THE GIRL[EP5]

Episode 5—
“You don’t love
someone because
they’re perfect, you
love them in spite of
the fact that they’re
not.” ― Jodi Picoult, My
Sister’s Keeper
Eros’ POV
“Hi. Um… I’m Gretchen.”
The girl who wore black
miniskirt and gray shirt
with a plunging neckline
giggled. Her eyes were
flirtatious, batting her
thick false eyelashes at
me.
“I’m Summer.” The
other girl flashed her
even white teeth. Her
bright red lipstick made
her lips popped out.
“Yes?” Donovan
frowned, asking the
girls what they wanted.
“Um… would you mind, if
we join you?”
Donovan looked around,
checking for a vacant
table. He cleared his
throat and smiled at
them. “There are still a
lot of vacant tables
around.”
Both girls flushed and
then giggled, eyeing at
me.
“Actually, um… we just
want to introduce
ourselves.” The girl
called Summer, swayed
her hips and bent a little
to flaunt her cup DD
b----t size.
“Ok. I’m Bond. James
Bond.” I heard Donovan
introduce himself. I was
amused, my eyebrows
rose at him. I was still
on the phone, giving
instructions to my
executive secretary.
The two girls lifted
their eyebrows, and
then shrugged their
shoulders.
“Um… what’s his
name?” One girl pointed
her forefinger at me.
“Stark. Tony Stark.”
I almost choked on my
coffee when I heard
him say Iron Man’s
name.
“Your’re kidding, right?
He couldn’t be Iron
man.”
“Whatever.” The girl
with a red lipstick
looked at me with
puppy eyes.
“Um… we’re wondering
if you could hang out
with us later. Go to the
mall, watch a movie,
and then go to a bar or
something.”
“We’re very busy, girls.
We have a lot of work
to do. We don’t have
the time for that.” I
heard Donovan rejected
their offer lightly.
“Ohh…. That’s so boring.”
“Ya, and very lame
excuse. I’m sure, your
boss wouldn’t mind.”
The other girl stomped
her feet childishly.
I had enough with
them. I turned off my
phone and faced the girl
who stomped her feet.
“Awww, it’s so cute
when you try to talk
about things you don’t
understand. I bet the
smartest thing that
have ever come out of
your mouth was a
pe*is.”
The girls glared at me
and then looked at each
other’s eyes. It took
them a while to register
that I insulted them.
With furious eyes, they
stormed out of the
coffee shop.
Donovan Grant, who
was more than just my
personal driver and
bodyguard, drove my
Bugatti Veyron this
morning. I had a
hangover. I drank too
much alcohol last night.
I attended a friend’s
birthday party. The
crowd was full of
socialites and
celebrities. It was
rather wild. D--n it! I
even brought a girl in
my apartment. Not just
any girl, but the famous
model, Kendra Packer.
I usually dated a girl
thrice before bringing
her in my apartment.
But last night, when
Kendra Packer was
introduced to me, she
wouldn’t leave my side.
She was clutching my
arm all the time. I didn’t
have a reason to
complain, because she
was smoking’ hot and
gorgeous. Every man in
the party wanted her.
And she knew her
prowess to attract
every single man that
was why she was very
confident that she could
have me.