Fall In Love With Lover: The Temptation of a Beautiful Secretary

Fall In Love With Lover: The Temptation of a Beautiful Secretary
Misunderstand



...The cecilia...



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Two hours later...


I was backstage with the Queen Club models. With Steve's help, I was able to be here and get acquainted with them. I also tried to blend in to avoid the suspicion of the security guard. As a result I managed to get important information from some of the models that are here. Of course about Alexander and his connection to the Queen Club.


They say the owner of the Queen Club has a son who will inherit and continue his father's business. I'm trying to find out who they mean. And it turns out that it is true if the man in question is Alexander. But they said, until now had never met in person. Just hearing his name.


They also praised Alexander here. They said if they managed to get Alexander, of course, no need to get tired of serving the striped nose. Surely their lives are enough without a lack of anything. In fact, Alexander's father was the third richest man in the city. You will never have financial difficulties in your entire life. Not to mention his business everywhere. Complete already, living with material lapses.


I myself began to be interested in Alexander's perspective because it took a different path from his father. He worked hard for the future without relying on his father's wealth. That certainly makes me assume that he is a responsible man and that there is no need to doubt his loyalty. If he wanted to, he could definitely explore every model that was here. But in fact, it was not done by him.


Now one by one things that made me curious have begun to be revealed. About who Alexander is and his connection to the Queen Club I've managed to get. Just to find out if it's true that she was asked by Hadden to approach me. If yes, why would he? If not, then Jackson's been lying to me all along. And I think I know why Jackson could say that. Indirectly yesterday he was honest with me.


Jackson was jealous of my closeness to Alexander. That is what strengthens my guess if he says that because he does not want me to get close to Alexander. Because the evidence of the models here never met directly with Alexander. So how can she sell a model if not face-to-face? It's impossible, isn't it?


It's time to get back on stage.


After getting the information about Alexander, I immediately wanted to return to the front of the stage. I put my binoculars on, put them on my neck so that they don't fall or disappear. I also say goodbye to the models here. But when I wanted to get out, a big man came blocking my way. I was also hindered by it.


"Come, everybody get ready!"


The big man asked the models to get ready. I soon realized that the show was about to start. I immediately retreated from before them and set foot in front of the stage. But, right then and there, my hair was pulled by that big man.


"Hey, where are you going?!" The big man prevented me from leaving.


Gosh darn. It seems like he misunderstood me.


The man approached me. "Ready-prepared. Get on stage!" said me.


"Tap-but I'm not—"


"Already, don't argue much! You females! If you see the money, you forget it!" said again.


Eh? What the fuck?!


The big-bodied man thought that I was one of the models from Queen Club. I was also asked to be prepared by him. I see the models have gone up the stairs that are behind the stage. They were lined up waiting for the host to open this beach party. It seems like they will catwalk while spreading charm to the audience who come.


Then the big man gave me a sequence number. I was asked by her to show her charm on stage. I was confused what to do. I couldn't run because this big man was standing guard at the exit. It seems that I should indeed appear before the invited guests present.


Be normal, don't show me when you're spying there. You'll be kicked out by the guards.


At that time I also remembered Angela's message before coming here. There was nothing I could do but obey what the big man ordered. I also took a deep breath before joining the models who will show charm. I prepare myself as best I can so as not to look groggy. I'll show you that I can be like them too. Stylish Queen Club model.


"Come on! All ready! Show your charm! Make the guests invited! The more you bid, the higher your price! The more money you get! Hurry along!" The big man called out from behind us.


I heard the opening music start playing. The roar of the drum chime bass coloring the stage of this model show. I was also getting ready to show my charm. Somehow, I'll think about it later. Because the first model had started to come out and show themselves in front of the invited guests. Accompanied by exotic drum music. I was ready to take part in a show of charm in front of them.


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...The cecilia...



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A few minutes later...


One by one the models showed their charm in front of the invited guests. The clothes they were wearing were of course open and showing off the curves of the chest. And now it's my turn to show some charm. I also started to enter the open stage area. I put my feet up while stomping this body. All eyes were on me. I was also looking for where Alexander was. Is he here too?


I walked around the side of the stage while spreading a smile as sweet as possible. I waved my hands at the audience and walked to the center of the stage. My standing position is right in the middle of the models lined up facing forward. The host invited the guests to write down the model number they wanted. And I hope no one wrote my number, 101.


Oh my God, what else after this?


After we all showed some charm, the host asked us to go back to the backstage. I don't know what to ask you to do. But when I saw the fashion committee come, I was surprised not to play see it. It turned out that we were asked to make bikinis in front of the audience who came.


Holy hooch!


I was shocked, unwilling to be asked to make a bikini in front of the crowd. It's the same as selling yourself. I must escape immediately. Can't stay here.


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...The cecilia...