The only reason I was fine with being a Elementary Teacher was probably because I wouldn't be as lonely swallowed by the silence of my apartment. But I had no clue how precious silence was till I met Maya.

  "DUDE NO FUCKING WAY!!! DO NOT TELL ME YOU'RE STRAIGHT UP REJECTING THE OFFER!-" Her voice louder than children who throw a tantrum.

  "Look Maya first of all it's-"

  "IT IS MY BUSINESS!!" She pces her hands on her hips and looks at me with disbelief.

  I rub my temples with my fingers as I sigh "Maya it's-"

  "Cra! How could you not have told me?!?!" She settles on her seat dramatically clutching her chest like I had stabbed her. She dragged her chair towards my desk "Do you realise how big of a deal this mail is?!" Her finger pointing to my ptop screen.

  I lean backwards to my seat as my fingers csp and remain on my stomach "Maya it must've been a mistake" I say cooly almost as if convincing myself and not just her.

  She shoots me a gre though there wasn't much of a bite to it. I roll my eyes "You're so nonchant about this! If it were me then I'd be on the floor panicking and spending all my money on a dress to catch his eye!" She squeals as she looks away at a distance, clearly lost in her delusions.

  I shake my head chuckling at her words. I grab a small notebook that was infront of me on my desk. And slightly pat it on her head as she jerks out of her daydream dramatically.

  "Excuse my professionalism but I suppose that party can wait. Because unlike you some people here come to work" I say that giving not a care to her thoughts knowing that she already considers me 'uncool' like she says it. I stand arranging the books for my next css.

  "Cra! So you're not going to write back to them?!" She clutches onto my sleeve looking up at me with puppy eyes.

  I look at her eyes "Yes. I'm not."

  She frowns slightly pushing my hand away as she let go of the fabric "Imagine capturing the attention of the frigid CEO and not doing anything about it"

  I hold the books close to my chest as I brush a strand of hair from my face with my other hand "From the things I've heard about him through the paparazzi which I'm forced to know because of the algorithm on Insta. I wouldn't say he's my type" I say it in a matter of fact way.

  Her eyes shoot wide open as she stands up from her seat "YOU ARE TELLING ME THAT YOU DONT LIKE GABRIEL BLACKWELL?!?!" Almost like she was convinced I was gay at this point.

  I roll my eyes as always "well yeah-"

  She lunges to me as her hands hold onto my shoulders Shaking me vigorously "YOU'RE GAY!"

  "I'm not-"

  "DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT-"

  "I regret breathing the same air as you" I let out a breath of disappointment.

  "Same honestly. You're the most BORING person I've ever met. I wonder what sorta voodoo you did to capture his attention like this" her eyes locked onto the screen again almost as if trying to find meaning hidden within the mask of a formal invitation. Almost as if Maya was convinced this wasn't just a normal invitation. This was going to be something that would be a part of a bestseller book.

  I knew all this because of the way her eyes were locked onto the letter "Maya you need to chill-"

  "No." She growls like a demon possessed women when God's mentioned.

  I shake my head and walk out the staffroom still holding onto the books.

  All this is weird. So weird. Maya maybe a little over the top. But she's right. This is so weird and so odd. Me out of everyone receiving something like that did not make sense at all. Not in a pick me way. But because I barely talk to anyone apart from the few compints I have to pass onto the parents when their kids think cussing me out is cool.

  I swear if I didn't have the patience I had and if it was Maya instead of me, she probably would've taught them new words and left a few bruises and called them tattoos which cool kids owned. Okay okay. Maybe Physical Abuse isn't funny but hey Maya is Indian, that's literally the only way she knows how to go about things.

  Sometimes I agree with her on that.

  Besides maybe something about that letter is-

  Thud! Just like that I fall onto the ground on my backside as books scattered on the ground. Annoyed I rub my temples "Watch where you go!"

  "Well you were the one who bumped to me, remember?" A voice so deep, Rough packed with a coolness that sent chills down my spine.

  I look up. A guy in a suit that looked like it would cost me my whole years pay. His hair was brownish golden almost blonde, his skin had the same complexion as me. His eyes banced, revealing no emotions unlike mine which currently held curious.

  "Do you always stare?" He locked his gaze on my eyes. His voice had something different about it. Something I don't think I've ever heard or felt.

  "Ah..." I blink still looking at him as I'm stuck with the thoughts running in my head. Why does he look familiar?

  "Sir! You shouldn't walk away without you're security!" I hear a female voice. I tilt my head slightly and read her Name tag pced on her formal white shirt, Is Mendes.

  "I got carried away." He answers still looking down at me "But I found what I was looking for" silence for a while "...finally." almost like a breath of relief. Almost because I couldn't pce my finger on what he truly meant.

  Her eyes fall on me and widen "Miss Cra!" She excims "let me help You-" as she took a step towards us. He raised his right arm up stopping her.

  "I never told you to. Did I?" Something hidden in the way he spoke out loud. Fuck his voice...

  She nods. Who is she? And why did her name sound so familiar...? And why is he bossing her?-

  WAIT A DAMN SECOND. Is Mendes? The assistant who sent the mail to me?! Assistant of... GABRIEL BLACKWELL.

  The sides of his lips twitched slightly, barely noticeable. He noticed that I figured who he was. "I'm starting to assume you're blind and dumb" he stands straight.

  "Huh?! Why would You-"

  "Aha!" His voice low and chilly "so you can speak"

  I gulp slightly "very much Actually." Trying to regain my composure.

