Mr stranger's pov
Mr stranger's pov
Christopher Andrew, my best man and one of the most sought-after models in the industry, was killing the game! His modeling career was booming, with top brands clamoring for his chiseled features and charming smile. He'd graced the covers of top fashion magazines and strutted down catwalks for designers like Gucci and Prada. And despite all the fame and fortune, he remained one of the sweetest guys I knew. "Hey man, you want to escort me for my fittings today?" he asked with a playful grin. "Nah, I replied, please, just this once. We'll be back in a few; I need a second hand." He told me, and I scoffed. "Come on, it'll be fun, I promise!" he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I glared at him, and replied, "Fine, man, I'll escort you. I have something to pick up for Jasmine too; she said she wanted a Prada bag." Christopher shrugged, "Jasmine really has many people spoiling her; I just got her a Cartier jewelry set yesterday." "Yeah, she's my younger sister, and you're like her second brother; it's not her fault that she has two of the most eligible, rich, and wealthy bachelors in LA as her brothers, and they're wrapped around her tiny finger."
I wasn't surprised by his success or impressed by his luxurious Audi A8, but I was proud of the man he'd become. We'd been friends for years, and I'd seen him work tirelessly to achieve his dreams. As we entered the Dior store, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration for my friend. He was living his best life, and it showed.
We got out of the car, and I nodded in approval at his luxurious Audi A8. The sleek design and plush leather seats were a testament to his hard work and dedication. We entered the mall, locating the Dior store, and before entering, we put on our nose masks to avoid drawing attention from the paparazzi. The receptionist ushered us in, and we pulled off our masks. I sat down on the soft cushion sofa while Christopher started his fittings... A few minutes passed, and I saw a young, vibrant girl with a bubbly character – Layla – walk up to Chris. Her bright smile and infectious energy drew him in, and they started talking. Their characters matched, and I could tell they exchanged numbers; she was clearly a fan, but not the obsessive type. She didn't even ask for a picture, which was rare compared to other girls I'd seen around Chris.
I ignored them and checked my phone to reply to some emails, but the network was bad in the reception, and I was starting to get tired and bored. Layla looked up at me, asking if I had network issues, and I replied, "Yes." With a mischievous glint in her eyes that turned serious immediately, she told me, "The network is better in the ladies' changing room, and nobody's there at the moment." I turned my heel to go to the changing room, thinking I heard Layla say, "You may or may not see a lady in the changing room; her name is Laura, by the way." I ignored it and continued my journey to the changing room .
I didn't want to at first, but I really needed to reply to some mails, and I thought maybe the network would be better in the changing room. I got into the changing room and sat down on the marbled counter, replying to some mails when a girl came out. "Layla' I've been calling you; she said ,I was asking if I could come out so you would access my dress," she said without looking up. I quickly took in her features - the girl was a mesmerizing paradox, with a look of innocence and daring simultaneously. Her long, brown hair cascaded down her back like a rich, chocolate waterfall, framing her heart-shaped face and accentuating her big, brown eyes that sparkled with a hint of mischief. Her full lips curved into a subtle, enigmatic smile, suggesting secrets and temptation. Standing at around 5'7" to 5'9", she possessed the perfect height, with a curvaceous figure that turned heads. The fitted, slutty siren blue gown she was wearing clung to her body, showcasing her voluptuous physique and leaving little to the imagination.
I was still in my thoughts when a sweet voice called out, "What the fuck are you doing in a ladies' changing room?" She asked, drawing my attention. She pulled up her dress to cover herself and quickly entered the main changing room with a loud bang on the door. I pursed my lips and waited for her to come out, and after what seemed like forever, she emerged, looking innocent and cute with those seductive eyes, wearing a baggy shirt and distressed denim pants. "Hi, princess," I told her, and she glared at me. "I didn't take you to be the feisty one, Miss Laura," I figured she was the lady Layla was talking about. "How did you know my name?" She asked, panicked. "Your friend sold you out," I told her, and I could have sworn I saw a flash of mock anger in her eyes.
Her cheeks turned red, and I didn't know, but my body voluntarily inched closer to her, towering over her small frame compared to mine. I was just attracted to this beautiful soul, and my hormones were reacting more than I wanted to admit. I was still looking at her with the position I put us in when I heard a voice, "Can you please move away a little?" She said, and I smirked, "Am I affecting you?" I asked her, and she looked away, her face flushing deeper. "Leave me the hell alone," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, and I could sense her embarrassment.
"See you soon, Miss Laura," I said, not knowing why I said it, but feeling like our paths would cross again soon. I exited the changing room and went to meet Christopher, who looked at me playfully, and I glared at him. I couldn't find Layla; I guess she went to check out some stuff. We exited the store with our nose masks on, and I went to the Prada shop to get Jasmine her bag. We headed to the car, and I drove off; the ride was surprisingly peaceful. Chris was attending to some stuff on his phone, so he didn't pester me.
We got to Chris's office/studio, and he had some work waiting for him. I quickly took my laptop and started working, but I couldn't get my mind off the encounter with the brown-haired girl from earlier in the bathroom. I tried to keep her off my mind and got some work done. Chris and I rounded up at the same time. "Bro, it's been a lot of work lately; don't you need to chill and unwind?" He said, and I knew he was up to something. "Club on Sunday; what do you think?" I didn't want to say yes, but I knew Chris; he would find a way to make me say yes, and I wasn't really ready for his stupidity. I glared at him and mouthed, "Yes." But I won't keep up with your shenanigans I said to him and he sighed .