Jada's pov
Steadily, I lifted up the quilt, put on my dress and tiptopped to the door.
I was about to step out of the room when a loud and thunderous voice kept me fixated on the spot where I stood.
"You were so brave yesternite, but you are speaking out of the room this morning. Can you tell me why?" the model asked.
His voice was so powerful that it instilled fear into me as I was trying to pat my lips and speak but I failed.
I was intimidated by his voice but when I remembered that he was a model I gained back my confidence.
"And who are you to interrogate me?," I asked, looking at him warily.
He had a smirk on his face as he left the bed and walked towards me.
The aura I felt now could be that of an ordinary model. I couldn't help but wonder who it was as I b