  He smirks slightly now "is that so?" Voice almost teasing.

  I Shake my head as I sit Properly and start collecting the books from the floor that were scattered. Suddenly I felt a strong grip on my wrist and I look up. I see his face so close to mine, our nose almost touching now.

  "Let me do that for you" as he maintained eye contact so intense. Everything else seemed to have faded in the background. My lips slightly parted as I looked back at him.

  "Are you always this quiet?" His words roll smoothly as if he wasn't as effected as me by the proximity.

  I shake my head slightly. For some reason I couldn't speak, not yet atleast. Something about his eyes made me just want to stay silent. It was overall light green in colour with hints of yellow spttered around. His facial features were so defined, it made him look so soft yet so sharp. Almost like a Greek God.

  He chuckles quietly "Do you always stare?"

  I freeze. Fuck was I staring? And worse part, I got caught in the act.

  My hand reached to his chest as I push him firmly away. My face heated from the interaction. Why am I Acting this way? I'm usually so composed. Shit Cra get your act together.

  I quickly grab my books and stand.

  He smirks slightly. He was amused. Great way to look like a freaking dainty hopeless princess. Something I ofcourse am not.

  "Mr Gabriel has took the trouble to come and receive you himself for the inauguration of our new branch in L.A." Is speaks, her voice so sweet and polite.

  "Trouble? Didn't think a 4 hour trip on a Jet with service close to royalty cssified as trouble." Almost as a jab to Is. She just nodded her head politely. Though if I were her I'd make it my life's goal to beat this fucker in his own grave.

  Sure he gives big dick energy but being a bastard was a turn off for me. He seemed to have noticed the slight change in my demeanor.

  He clears his throat as his eyes fall back into a usual emotionless void. "Pack your things. Or even better come as you are. You could use something new" he looks me up and down. This bitch.

  I gre at him pressing my lips together "Excuse me?" What did he expect an elementary school teacher to wear apart from high waisted denim jeans and a white crop top.

  "Well, Excuse me, if my attire doesn't match the standards of your expensive lifestyle. Though I don't remember why I should be going with you?" My tone returning back to my usual self. Finally.

  "Because You're invited to-"

  "I never accepted the request-"

  "I never requested." A moment of silence fills the space around us.

  I blink "but you sent a invitation and I haven't gotten back to you. That was my way of saying no."

  He nods slightly impressed by me then, with a faint chuckle and a nod too slow to be casual he spoke "I love the confidence. But You have no choice." It felt like a warning and a bait to see if I would push things further.

  I squint my eyebrows "or what? Will you drag me there yourself?" I held my ground with a sarcastic edge to it.

  "Not unless you ask me to. You can have your kinks." My face boiled hotter than the Straightener I used to do my hair.

  "what the-"

  "Are we done here? Or should I start with our little forepy?" He let out a mock yawn.

  "You tell me! You're the one here in my workpce asking me to join you. I barely know you-"

  "What's my name?" He asks.

  "No ofcourse, I know your name but there's a lot more than just knowing your name and status in the society." I clear.

  "Hmm. Very well then." His wrists flick as he adjusts the material of his coat elegantly. "Gabriel Bckwell. CEO of G Stones." His hand that reached out had every nurses dream veins showing.

  I exhale through my nose as I look back at his face from his hand not to seem like a person with a fetish. "Cra Wilson. I teach children" skeptical but I still give him a firm handshake. Then I let go of it. But that touch was enough to draw goosebumps to my body.

  And I knew he noticed that because of the way his eyes changed from emotionless to slightly darker. As his jaw clenches like he's holding back something.

  "I want you to be the new ambassador to my brand" he spoke as if it was the most casual thing in the entire pnet.

  "What?" My voice breaks the silence, taken aback.

  "You heard me right. I saw you when I was here weeks ago to visit my branch." He stays silent as he looked at my eyes and takes a step back "I wouldn't want to waste my Jewellery line on someone who couldn't even compare to you." He turns his back at me "Join with me and change your world completely." He tilts his head towards me slightly "irrevocably."

  His voice was low yet so clear. Leaving no misunderstanding on either sides.

  "Why?"

  "Why what?" Almost confused Like it was the most natural thing anyone would've done.

  "Why me? I'm not a model. And you sell internationally. You're company is well-known. Why take the risk with me?"

  "Because you hold something different that models hide behind their masks." He answers like he knew I would ask him the exact question.

  "What?" Confusion ced in my voice.

  "Authenticity. You are unapologetically you. Even now, you're standing up against me."

  "Well who wouldn't stand up for themselves?"

  "A lot of people cower when they talk to me. They say I'm intimidating and mean" he shrugs slightly

  "That you are. I mean the mean part." I speak quickly that made his lips curve slightly at the ends. "But a model shouldn't be selected based off of something that describes their personality because it takes more than a good heart. More specifically a pretty face and body goals" I shrug back at him slowly trying to decline his offer.

  "Well" he says after few seconds of looking at me "Good thing you fit all the requirements then. Welcome to G Stones." He smirks as he walks towards the exit.

  "WHAT?!" I yell out to him "I never said yes!"

  He doesn't turn or stop but raises his hand "You didn't say no either. I'll take that as a yes." I could practically hear his smugness.

  Who did he think he is? I mean sure a billionaire with a Billion dolr worth company Making him one of the most powerful asset to the business. But that was besides the point.

  Gabriel Bckwell. You are too good to be true.