Natalie felt a sense of frustration, seeing all the paparazzi following her. Someone quickly covered her mouth and dragged her into a quiet corner at that very moment.
She panicked and was about to smash her heels against the person’s face. However, the person suddenly held her wrist, and he said, “It’s me.”
Natalie loosened up her guard and looked at the man.
It was Brandon, with his excellent facial features and tall figure.
“Why are you…?” The man sq***zed the back of Natalie’s head and k**sed her aggressively as she opened her mouth to speak. He pried open the woman’s red l*ps and inserted his t***ue into her mouth.
Brandon’s arms wr*pped around Natalie and drew her into his embrace before she could respond. He pulled his windbreaker to cover her whole face, and soon she could see and hear nothing but him.
Natalie felt her heart skip a beat, and she couldn’t help holding her breath. There was a sound coming from not too far away at the moment.
Out of breath, two reporters hurried over. “Aw, hey, check that out. Some young lovers there are locked in an intimate k**s.”
“I find it dull. Haven’t you k**sed a lady before?” Another news reporter muttered impatiently.
“The woman is wearing an outfit quite similar to Natalie’s. Is it possible she’s the one?”
His friend immediately retorted, “Don’t be foolish. Natalie already has both Draco and Brandon. Is she going to be so hungry that she randomly k**ses a stranger on the street?”
“Indeed, you’re right. But did Natalie perhaps practice sprinting? Instantaneously, she was no longer there.”
“Cut the sh*t! Find her, go ahead. Or else she’ll leave for good.” After a period of conversation, the sound of their footsteps faded away.
Natalie felt ashamed and irritated. What were the news reporters discussing?
Brandon did not let her go until the footsteps were no longer audible.
She felt a sq***ze on her chin from Brandon. His gaze was icy and loaded with menace. “Is there any other guy you have a thing for?”
Natalie, who was compelled to stare at him, approached his ear and k**sed him. “You are the one man I truly love.” 1 Satisfied, Brandon let go of her.
“My car is on the other side. Take my lead and keep up with me.” Pulling her into his arms and covering her with the windbreaker, Brandon clutched her soft hand.
Natalie looked up and saw his striking jawline. Her eyes glowed, and she couldn’t help but smile.
Brandon shoved her inside the car to avoid the reporters who were combing the entire street for her.
A large number of reporters were out looking for her. They were frantically looking for their target while carrying cameras and microphones.
Immediately after getting inside the car, Natalie retreated into the passenger seat, hiding her head in her hands like a snail. “Let’s get moving. I don’t want them to see me!”
“You now look like a snail.” Brandon grinned as he cast a glance in her direction.
When he p**ssed the throttle pedal, the automobile’s engine erupted in a roar. The quick-starting sports car was on its way in no time. When driving, Brandon was quite steady. Natalie felt fine despite her window view of the rapidly receding trees.
When the automobile finally came to a halt in front of their house, Natalie finally stretched out.
The lengthy trip left her hair in a tangled mess.
Natalie said helplessly, “I am comparable to a celebrity who draws a million reporters’ attention! Just what is happening? Certainly, this is out of the ordinary. The news has already been pulled off. Were the paparazzi even supposed to appear out of nowhere and give chase?”
Brandon, hands on the steering wheel, remarked, “The news that had been trending online was taken down from social media. But about an hour ago, someone suddenly appeared and claimed to be the designer from W Marks Studio. She published several pieces about you and Draco on social media, which rekindled public opinion.”
“What the hell are these journalists thinking these days ?!” Natalie couldn’t have been more pissed off.
Brandon stated, “They may have been bought off by the woman who dubbed herself the W Marks’ designer. These journalists have no professional accomplishments or business ethics, in stark contrast to the ones I used to deal with. These folks are well-versed in the art of illegitimate coinage. It takes more than just threats to shut them up.” Softly, Brandon consoled her, “I’ll have someone take care of it later. Take it easy now. Tomorrow, everything will be solved and you can go back to work without worrying about anything.”
Natalie paused for a second, and then said apologetically, “Sorry I have to bothering you every time I find myself in a sticky predicament. You have to do your own things, but I…”
Before she could continue, Brandon lifted a hand to sq***ze her face. Then, with a wry grin on his face, he said, “Remember that, and make it up to me later.” “You…” When Natalie realized what he meant, she melted to the point of blushing. She said, after some reflection, “It must have been Dalores who started all this commotion again. God! She has to pay for it!”
Brandon was honest with her. “I have people watching her all day and night. She ran away. Mrs. Fuller, however, whom she has previously angered, is also on the lookout for her. Let’s see how long she can keep hiding. I bet not for long!”
Natalie exhaled a breath of relief and remarked, “Well, then, let’s go home.” 3
They didn’t have to put in too much time or effort since there were still others trying to find Dalores. When Natalie opened the door to get out, Brandon grabbed her arm and pulled her back inside.
“What’s the matter?” Natalie asked in a curious tone.
“Why did you assist Draco in getting off the car? His previous illness deteriorated his legs?” Brandon inquired grumpily.
Natalie remained silent for a while after hearing his complaint. She pretended to be furious by pursing her l*ps. But the sparkle in her eyes was impossible to hide. “That’s a complicated question to pose at this time.”
Brandon shot Natalie a quick, sheepish glance from the side. He told her, “Now, don’t misunderstand me. I trust you. Frankly, I’m simply nosy.”
Natalie smiled adorably as she looked at this cute guy.
New Book: Beginning with a Daring Encounter
Celsie was tired of being labeled as an introvert, workaholic, and dull virgin by her friends. Determined to prove them wrong, she made a bet that she would do something daring on her 25th birthday. Now that the day had arrived, it was time to fulfill her promise. On her daring to-do list, there was one task: a one-night stand with someone.
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