Sweet Scandals

Ch. 23

Irene has finished in the dress up. In the best fashion clothing Olivia collection. And now, with a feeling of awkwardness, stiffness and embarrassment, Irene stood in front of the camera that would capture the image. Shelly helped her demonstrate several photo styles.

Honestly, this was the first time Irene was in style in front of a camera like this. Not only was his body stiff, he suddenly felt nervous. Especially on the other side, Olivia seemed to notice him.

Not wanting to make Olivia disappointed, Irene finally ventured to follow the instructions of Shelly and the photographer. Try to get used to being stylish in front of the camera. At first, his body felt stiff. But thanks to Shelly who always encouraged him and gave him confidence. Eventually, Irene slowly got used to it. It now looks stylish. Some of the pictures were captured.

"He is a person who learns quickly. I'm sure, slowly he'll get used to it." Said Shelly as she approached Olivia.

Olivia reviewed her smile while continuing to pay attention to Irene who looked lithe following the direction of the photographer. For some reason, since the first time Irene saw, the shadow of her daughter always came disturbing. If only his daughter, Nadine, were still alive, it would be as big and beautiful as Irene.

"Your advice is very precise this time. Our catalog collection this season fits him perfectly. Her cheerful, humble carry became her own attraction. I like it."

"I'm sure he could be like Clarissa." Shelly said enthusiastically.

Irene is currently engaged in her new activities. Elsewhere, on set today it seems Axelle is less concentrated. The scene he did this time required more concentration. But Axelle, his mind just bounced somewhere. Until accidentally, his face was exposed to raw bogem from his co-star.

"Aw!" Axelle grimaced in pain while holding onto her flushed-looking cheeks. Blisters in the cheekbones.

"Cuts." Pekik the director. Then he got up from his seat and approached Axelle.

"Concentration dong Axelle. Where the hell are you thinking? This is the third time." Omel the director.

"Sorry."

"alright. Let's take a break." The director left Axelle who was still grimacing in pain.

Axelle moved to her resting place. Followed by Boni who looked panicked and anxious. Axelle threw her body in her resting chair. While exhaling a long breath, he extended his hand.

As usual, Boni offered a bottle of cold water.

"No. My phone where." Axelle.

"Sorry Boss. Like I thought the boss asked for water." Then give Axelle a phone.

"Eike get me a compress, boss? I think the boss's face is bruised." Tawar Boni's. But got a rejection. Axelle simply raised his hand as a sign that he asked Boni not to make a sound.

Axelle was getting busy with her phone screen. Looking for Irene's name in her contact list. Then start contacting him.

Once, his call ended in a missed call.

Both times, it's still the same. Irene did not answer her call.

For the third time, it was the same. Only the voice of the operator is constantly preaching it.

Axelle's upset. Then give back his phone to Boni.

His mind is getting bigger now. Between the news Clarissa will return and Irene who does not know where and is doing what. Moreover, Irene was with Zaky. Of course Axelle's not calm. Because he knows, Zaky likes Irene. Although Zaky did not say it, but from the look in his eyes, the way he behaved, it was clear that the man liked Irene.

Zaky's not a big-ass man who's not good at approaching women. Especially if there was a woman he was expecting, Zaky would try to get close to him. Irene was a kind, innocent and meek woman. The type of woman Zaky dreams. Which woman wouldn't be lured to Zaky. Handsome, established, mature, and authoritative. Isn't that the type of man who dreams of women?

Axelle took a deep breath. Trying to shed the irritation in the chest that increasingly pierced the bottom of the heart.

I don't know why.

It was as if he was upset to see Irene with another man. His little heart seemed to be unacceptable. Especially when I see Irene smiling sweetly at another man. It seems like he is watching it.

I don't know what this feeling is called. He doesn't know.

