. “We don’t want to inconvenience others for you being late.” I then pushed him forward, guiding us both out of the emergency staircase.

Mr. Damien Rose got his hair and makeup done. Now all he has to do is give some knee-trembling and heart-melting poses for the magazine shoot.

Now there’s a reason why he’s called the hottest billionaire.

Mr. Rose then went in the middle of the setting— white screen with just a simple bar stool in the middle. He faced the camera and then he faced me just before he untied his silk robe and took it off.

Mmm… Now that’s the reason why.

I almost melted right then and there. I swear I almost drooled. He had his upper body unclothed for the reason that it was a jeans advertisement. The man’s perfectly muscled body was there for everyone to see and I’m sure all the women inside the room are feeling hot. I mean, who wouldn’t?

But the thing is, it was more deadly with me since he had his eyes sharply scanning me from head to toe as he poses effortlessly in front of the camera.

Instead of being scolded by the photographer, he was complimented on looking away from the camera.

Wow. Okay.

Of course, I didn’t let him win. I can see now that he’s this cruel even after knowing I just broke up with my one-year boyfriend.

My jaws clenched and I crossed my arms as I looked back at him sharply, sending fierce eyes his way. It took a while before everyone noticed how the two of us were sharing this ‘lovely’ look at one another. Little did they know how much I wanted to strangle him right then and there.

Smirking because he’s aware that he’s annoying me, he then leaned back on the chair, posed front his torso and slid his thumb down from his well-toned abs to the hem of the damned jeans.

Still staring at me, he then winked.

Oh, what a tease he was! I could just feel his overflowing arrogance!

Shaking my head in annoyance, I rolled my eyes away and walked out of the place. Mr. Rose is definitely not what I expect him to be. He shouldn’t be in the TIME’s “The 100 Most Influential People”, rather, he should be the “World’s Most Arrogant, Imprudent, Rude— but Hot Person”!

Hmm… I can make a magazine company one day. I’ll make sure to slap his gorgeous face with it.

While waiting outside of the studio room, I sat down on one of the chairs and opened my phone, seeing me and Dylan’s sweet picture together.

I couldn’t keep it in, my vision began to blur because of the tears piling in my eyes. Something must’ve happened. I’m sure he’s just moody, that’s all!

Sighing deeply, I then mustered up my courage to look for him in my contacts and click call. Before I could even stop myself, his other line was already ringing and I was waiting for his voice.

Only to be disappointed once the other line picked up, “Hello?”

My heart sank. It was a girl’s voice. A tear then rolled down to my cheek.

“Hello? Who is this?” She asked once more. Dang, why is her voice so attractive?!

Controlling my feelings and stabilizing my voice, I replied, “Uhm, hello, yes. Uhh, is Dylan there?”

“He’s currently in the shower right now. May I ask who this is?”

Feeling my heart break more, I bit my lower lip, trying to prevent myself from crying out loud. “Uhh… C-Can’t you see my name on the screen?” I’m sure he wrote me there as ‘Sweetheart’.

The girl took a moment before replying, probably because she checked. “I’m sorry, ma’am. It’s just your number. Are you someone I should know?”

Damn. He really deleted my number.

Sniffing once, I then shook my head and replied to her in a trembling tune, “N-No. Uhm, please do relay him a message.”

The girl on the other line then doubted, “Who are you?”

“Please just tell him that ‘Piggy is hungry at 8 pm’”. It was a code we had when I really wanted to eat at the restaurant we both loved.

“What do you mean by that—”

I didn’t let her finish, I hung up first. And that’s when I shoved my face on my hands, crying.

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The shoot finished, the magazine team and Mr. Rose were satisfied with today’s work and I’m there in the middle of it all, gloomy.

Stop it, Petunia. You’re going to meet him later. Think of the problems later. For now, just work! It’ll keep you busy.

Shaking my head, I then thanked the staff and crew for their outstanding job and skills. Of course, I didn’t tell what happened in the makeup room where one artist should be given more practice, but that’s all right. She’ll know her way soon.

Anyway, opening the Mercedes Benz’s door and making way for Mr. Rose, I snuck my head inside and made sure to tell his driver that I’ll get him fired from Mr. Cheshire if he leaves me again.

He understood what I meant and nodded once.

