Verena's POV

"I really like it when you dress like this." he groaned referring to my outfit which was a crop top with a pair of shorts. He then moved his head back into my neck

"Then I guess I'm never wearing this again." I replied and gasped afterwards when he gently bit me on my collar bone.

"What gives you the permission?" I whispered when he laced his fingers with mine. I whimpered as well when he bit my neck.

"This does.." he answered adjusting the ring on my finger.

"I can...report you for...marital rape you know." I said in between moans due to the way he was sucking the skin on my neck.

"I wont be guilty because.." he pressed himself against me. "you're enjoying what I'm doing." he smirked against my skin. Heat from him spread over me and the blood in my body moved all over when I felt his bulge on my stomach.

Oh..

You know for a while I didn't even stop to imagine that we were doing this in a pantry.

"And I have every right to do this.." he whispered sneaking his hand into my top from my back.

"Rodney!" I squealed softly and he chuckled at my reaction. what a jerk.

I tried to suppress a moan but it wasn't so easy. His lips tortured me below my ear down the hollow of my neck. his gentle fingers fondled the side of my waist and my heart palpitated when he whispered sweet nothings into my ear.

Then, his naughty fingers roamed under my bra and he chuckled looking at my widened eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll never do this unless you want me to." he said. I wanted to tell him to carry on but I was just so..speechless.

His hands came out and he rested on my waist and glided down to my hips and I started shivering because I knew what was next.

He moving me up close confirmed my thoughts and my arms had a mind of a mind of their own as they draped around his neck. We were so close and I loved the way my chest was pressed against his.

And then I thought...this was the perfect time to let him have a taste of his own medicine.

A gulp he did confirmed how much he wanted to devour my lips. His hand moved to the back of my neck and he gently moved my face closer. I shut my eyes and pursed my lips

"Verena." he groaned pressing his thumb below my ear. I removed one of my arms and trailed my lips on the line of his jaw.

"You want to kiss me don't you?" I repeated his words earlier this morning. I heard him groan and I smirked. I pecked his cheek and gently pushed him away and gave him a dubious slow wink.

"Bye, Hubby!" I giggled, opened the door and left the pantry. Air passed over me and cooled me down from the heat in the pantry. My legs shook as I wobbled into our bedroom to prepare for my job next week.

A while later, Esme came in later looking drowsy and she flopped onto our bed. I smiled and placed her properly on the bed.

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"All the best, sweetheart." Rodney about to pinch my cheeks and I swat his hand away from ruining my make up.

"Bye Mommy." Esme giggled and I smiled at her before I got out of the car and watched Rodney drive away. Then I turned to face the huge building in front of me.

I confidently walked in and entered the reception. The lady was nice and calm, unlike me. She asked me a few questions and handed me a form to fill. There was my first name, and then my maiden names and other details. When I finished I handed the lady the form and she went through. Then, she handed me a number tag

"Uh, sweetie, you'll find the English Spanish section on the 16th floor." she informed me. her voice was laced with a thick Portuguese accent. I thanked her and left to find the elevator. I found it and pressed my finger on the button and waited a while.

Because even if it took years, there was no way I was opting for the staircase. The lift opened and I saw a guy who looked oddly familiar..but I just couldn't remember where I saw him. I entered anyways and stood directly opposite him.

"Hi." He smiled at me.

"Um..hello." I responded awkwardly.

"Im Reuben Alto."

"Verena Sanchez." I said back.

"Are you Spanish?" he inquired.

"Uh yes.."

"From Mexico?"

"No, Spain." I answered.

"Oh that's nice." he said. he was really good looking..like he was in his middle twenties.

"I reckon you're new here?" he asked,

"Yes.."

"Verena Sanchez you say.." he muttered opening a file in his hands. "Number 8..." he trailed looking at the number tag around my neck. "Guess what.. I'm your manager." he beamed at me and I just smiled forcefully in return.

We reached the said floor and I saw other girls too with tags around their necks. Most of them were really slim and it made me feel a little bit insecure about my broad hips.

I intereacted with a few of them who appeared o be quite nervous. Everyone was appropriately dressed, except some few girls who thought skirts which looked like headbands were more better.

"Excuse me." one of them approached me. she had platinum blonde hair and hazel blue eyes and she sure was hella slim.

in response to her call, I simply folded my arms and rose a brow at her.

"Are you sure you're in the right place?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked sounding so mean.

"You know..you look like someone who needs to hit the gym" she said eyeing me up and down.

"Uh...English?" I snarkly requested.

"Sweetie I reckon you ain't dumb. I just hope that you aren't here to embarrass yourself." she smiled and the girls chuckled amongst themselves.

"Well you could at least be sensible and go straight to the point?"

"Oh so you want that one instead? alright. what I mean is what is a fat bitch like you doing here?"She asked and I held in the urge to slap her accross her plastic face.

I passed her a fake smile.

"Ma'am, just because you don't have fine curves and dips like me doesn't mean you should insult me. understand? " I chuckled I heard series of gasps, hers inclusive.

"You just messed with the wrong person, this isn't over." She threatened.

"Okay.". I simply shrugged and walked past her to pull out my phone only to see eight unread messages from Rodney

Babe
I miss you
Please hide and reply
Sweetheart🥺
I'm hungry

And many more. I smiled at my screen but I didn't get to reply because we were called back by the manager for the shots.

We were all given turns and in the end only six out of the eighteen of us were evicted.

"So.. we're done...but only two of you will take the shoot section and the rest will take the runaway section.". My heart was pounding because I really wanted to be one of the two.

"And we'll let you know on our next meeting." He stated and we were dismissed.

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