What does she gots to say to me now?

She lets go of my hair and smirks. "Just wait. You'll regret speaking to me like this."

"Okay. I'll wait for you to do something." I shrug as I stand up straight again, towering over her because of my heels. "But.... let me be clear here. It's you who's gonna be doing something right? Don't get your daddy's help, then let's see if you're not all talk."

Carolina clicks her tongue before heading back to Eisuke and Soryu. I stay behind to fix my disheveled hair. Looking at myself in the mirror, analyzing myself about what I had just done.

"I'm about to get a cap busted on my ass." I sigh as I whisper, washing my hands. Yep I'm going to die.

Ugh but I always gotta act so hard and tough huh. Even towards the daughter of a mafia leader. It's suicide.

I'd better hope she doesn't say anything to Eisuke, because I sure as hell won't be. Unless I have another death wish.

"What took you so long?" Soryu scowls at me as soon as I leave the bathroom.

"I was too busy admiring myself in the mirror. Especially my eyebrows. Woo...they on fleek today."

He lifts an eyebrow at my slang usage. I sigh. Of course he wouldn't get it.

"My eyebrows are very...even and well drawn today." I rephrase. He throws me a confused look. I do the same. "What? still don't get it?"

"Your eyebrows...aren't real?" He asks examining them closely.

What?

"No, they're real." I pause, is he playing dumb or? No, Soryu ain't the type to act that way. "I just filled them in with a brow pencil.."

"A brown pencil?"

"Uh no..." Hm this guy really is clueless, most guys probably are. "I'll explain later."

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So after more touring around with Carolina's bratty ass, we get back to the hotel. Eisuke does the chore of escorting her back to her room, while I on the other hand- I began doing something productive, also known as, starting to look for articles about me online.

'Rumour Has It: Demolishes 2ne1 for Millionaire Eisuke Ichinomiya!'

"Oh my god that's not true at all!" I mutter under my breath. I sat in the penthouse living room alone with Soryu, whom overheard my small remark. He looks up from his book with a glare. "What is it woman?"

I turn my head towards him and roll my eyes. "The media is making people believe that I left my group for Eisuke, which is ridiculously wrong."

He stares at me for a while before going back to his book without a word.

What the heck? Why did he ask if he didn't care?

"So then you don't have nothing to say about this?"

"I don't understand what the big deal is. I mean, it's partly true isn't it? You made that deal with Eisuke." He speaks up.

"..." I stare at him, pissed because he was wrong too. "...No, I made the deal with Eisuke after I was kicked out. You see, I didn't leave the group, I got fired."

"I still don't get why it bothers you. It's common for women to leave everything behind to be with a rich man. You're set for life, and that's what the media thinks-"

I sit next to Soryu and pull down his book to draw his eyes to mine. I lean in a bit closer to him.

I smile as I speak in almost a whisper. "I don't care if it's common for women. It's not common for me and it makes me look bad."

I stand back, and chuckle. "I'm desperate for money now, but that's only because I need it to start making money myself. Don't misinterpret the situation like they do."

I start walking away from him and into my room he and the rest of the world don't understand that this is how the entertainment world works. If they pick you up and start funding you to become famous; advertising, image, concerts, producers and more has to be invested in.

It takes more than talent.

I stop in my tracks before stepping into my room. "You know, the only thing I hate the most about my job, is having to deal with people judging me all the time. I know it's stupid, because obviously, if i'm gonna be out there, i'm going to have to deal with it, and cope with it."

I sigh. "At one point, somewhere in the beginning of my career I think I shut down, when I rebooted, I wasn't myself anymore. Now i'm this...bitch who has anger issues and doesn't stand for anyone's shit. I hated it at first, but now..i've got to say I kinda love it...even though it cost me my career...-"

I finished my sentence then realized that I was starting to tell soryu of my life story. He most likely didn't want to hear about it...so I quickly shut my mouth and apologized...for some reason.

"S-sorry..." Wait why am I apologizing? "I-I mean... I just needed to get that off my chest okay? So bye!"

I didn't dare look back to see his reaction, so I just ran into my room painfully embarrassed.

Ugh what the hell is wrong with me? I feel like my personality has gone all over the place today.

"Sheesh...who am I?" I breath out a sigh as I bang my head softly on the door I had just shut. My face felt warm and I was feeling confused.

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After a few hours of being a bit butt hurt about my own actions, I take out my small, pocket notebook that I carried in my purse.

I began writing effortlessly.

'I think there may be something wrong with me. I've been keeping up my hard attitude, but for some reason I think it's starting to fall apart. Not all the time...it's just a few moments but...'

I lift the black pen from the paper and take a moment to think.

The times when I crumble are...

I begin thinking back to the time that I cried in front of Soryu...and then my little outburst just now.

Soryu was there for both of them.

I continue writing, finishing my thoughts on paper.

'..but now that I think about it, Soryu, one of the guys here in the shady penthouse has always been there through my little dilemmas so far. Could it be that I break down because he's there? Do...I trust this guy!?'