Reversing my steps back, I lifted my hand up and told Mr. Rose to get inside. Once he’s in, I closed the door and Immediately opened the passenger seat’s door and hurriedly made my way inside.

With a loud thud, the door slammed close and the two men looked at me with big eyes that almost went out of their sockets. I exchanged glances at the two, “What’s wrong?”

Grinning his teeth, Damien then spoke heavily, “Be careful with THE DOOR!”

My brows furrowed before I rolled my eyes, “Oh come on, it’s just a door.” I sat properly and pulled the seatbelt.

He leaned forward in the middle to give me an angered look, “It’s not just a door, it’s THE door! You’re gonna pay for that if it breaks!” He was being hysterical. I mean, it’s just a Mercedes Benz’s door. Calm your muscles.

I sighed deeply, “Why are you being so petty? You’re the billionaire here, why make the poor pay?” I shook my head, “Tch. Such an inconsiderate bastard.” I turned my head and raised my voice slightly, “That’s why the poor becomes poorer and the rich becomes richer! You guys are buying things that have unreasonable prices and then make us pay for it when we make a mistake. We poor people pay for our mistakes, so are we also going to pay for your arrogant big heads too?!”

Silence surrounded us. Thank goodness there are the air conditioner and the car’s engine to give some noise around or else I’d hear crickets singing instead. The two of them were just staring at me.

A bit upset with everything that’s going on, I deeply sighed and closed my eyes. Today’s not just working for me.

Biting my lower lip, I then took out my seatbelt and then opened the door. Without saying farewell, I went out of the car and hailed a taxi. While on the way towards the place I will meet my boyfriend— ex-boyfriend, or am I saying that too soon?— I then called Mr. Cheshire and told him that everything’s done and I won’t be able to report back in his place.

He was very understanding— unlike the man I dreamed of all of my teenage years. Ugh, looks are really deceiving.

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I arrived at the hotel an hour earlier where our favorite restaurant was.

Sitting at the table where we usually reserve beside the big window, I took out my phone and checked it quite a few times to see whether he’ll call or leave me a message. But there was none.

The clock ticked at 9 pm, and he still wasn’t here. I waited until the restaurant closed, and he really didn’t come.

Biting my lower lip as I cried silently, I walked out of the restaurant with a plastic bag on my hand. I had to takeout my favorite pork belly because it might be the only thing that will save me for today.

I thought I was going out of the Hotel, but before I knew it, the place was dark and I wasn’t outside. Instead, I was down in the basement at the bar.

Oh, for goodness’ sakes Nia! What is wrong with you?

Although I wanted to leave, my feet dragged me towards one of the high stools in front of the bar, and there, a handsome bartender smiled at me. He leaned his hands on the counter and bent a little forward to level my small height.

“Well, aren’t you a cute little customer?” He tilted his head to the side to get a closer look at my sad face, “Are you sure you’re at the right age to drink?”

Looking down at the counter, I nodded my head and took out my ID and showed it to him.

The bartender smirked, “What a cute name.” He gave it back to me and I shoved it inside my pocket, “So, what would you like little miss Petunia?”

Breathing deeply, I pressed my lips, “Just give me something that’s strong, please.”

I don’t know why, but he bit his lower lip and nodded, “Alright. As you wish.” Turning around, he then took some alcohol here and there, mixing them together and putting it on a fancy slim and tall glass, before sliding it on the counter at me.

My eyes widened as I saw the cocktail. I looked up at him, “Are you sure this is alcohol? It looks like juice to me.” I commented.

He chuckled deeply as he shook his head, “Miss. Looks are deceiving. That cocktail is called ‘Long Island Iced Tea’, and it’s mixed with some of the strongest alcohol. We’re talking about gin, tequila, rum, triple sec, and vodka.” He smiled innocently, “Would you like to try?”

My lips rounded in a perfect circle as I nodded my head. That was a first for me. “Of course, I will.” Wasting no more time, I then took a sip of the cocktail, and ooh was that strong! It was delicious and strong— the things I currently need.

“Are you sure you can handle that?”

As I felt my heart feel light and happy, a sudden deep and familiar voice then called me from behind. Both I and the bartender turned our heads. 

My eyes widened, “Why are you here?”