$6000
That lady's eyes widened as she glanced at me. She didn't seem to expect me to act that way. She handed me a glass of water and said, "Ms. drink this." I took it and drank it all at once. I added, "hmmp, please call him right now."
"Ms., I can't wake him up," she stated once more. Is she joking with me? If you can't, I'll have to take care of it.
"OK, then I'll have to do this," I said as I walked upstairs. She said, "Ms. Wait." I completely disregarded her. He has no right to waste my time like this. I found a door lock and twisted the knob, but it was locked. So here you are.
She said, "Ms. No, please." "You are free to do your task, ma'am. Let me speak with him ", I said, as I began loudly banging on his door. "Open the door, Mr. Xavier, " I urged.
I called him several times but got no response. This man is a jerk! I screamed at the top of my lungs. After a minute, the door was opened. I noticed a man rubbing his eyes. I checked him over from bottom to top, even though he was dressed in pajamas. I shifted my gaze from his navel to his abs to his chest in slow motion. Fuck! I covered my nose with my hand.
"Who is this?" my gaze was drawn to him by a heated voice. Oh my God, he's so freaking handsome, gorgeous, and seductive. I bit my lower lip as I thought about his luscious figure. Will I cooperate with this seductive man? Suddenly "Sir, my apologies. She is your designer, "added the lady.
He fixed his gaze on me. I took a deep breath and wiped my nose. I couldn't chastise him if he looked at me like this. No, you must concentrate, Eva. He wasted your valuable time. You have to ask for compensation. "Hey Mr., what is the time now?" I replied, taking a big breath.
He didn't say anything, but gestured at the lady to go. I glared fiercely at him. "I'm asking you a question," I said. He yawned and apologized. What the fuck? How irresponsible he is!
My veins erupted with rage as a result of his responses. I sat there for nearly three hours while you slept in your soft bed. You made a mistake by messing with a terrible girl. " Mr." I added, "I want you downstairs in 10 ten minutes." "Wait, what did you say?" he asked, his brow furrowed. I added, "You have 10 minutes." "Are you commanding me?" he asked.
"I'm commanding you, Mr. Xavier." You are almost three hours late. Do you know how much one hour of compensation is? It costs $2,000. "And because you wasted my three hours, you must pay me $6,000," I explained.
Please forgive me for deceiving, God. I need to teach him something. "And listen, if you're this irresponsible, I might reconsider working with you. " Is that clear? I said, "I can't work with an irresponsible boy."
Hearing my statement, he remained silent for a moment before abruptly saying, "Then there's no need to work with me." He was going to close the door as he said this. No way! Maybe I show a little of my attitude. I extended my leg between the door and tried to stop him from closing it.
"Ahh," I groaned.
"My leg?" "You banged the door on my leg," I sobbed. Xavier took a close look at my foot.
He stated, "I'm very sorry. I didn't want to offend you. " In a split second, he touched my foot. Oh, my goodness! hehe! My performance is very outstanding.
"Ahh!"
"I can't walk," I said. Xavier gave me an anxious look. He may be a model, but he is still a child in this atmosphere. Anyone can easily fool him. "Excuse me, can you walk?" he asked.
"No way, my foot. ooh, "I placed my hand on the doorknob. Xavier extended his hand to take my hand in his, but he hesitated. I whimpered a bit loudly when I saw him like this. "Mr., you have hurt me. I never imagined my client would be that cruel to me "..
As he held my waist, he muttered, "I'm very sorry." His hands were trembling. Wow, that's not awful, but I'd like it if he carried me up. He helped me get a seat on his bed. I had a peek around his room, which was in a state of disarray.
"You sit here," he said as he left the room. His clothes were strewn on the floor, and his books were strewn across the bed; it was a shambles. How can a man possibly live here? Is he not allowing anyone inside this room? He walked in with an aid kit within a split second. He approached me and began bandaging my foot. I know that's not a serious injury, but if he wants to treat it, why not allow him? We sat in silence. "Don't you know how to tidy your room?" I blurted out. He glanced at me and remarked, "Are you a house decorator?" after hearing me. My eyes expanded. He got up after bandaging my foot and remarked, "Why don't you check your model instead of looking elsewhere?" I nodded and offered him a bright smile. He's quite straightforward.
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