A Crazy Night Novel

The man had a head of dazzling straw–colored hair and emitted a fearsome aura.

Nathaniel removed his shades to regard the contractor with an icy glare as if to warn the latter that he would not hold back against another word of disrespect against Christina.

The contractor was not afraid of the tiny woman, but he was concerned about breaching the contract, incurring the blame of his employer, and worst of all, receiving the fist of the man with the straw–colored hair.

Swallowing his anger, he slipped the contact back into his pocket. “I have another three and a half days. I guarantee we will complete the job.”

Christina descended from the stool, satisfied.

She was in no hurry to leave. As a preventive measure to dissuade them from procrastinating, she remained behind to keep a watchful eye.

“Let’s get some coffee, Mr. Bodyguard.” She turned around to address the hulking figure.

Nathaniel noticed Christina’s smile. For once, she was not complaining about him tailing her, and it cheered him up.

In single file, the pair entered a narrow alley, where time seemed to have slowed down. Christina suddenly felt conspicuous, as if a tail had grown out of her; she was attracting attention wherever she went.

At the window–side café beneath a red and white striped tent, Christina bought two cups of coffee and handed one to the man.

Nathaniel took it. The pair then headed back and settled into the seats at the venue.

A slight breeze tugged at the strands of her hair that were tucked behind her ear. Beneath her fluttering lashes, her eyes twinkled. Her delicate features, outlined against the sun’s overcast glare, made her look like the subject of a dreamy painting.

Christina’s gaze fell on the workers. Watching their gradual progress, she felt a little more at ease.

Then, she went through her list of contacts for some popular models and influencers–artists she had once worked with.

She made three phone calls and received three rejections. They either claimed not to have the time or were tentative to commit.

“Your studio is embroiled in a scandal. People would think I condone the distribution of counterfeit goods if I attended your event,” said one influencer scathingly before she hung up.

phone and sighed softly.

show. It wouldn’t matter how

turned to regard him. His cold and proud demeanor seemed to exert a force field that kept others at bay. Despite the proximity the

ignored him. Instead, she kept making

those, in turn, ended in

you putting in so much effort? It’s just a design studio. I believe Mr. Hadley would open a hundred studios for you if you would just

up. As soon as they heard her voice, however, they

was curt and

him, Christina continued perusing

is chattier than usual

your fashion show. To them, doing business with an insincere brand is a slap to the

the brand, the slightest taint to its reputation would be met with the same disdain by the celebrities, and even more so for a tiny studio like

him, Christina uttered the name that sprang

froze, his grip on her

I exposed myself?

“You look like him Do you bodyguards working for the Hadley family share a temperament with your boss?”

equally bossy

were to leave, I won’t be leaving a mess for Yosef to clean

which had just subsided, to rise again. “Are you doing this

responsibility to restore the studio to what it once was before I leave.” I wouldn’t

bit his lower up.

than her for Yosef. She puts in so much effort for Yosef. What

from her

gaze even through his shades. “Is it your responsibility to leave children

Christina’s wrist began to hurt. She frowned, displeased. “This is my personal business.

the hostile tone, she snatched back

her a sense of oppression. “Do you like Yosef? Do

question, Nathaniel felt his heartthrob.

I will kick Yosef’s ass.