A Beautiful Misunderstanding

"Zac, how do you feel about going to the seaside today?" Essie said as she sat at the corner of his bed.

He squinted at her. "Is this Mandy's idea? Are you really planning to use the same old trick towards me?" He was not going to fall for her tricks this time. In fact, he had grown more vigilant to all Essie's suggestions.

"It's my idea," she protested. "My business has been doing well these past two months. In fact, I've received lots of orders. Plus, it's such a rare chance for Mandy to take a day off. She has a car too, so how about we go out and have some fun?" Essie plastered a smile on her face. She had worked hard earning all that money, she was not planning to let it all go to waste just because she couldn't help her friend get her dream man.

Zac leaned back on the chair. "I don't want to go. You can go by yourselves." He waved his hand dismissively. "I would rather have some quiet time."

Essie rolled her eyes. "I'm pretty enough to attract different sorts of men. Wouldn't you worry for my safety?"

"I'm not worried the slightest."

"Why not?" Essie frowned. Ever since her last fashion show, she had been ordered not to talk to any unfamiliar men, watch different men, or even to touch any other men except for him. In fact, he already treated her as if she was his own property, and now he was going to act like he didn't care for her?

That ass!

As if he could read her mind, a smile weaved its way into his lips. "They're not as handsome as me. I'm sure you aren't interested in them."

for words. Although what he said was the truth, did he really

idea came to

her room and took out two cups filled with three dice each. "How about we'll roll the dice?" she suggested.

Not only did he lose thirteen times in the past rounds, but he had also lost every bet tied to

his luck

the biggest

handed one cup

before releasing it on the desk.

Five, six, six.

cup in her hand, she shook the

his legs crossed, Zac lay on the back of his chair leisurely. She wasn't going to win the game unless she came out with a six, six, six. At

dice fell onto

Six, six, six.

the hell? How was that even

help but burst into laughter. At this point, she was already considering on packing up her stuff and leaving for Vegas. Maybe then, she'd have