His Toxic Addiction
Chapter 225: He Worships His Wife.

Chapter 225: He Worships His Wife.

The cameras were held high, a woman lay on the floor, her face covered with soft glam makeup, mixed with smoky eyes and hot red lips.

The makeup was a perfect combination of innocent, seductive, and laid-back beauty.

She was akin to a demoness of seduction. Her whole body screamed perfection with curves in the right places.

She was in a black swimsuit, with her silky black hair pouring over her face like curtains, she tiled her hair for the next shot.

The whole work looked perfect, the cameras kept on taking as many shots as possible and the poise instructor kept on giving more orders.

There was a low-key frown on the instructor’s face. She wasn’t so pleased with the woman’s development but she decided not to say it. This was Jocelyn Scarlett Grayson before her and it should be an honor she was coaching the world’s hottest model but not anymore.

The hottest and most perfect model before her kept on making terrible mistakes which makes her wonder if she just slept her way to the modeling top.

Geal frowned when he watched the shot being taken. "Cut!!" he ordered. His eyes fell on the blue-eyed beauty and with great anger burning inside of him, he walked towards her.

Celia, who’s Jocelyn’s real manager but now has to become Freya’s manager stood before her model when the furious angry man walked towards them.

Freya picked herself from the floor the moment Geal stood before her. The cameras came down and the instructor let out a breath of fresh air.

At least her boss isn’t sentimental just because Jocelyn is an A-lister. The mistakes she was making were akin to a toddler in the modeling world.

Geal angrily threw the paper files at Freya. "Pick them up," he ordered harshly, "Aren’t you Jocelyn Scarlett Grayson? What’s wrong with you this time around? You have taken photo shots more than this, what’s so difficult here?" he thundered at her and her manager.

The instructor almost laughed at her boss’s temper. How would he throw the papers he was holding and still order the poor girl to pick them up? Why did he not just hold it and say all he wanted to?

It was funny and seemed mental but hey! That’s how her boss rules when angered and she loved him that way. Stressing you unnecessarily was enough to let you know that he was mad at you even without words.

She stepped back, leaned on the wall, and watched Jocelyn get scolded. She respected this woman but not anymore. Not after realizing she slept her way to the top.

She felt for the girls who idolized this model in every aspect. It was just so sad to know she slept her way up and made the directors give good reviews about her.

Geal was more furious at himself right now. He would have just picked anyone but he wanted the best and now the best ended up wasting the whole of his time.

A simple shot where she just have to pull out the right emotions was becoming so difficult for her. How? Why? She’s the most sorted-out model. Why would fashion brands search for her if she wasn’t perfect in what she does?

However, she was perfect. Geal could boast of that as he had watched a lot of her shows. Who is this person became his question. The fakeness of this person was too glaring that he can’t avoid it.

With a red face, Freya bent to the floor and picked up the files. Standing straight, she faced Geal with an honest countenance, trying to hide the fact she wasn’t good at this and was only using the idol she so admires face.

Geal pinched the skin between his brows. This wasn’t supposed to take so long but they spent the whole of yesterday on this and also the whole of this morning.

His brand is the face of all brands and has to be perfect beyond imagination. He has so many fans and haters alike so he always dives in for the best and that was why he did all he could to get the hottest A-lister model for his latest launch. He would have used the ones in the country but he needed a new face, vibe, and a whole new excitement.

When he says excitement, he was talking about the naughty aspect of it but about the vibe, it was strictly working and he can’t accept what he was getting.

How would an A-lister act like a baby in the modeling world? Or possibly she doesn’t want the show? His pay a lot of models ran after was too little for her or what?

"You don’t want to do these shots?" he asked straightforwardly. There was no smile on his handsome face.

Celia and Freya froze, it wasn’t even up to a week and he was already asking them a question like this. Celia knew Freya wasn’t so good but the brand company wants no other person than Jocelyn.

This would give her millions of dollars so she couldn’t afford to let it slip. Freya’s naive and in a desperate search for fame so she decided to use her as a substitute.

She was just a little shorter than Jocelyn but that wasn’t noticeable which makes her a perfect candidate.

Also, there was nothing exercise and dieting can’t do. In short, she spent the past two months coaching Freya with Jocelyn’s routine, and thankfully now, their body shapes are almost the same.