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The hour hand shows at 10:00 p.m. Irene was still sitting in front of the TV. Busy pressing remote button. Changing TV broadcasts is not certain. I am bored alone at home. Maybe because you are used to the crowd of jokes the laughter of the children of the home, to be alone in a house this big feels so torturous. Feel lonely ambush, until the night susana also feels gripping.

Actually, Irene was already very sleepy. But without Axelle in the house, he was a little scared. He decided to wait for Axelle to come home. Pretending to watch TV.

Before long, there was the sound of a car. Followed by the sound of the car door being slammed.

Brak!

The sound of the sound was clearly heard.  Irene turned her face away, as she heard the approaching footsteps.

"Boss, like to go home first? Good night." Pamit Boni then left.

Seeing Axelle coming home, Irene woke up from her seat. Look at Axelle who is now stopping his steps. And look at Irene. For a moment, the two looked at each other.

But suddenly, Irene frowned. Then I walked over to Axelle. She looked at Axelle's face, which looked bruised.

Axelle tried to turn his face away. Avoiding Irene's increasingly stare with an anxious look.

"What's up in front of you?" Ask Irene.

"It's been the risk of doing a dangerous scene without a stuntman." Sahut flat.

"Let me treat."

"Tid_" Axelle had not been able to refuse, Irene had already pulled her wrist. He asked her to sit on the sofa.

Irene accelerated the steps towards the room. Before long he returned with a P3K box in his hand. He sat down next to Axelle. Then open the box and take the ointment.

Slowly, Irene began smearing bruises on Axelle's face with the ointment. Axelle grimaced as she felt a pain.

"Aw! Slow down."

"Hold a minute. A child can get sick." Irene's taps while smearing the ointment.

"Where were you with Zaky?" Questions he shouldn't ask. But Axelle can't stand it. He wanted to know where Irene was going.

"I just met Miss Olivia. And Zaky just drove me. That's it, nothing more."

"When did you say his name? You usually call it Mr. Zaky."

"Since. He himself asked not to call him Sir. Why why?" Irene stared at Axelle. Until Axelle misbehaves.

"Bu_nothing." Axelle even stuttered, so nervous and misbehaved.

"What have you eaten yet?" Irene's question instantly changed her mood.

Axelle smiled faintly, "yet."

"What do you want to eat?"

"I_i ..." Axelle was unable to answer, because Irene's face was so close to hers.

Irene had finished smearing the ointment. And now, the two of them were staring at each other in a very close distance. Dive into each other's eyes, looking at each curve of the face. The longer it goes deeper.

Unknowingly, Axelle slowly began to advance her face. Irene was tense. I can barely even breathe. Axelle's face was getting closer. Reflexes, Irene distanced her face. But suddenly, quickly, Axelle's hand grabbed her nape. In an instant a warm sweep of Axelle's lips landed on her lips.

Irene could not resist and did not know what to do. This is her first time. His lips were tightly locked. Not replying to every ******and that Axelle provides. Because this is his first kiss.

For a moment, Axelle let go of her pagutan. I looked back at Irene deeply. Dive into his eyes. With an increasingly uncontrollable heartbeat. The breath that hunts. Axelle couldn't resist the temptation.

For the second time, he again landed his lips. There was still no reply from Irene. Irene's lips were tightly locked. And this time, Axelle bit Irene's lips softly. Irene opened her mouth. Until Axelle broke in. Sipping it deep.

Axelle seemed to enjoy it with a feeling. Until the moment felt a strong push in his chest immediately stopped his action. And restore his senses.

Irene looked breathless. Looking in disbelief. He could not understand what had just happened. How could she let Axelle touch her lips that were never touched.

"I'm sorry." Axelle said.

Quick, Irene got up. Then walk to his room. Lock the door tight. He threw his body on the bed. Dunked his face deeply into the pillow. He can only destroy his own stupidity. Who thoughtlessly let Axelle spice it up.

Holy hooch!

What happened to you Irene?

Irene continued to curse her stupidity. Regretting its error.

While Axelle, just smiled thinly. It was very clear what he felt like at this moment.

TB