"Chad wait.... don't go, just give me a chance to talk to you, Chad! slow down, please! It's difficult to run on the beach," Mila pleaded desperately as she fought to catch her breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "Please I can't lose you!" She came to a standstill, her voice filled with emotion.
Chad halted his steps and turned around to face her, he narrowed his eyes as he studied Mila's distressed face. "Say, Mila," he said, his voice laced with both hurt and frustration, "did anything that happened between us mean anything to you? Or are you just using me? Because it looks like you have the time of your life between different three guys."
"That's not fair, Chad! I didn't ask for any of this. My life is chaos, and I don't even get a chance to process what happens before I have to deal with the next thing. And you...You came into my life unexpectedly. Around you, I feel calm and safe, and I have this strange feeling here inside my heart that I can't explain, but....
"But what Mila?"
"You have to understand, Tristan and I, well, our history was like a wild rollercoaster ride. Not even our fathers could tear us apart, there is just something between us, that I can't quite put into words. It is a love that defied reason, that defied all odds
And what about Alfonso, he tried to kill you?
"I know, Chad, and yes I do love him as well, but I'm not letting him off that easily, he's going to pay for what he did," Mila said with determination. "I know how it may appear, like some sort of tangled web of emotions. But believe me, I'm not some heartless wanderer. Love is a powerful force, and you can't help who you love and believe me when I say I don't want to lose one of you, and I know it's not possible, but I don't know what to do.... please understand."
Chad walked towards her with his strong presence. He wraps his hand around her pulling her close. "I can't say I fully understand what you mean or feel, but I will always be here for you, Mila, regardless of the outcome, but you need to sort this out, it can't carry on like this."
"I know that Chad, but I have a bigger weight on my shoulders than that right now that I first need to sort out and get my life back on track," Mila gazed up at him, she was trapped in his captivating brown eyes, a sense of comfort washed over her.
And in that perfect moment, Chad lowered his head and tenderly brushed his lips against hers. It was gentle, a soft kiss filled with immeasurable depth of affection. The sound of the crashing waves provides a soothing soundtrack to their intimate connection, their feet tickled by the gentle flow of the tide.
"We should really get back," Mila's voice trembled.
"Yeah, we should," Chad hesitated. "But...I'm not going to stay, I'm going home because there is so much work I need to catch up on, and if we don't finish that photo shoot tomorrow, the agency might cancel the contract. Losing that contract is something I simply can't afford."
The next morning Anna and Mila got ready to go to the studio to finish the photo shoot.
"You can forget it, Mila," Tristan explains, his voice filled with determination, while he leans shirtless with his arms folded against the kitchen island. "I'm not going to let you go. I won't just stand there and watch the person I love posing in almost nothing. I'm going to kill half of the people in that shoot when they even try to look at you."
"Yeah, and I will definitely join you," Alfonso said walking inside from the porch with his arrogant demeanor
Mila's eyes widened at Tristan and Alfonso's fierce proclamation, but before Mila could respond, Anna's voice interrupted, "Well, I think you should stay just here, and we will finish our job and we will meet you back here."
Mila sighed, sensing the concern in Anna's voice, "Alright, fine, but you guys better behave, and we'll be back before you even realize we were gone."
As Mila and Anna rushed to the studio, a sense of unease hovered over them. Mila and Anna were standing in front of the camera and Anna's wound was being tended to where she was shot. Mila was feeling uncomfortable in wearing almost nothing and the lack of music only intensified the tension.
Phoenix, stood by with his camera poised and ready. "Okay, let's go girls," he urged, aware of the time constraints. "We're pressed for time."
Mila and Anna tried their best to pose and give what Phoenix needed, but Mila's focus was elsewhere. Her gaze kept drifting towards Chad, who stood near the window, engrossed in a conversation with a clingy woman. Mila couldn't help but notice the constant smile on Chad's face as he spoke to her, and she kept on touching him which sparked Mila's fuse.
"Mila, what's going on with you?" Phoenix's voice cut through her distracted thoughts, frustration evident. "The emotion isn't there. You're not present. I can't use these pictures. Please just focus and try to relax. You're as stiff as a pole."