The face was a whole different story and experience. She made the girl have surgery on it. Spending thousands of dollars for millions of dollars was worth it.

The highest-paying company has been in her mind for a while now and when they came offering themselves, Jocelyn was nowhere to be found.

She went too far but this would also benefit Freya. It would benefit everyone and even Jocelyn. The girl needs a break and she offered it.

However, she was beginning to get scared. The question just asked was a no-joke question. The man before her has an ill temper and with Jocelyn or no Jocelyn, he might replace them.

What was wrong with Freya? Can’t she pull off that poise?

Celia cleared her throat, getting the glaring CEO and the close-to-tears Freya’s attention on her. "I think she has to rest. We have practiced for twenty hours now, non-stop,"

Geal snapped, "You both caused it." he hissed, "Is there something you aren’t telling me?" he asked, refusing to believe the figure before him was Jocelyn.

He felt nothing. No model charisma from her, no air of an A-lister, no seductive grin, nothing! He has watched Jocelyn Grayson interviews a lot before he began this new clothing line.

She always carried herself with a graceful air and know when and how to wink at the camera. She usually fleets with him through the cameras even though they haven’t met in person and now they have, where did all those charms disappear to?

He was happy when his secretary told him they have arrived. The idea of a new p*ssy on his bed thrilled him.

He doesn’t bribe them to bed, and neither does he threaten them to bed. He only gives them the right amount of flirtatious comments and grins and before you know it, they would be on his bed.

He wanted Jocelyn Grayson so badly. She was perfect in what she does but that aside, he wanted to make her pay for all the times she caused him to masturbate by just watching her sensual shots.

This isn’t Jocelyn. If she is, he was supposed to feel his sex appeal crawling out but he felt nothing. All feelings were just blank.

Now all excitement and his urge to continue with the shot was dead. He was beyond furious.

"Mr. Hernandez, what do you mean?" Celia spoke up this time. Freya beside her face was now as white as paper. She was tired of acting like an imposter.

This Geal was different from what she had expected. On-screen, he looks all charming and loving. He could be tagged as one who can’t hurt a fly but can give s*x as hot as hell on the bed.

She turned to Celia, waiting for what her manager would say. She tried to figure the woman out. Would she call the real Jocelyn back or would they drop the offer?

She opts for the latter. She wants fame and not the fame that comes with being an imposter. The world would trample on her if they find out, no one would listen to her and she agreed with that situation.

She doesn’t want that for herself.

"Everyone out!" Geal half yelled.

The situation was on the verge of taking the best of him. "You both included," he snapped at the two figures still standing before him.

Freya and Celia scrambled away from the ill-tempered man. Geal sat on one of the provided chairs in anger.

"Valeria," he called the instructor/ his best friend over the years who was still in the hall with him.

Valeria stood straight from the walk and walked towards him. A smile on her face, "You’re honey," she pointed out.

She has known her best friend for years down to every detail about him. Though they stayed away for ten years, they knew each other deepest and darkest.

Geal sighed. "Exactly why I sent them all away," he answered. "Find me someone and book a hotel for me. Don’t forget to keep an eye on those two,"

Valeria nodded, "Why keep an eye on them?"

"That isn’t Jocelyn," he simply said and stood up, "Tell the whole team to take a rest,"

Valeria pondered for a short while. "Do you think it’s okay to visit Nicklaus? I heard he already has a wife?"

"He does," Geal clarified, "But I doubt he even remembers your name," he added.

Valeria nodded with her lips thinned. "But that doesn’t mean he won’t look at me," she crackled, amused.

"Trust me, he won’t."

Valeria flicked her long wavy brunette hair over her shoulder. "He would. He switch’s a lot and I bet he would be bored of his wife after their first night," she clicked her tongue, annoyed. "...as usual,"

Geal stared into her blue eyes. "You would get hurt if you try. He worships his wife to a fault which makes it a million times harder to get his attention," he stood up and drooped his hand on her shoulder, "Don’t try your work. It won’t work and also, she bites," he added referring to Arissa to tight nature.

Valeria rolled her eyes and her mood switched back to professional. "I’d tell the team what you said. Keep your phone close, I’d send a location soon," her mood switched again to a friend and then she winked at him before leaving the hall.

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