Chapter 15

• I stare at my laptop and I'm almost half way through finishing my article. For some reason my mind couldn't stop thinking about that curly man named Benedict Saintclare and how mesmerizing and striking he is. He has this huge impact on an individual just by being himself and that's crazy. Even the thoughts of him still send shiver down my spine.
• Though he's not with me anymore, I feel like he's still here. I know it's plain stupid. But I still feel his green eyes looking at me from the corners of the room, like he's observing me from afar. And the things that happened inside his office a while ago is still stuck in my head.
• Focus Thea, you need to focus on the article not the person about the article.
• But on the bright side, I'm glad that tomorrow's Sunday, I have another day to finalize and edit my article before I could finally pass the finished full story about Benedict Saintclare to my boss.
• Argh, even his name gives me thrills.
• A part of me would be extremely happy if my article would be published for Lure. I think that's what every writer would want. It's always been my dream to write an article for a magazine, most especially for Lure. I know it's not as huge as those other magazines but it's like baby steps. And I would be so proud of myself, that's why I'm hoping Victoria would love every part of it. I've poured my heart and soul on every detail on this article.
• But when I think about my article being published, a thought came to my head that I kind of owe Benedict hugely for participating and giving me the chance to interview him. I think I should send him a thank you present or something to at least show appreciation.
• "That means we're going to meet again if I would want to thank him." I muffled with enjoyment.
• I chuckle softly, thinking of his piercing green eyes and how he'd bite his lip. I imagine his teeth sunk to his lower lip and how it got my panty in twists. I suddenly thought of his blondish-brownish long hair that looked pleasingly sexy pairing with his suit. But I instantly shake my head from my thought, I haven't even noticed that I was even brushing my finger over my lip.
• Shit, I'm fantasizing about him!
• "No Thea. You don't want to be involve in his world. That was all for the article." I speak.
• I gently slap my cheeks. "Focus."
• I began to continue listening to my interview with Benedict as I get back on track with my article. To be honest, this has been the best article that I have ever written in my entire life. All those things that I've done for school won't compare to something this big. I mean, if I'd get this article perfectly done and Victoria would publish it, centerfold, a lot of people will see my potential and perhaps this will be the start of my career. Well, I hope.
• By twelve midnight, I was about to hit the bed when a notification popped out on the screen of my phone. I sleepily grabbed it from my drawer and my eyes widened when I saw a twitter notification. I got on my account and saw a tweet about Benedict partying at The White Hall. There were attached photos of him in it and he looked like he's having the time of his life with those pornstar looking women surrounding him. They obviously just wanna bed Benedict and he would definitely want to have group sex with them.
• @BenSaintclare looking gorgeous as ever partying at The White Hall with a couple of lovely ladies.
• He's fucking hot! @BenSaintclare Love you babe. x
• Can't believe @BenSaintclare bought me a drink ;)
• I sigh as the list of tweets goes on.
• "He's used to living life like that." I muffled while scrolling down.
• Then all of a sudden a message from Kylie popped out of nowhere.
• Jonah: Get yourself a dress and heels. Come with us. Kylie is killing me.
• Me: Go where? It's late and I'm tired.
• Jonah: It's Saturday! Please. You need to save me. She's out on a date with this dude named Raphael and he has two other friends. You need to be bere. I can't handle two.
• I roll my eyes at my phone. I almost forgot that we were suppose to meet Kylie's new fuck buddy tonight but I already said that I wasn't going because I wasn't interested.
• Jonah: You're leaving me as a bait here. Please?
• "Argh, why did you even have to be there when you don't even want to?" I mumbled as I type that message to Jonah.
• Jonah: Because she forced me and she didn't mention a while ago that you weren't going. If I knew you ditched tonight, I wouldn't be here as well. But I'll be a bad friend for leaving her with three random guys who happens to be really hot Thea.
• I roll my eyes over my phone again.
• Jonah: Please come. You NEED to go clubbing and let go of all the stress you've had this week. Come ooooon. I need you because I'm not really good at making conversations with hot guys.
• Me: And I am great at that? I'm so not good at it. But fine, I'll be there. The Hub wasn't it?
• Jonah: Change venue. On our way to Whitman or The White Hall. The Hub was packed.
• My eyes widened.
• "They're on the same bar as Benedict." I absentmindedly bite my lower lip.
• I was torn between going and not going, I wouldn't want Benedict to think that I'm stalking him but then he wouldn't think that because I'm with my friends. I glared at my phone, 12% left.
• Shit.
• I started grabbing a few of my clubbing clothes, well basically most of Kylie's. When I found something good to wear, I fixed myself up, put some lipstick, a bit of blush on and some mascara. I don't know who I'm preparing myself for but either way, I wanna look good tonight. And Jonah was right, I've been stressed out this week with all the pressure that Victoria put me that's why I need to go have some fun.
• I hailed a cab and drove my way to The White Hall. Now I don't know if I could get through without being on the list. I heard from Kylie before that only high class ass could pass through. It's difficult to get through the tight security if you don't know anyone around.
• Shit. Why didn't I think of that before coming over? I'm here.