“Hell. Those fucking bitches were so annoying. They were chatting all the way through the whole fucking shoot. I could hear almost every word that they said, and they fucking thought they were fucking whispering…” Sean growled through clenched teeth as he ran his fingers through his wet hair.
Shit…I knew it. He heard them. I let out the breath that I had been holding. When we are alone, EROS is gone. The man standing in front of me is Sean Herman, the real man behind EROS. The only son of the Herman family and sole heir to the largest entertainment company, GH entertainment.
“You did well. I’m sure the photos will look great,” I said as I offered him a little smile.
“Of course, it will…but who cares…” Sean said with a shrug before he plopped down into a chair in front of the mirror.
“Let’s pack up and head back?” I suggested.
It was very late, and no one gets off work until Sean does so truthfully, we were holding up the entire team. By the time the shoot had ended, it was way past midnight, and I was sure that everyone was looking forward to calling it a day.
“You won’t be here tomorrow, right?” Sean asked.
“Yea…I won’t be…” I replied quietly.
I heard Sean click in tongue in annoyance. Tomorrow, I have to work for another client, meaning my other contract husband so I won’t be working as his manager.
“Your hair and your shirt are all wet. You should change or you’ll catch a cold…” I warned as I pointed a finger at his chest.
“Help me…” Sean said softly.
“What?” I asked in confusion.
“Help me…change my clothes…” Sean requested once again.
“No. You can do it yourself,” I refused directly.
“Hmm…I guess everyone will have to sleep in this shitty studio tonight then,” Sean said casually before smirking at me.
“Huh?” I let out a sound of surprise.
“I’m not moving from this chair until you do as I say…” Sean said, sounding very much like a spoiled kid.
“Stop playing games with me, Sean!” I snapped at him immediately.
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