Fed up, Mila finally voiced her dissatisfaction. "Can we please have some music? It feels like a funeral in here, I can't operate without music."
Phoenix signalled his assistant and music filled the studio, the beat pulsating through the speakers. Mila and Anna moved with finesse, their bodies swaying to the rhythm as the fan blew their hair back, adding to the allure of their performance. All eyes were on them, completely, mesmerized by the duo's sexy moves.
Meanwhile, Chad, who had been engaged in conversation with the clingy girl in front of him, found his attention completely diverted. His eyes locked onto Mila, unable to tear them away. The intense electricity in the room was palpable.
Suddenly, the studio doors burst open, causing everyone to turn in surprise. Two impeccably dressed and undeniably handsome men strode into the room, their expressions serious and determined.
"Alright, let's wrap this up. We're done here," Tristan declared, his voice commanding.
"Yeah, you heard the guy. Wrap up and go," Alfonso chimed in, his voice holding a sense of authority. The crew members began to disperse, sensing the urgency in their words.
The clingy girl, who had been talking to Chad, approached Tristan, a flirty smile on her lips as she reached out to touch his arm. Hi, I'm Cloe. And who are you, handsome?" she purred.
Tristan cast a steely gaze down at Cloe, his face displaying no hint of amusement. "No one to you. Now get out of my way," he replied bluntly, dismissing her without a second thought.
Alfonso, on the other hand, took a more welcoming approach. "I'm Alfonso," he introduced himself with a friendly smile and Cloe's demeanor shifted as she redirected her attention to him.
"What exactly are you two idiots doing here," Chad demanded and stepping forward.
Tristan met Chad's gaze, his eyes narrowed with determination. "I came to fetch my girlfriend. We need to go," he stated firmly no room for argument.
"You're not taking her anywhere," Chad bristled, stepping closer to Tristan, and challenging his authority.
"Excuse me," Alfonso interjected stepping in between. "She's not your girlfriend she is my fiancé. And you, Chad, you have no right to tell us we cannot take her."
Just then and there a fight broke out between the three men. Mila quickly grabbed Anna and Phoenix by their arms, pulling them away from the chaotic situation. "Come on, you guys," she urged "I don't have energy for this let's go."
They swiftly made their way out of the studio. As they stepped outside, Mila's eyes landed on the familiar black BMW that had been following her in the past.
Anna notices her distress. "What's wrong Mila?"
Mila pointed towards the black BMW. "That car...," she began, her voice trembling. "It's been following me on multiple occasions before. I thought it was Tristan after he came back to life because he also drives a black BMW, but there is his car," Mila points in the other direction where Tristan's car is parked.
Before they could process the gravity of the situation, a loud crash echoed through the air as a figure crashed through the window of the studio and landed on a nearby car. Mila, Anna, and Phoenix looked up, their eyes widening in surprise. It was Tristan, leaning out of the broken window and waving at them.
"Hey, girls..." he greeted, a mischievous grin on his face.
Mila dashed towards the crumpled car, its roof completely folded, desperate to see who the person was that had fallen on top of it. "Tristan, what have you done?!" she screamed, her voice filled with a mix of anger and concern.
She stormed into the building, her footsteps echoing through the hallways. "You can't just go around beating people up for no reason at all! What did that guy do to you?" The frustration in her voice was palpable.
"I'm trying to keep you alive, Mila. And a thank you would have been nice." Tristan retorted.
Unable to handle the situation any longer, Mila let out an exasperated sigh. "Ugg...I can't deal with this," she declared, "I'm going home, and don't try to come into my room, because I will beat you up."
The next morning, as Mila made her way to the kitchen to grab a much-needed cup of coffee, she looked around and noticed that the guys hadn't returned last night. Concern etched across her face, she called out to Anna. "Anna! Do you know where the boys are?"
Anna walking into the kitchen shook her head, worry creasing her brow. "No, Phoenix didn't come home either," she replied, pulling out her phone and dialing Phoenix's number. There was no answer. "Let's try reaching the other guys," she suggested.
Mila joined Anna in making a series of phone calls, desperately trying to get in touch with the boys, but no answer on any one of the calls. "Now I'm really worried," Mila admitted, "Where could they be?"