Taming A Billionaire

The third point of view:

To Anabelle, Isabella and Pedro were the only friends she had. She was sure those ones wouldn't betray her, unlike other females who are nothing but wolves in sheep clothing. To Anabelle, her team and working partners were just acquaintances. She wasn't in the market for any friend ever again. 

Anabelle was led to the main table and there she met Alec, the CEO of the multi-global brand, "Suez" the brand she just modeled their clothes.

She had met him on several occasions but their conversation had been more formal and not lasted more than a minute. Even when she decided to work with him on this summer project, her manager had been the one who handled the procedures. The only time they conversed was during one of the rehearsal sessions, he had come to check up on the clothes in case of amendments, particularly hers - she was the star of the occasion.

Sincerely, Anabelle had not expected him to talk to him since he was known to be all serious during business. But he did and was really a cool man. Having such a big brand at age thirty without coming from a rich background like hers, was a huge feat.. She admired him.

By the way, what was he even doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be selling his hotlines of clothing that would be booming right after the show? Why was he at a party hosted by the team? He was quite a strange man.

"Anabelle!" He called her with that foreign accent of his that was smooth to the hearing. He smiled at her, the two dimples at the side of his cheeks deepening.

Alright, Anabelle was not going to deny it, the man was handsome. Well, that's an understatement, he's kind of hot. He had this blueish green mesmerizing eyes and tousled brown hair that always looks as if he just stepped out of bed. But Anabelle knew the reason for that, she heard the other girls say it. As a designer who relies on inspiration, Mr. Alec had a way of ruffling his hair each time he ran out of ideas. It was as if doing so would bring back the much-needed idea.

Then he had two thick eyebrows and lashes that Anabelle was highly jealous of. How could God give a guy all that? It was so unfair. Hence, on one hand, Mr. Alec was a blessed man. Sadly, Anabelle was now into bad men with tattoos like Julie. She must be stupid to find those features on Julie's body hot - the previous Anabelle doesn't like bad boys.

"Have a seat," He said, making space for her to take the seat he had kept empty all this while beside him.

Some of the girls who dinned with them at the long table, their features distorted at once the instant they saw Anabelle sit beside the man. They had tried to occupy the position but the man politely rejected them. Well, she's the top model, her treatment would be different. They choose to believe that, instead of the growing suspicion that Alec might be interested in Anabelle.

"Thank you, Mr. Alec," Anabelle didn't reject the offer. After all, it wasn't every day that you get to sit with such a great personality.

Alec chuckled, "Please stop that,"

"Stop what?" Anabelle was confused.

"Calling me Mr. Alec," He smiled at her, "You're the only one that calls me Alec and it makes me feel like we're standing on tradition. I don't like it, it's too restricting,"

"Huh?" Anabelle was stunned by his comment, "Oh," She realized what he meant. But then, wasn't their relationship supposed to be formal. Well, unless he wanted to be her friend - a friend she would keep at arm's length. Sorry, but blame that on her trust issues about friendship. 

"Sure, Mr. Alec," She said to him and saw the way his lips tugged to the side in a smile again. He must really like smiling, Anabelle thought. 

"Better," he smirked.

She took hold of the beer and poured it out into her glass cup. Tonight, Anabelle was going to drink until she forgets she had a boyfriend called Julie. That unfaithful asshole! That brat who couldn't keep his promise!

"I hope you can hold your liquor," Alec turned towards her as he asked. 

Anabelle raised a questioning brow as she sipped her beer, "Why do you ask?" She set the glass down. 

"Because tonight is about you. You did marvelously well at the show," He was proud of her. 

"Wait, isn't this party organized by the team…." Anabelle trailed off as it dawned on her. Now she thought about it, which of the team member would organize a party at this ridiculously expensive club. Not unless he or she was earning in six figures like her. 

It was Sir Alec's doing. No doubt. No wonder, he was here as well. He looks so carefree tonight. 

"You flatter me," Anabelle laughed nervously, "But it's teamwork," She went on, "If the backstage hadn't done their work, photographers, videographers, hair and makeup stylists, sound and lighting technicians, as well as media coordinators and my fellow models hasn't done their work Perfectly, I wouldn't have had the chance to shine nor would this have been possible," Anabelle explained. 

For a minute, nobody said a word as they were astounded by Anabelle's wise words. As a top model, she had been the night of the night yet she didn't take the glory. She chooses to honor others' contributions to the show. It was a rare trait in humans and most of them were grateful for that. 

"Not only are you rich, intelligent, and beautiful as well, you have a kind heart. Gosh, Anabelle be my wife," One of the crew members joked and they burst into laughter - some faked it just not to be seen as envious by the others. They were jealous of the attention Anabelle was getting. 

One of the crew members slapped the other who made such a ridiculous request at the back of his head, "Shut up! Do you think Anabelle doesn't have a boyfriend far more than you?" 

And at that statement, everyone turned to her with questioning eyes. 

"Just great,"