Chapter 11: Trash

Dominic grabbed her ass. He pulled her close, crash his lip on hers and nibbled her lips harshly. Chantel gasped at his action but that gave him the opportunity to slide his warm tongue in.

She tried wiggling her way out but his strong hand held her in place. Instead, she released a moan when his mouth ravish hers. The hand holding her ass squeeze tighter while the other one held her head in place.

The kiss wasn't as brief and simple like the wedding. It was rough and wild as Dominic pinned her back on the table behind her. He pulled her head closer deepening the kiss, his lips moving like a pro sending a strange sensation to her system.

She stopped trying to get away instead she found her eyes closing. Her two hands finds its way to his neck and she respond to the kiss moving his tongue against his. Her mind went wild, she love this feeling.

Dominic smirked against her lips and suddenly break the kiss. Breathing hard, Chantel opened her eyes slowly to look at him. His silver eyes staring amusingly at her

"Not a man, huh" It took a while before she realize what she just did. She remove her hand instantly and shifted away from him.

What the fuck did she just do?

She kissed him back?

Dominic smirked like a devil before turning to leave her there still shock about what just happened. He surprisingly enjoyed the hot moment too. He finally got to grab the ass she was too proud of.

Chantel lips stayed parted for a while, her finger goes up to her lips. She just kissed a man she hated.

"fuck!" She curse under her breath and kicked the chair before her. "Ah, Ah! That hurts" she complained holding her leg. Sitting on it, she wiggled her leg like a kid.

"Why did I kiss him back? Am I falling for him?..." She gasps holding her lips with one hand. "That can't be.. Did the almighty Chantel fall for Dom? That can't be. I mean he is handsome but that doesn't mean I should fall for him. He is rude and cold.. But why the hell did I kiss him back? I really need a good explanation or this is never going to leave my mind.." She paused and think for a while.

"Yes! I got it, I kissed him because he seduced me.. Wait that doesn't make sense" She groan out throwing her back on the couch.

"Boss.. there's a strange movement from Gabriel. He seem to be up to something" Enzo voice sound over the phone as Dominic stand near the window with one tucked into his pocket.

"Any idea on what he is up to?" He asked.

"Not yet sir" Enzo replied.

Dominic cut the call and stare into space for a while. Remembering the scene between him and Chantel, he smiled but when the memories of Susan came in, the smile disappeared instantly. His fist clinch tight and his eyes turn cold.

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(SILVER COMPANY)

Workers could be seen busy with their respective works, the atmosphere gives a professional aura.

"What is with you?" A manger asked a new time model sitting with her folded as a bead of sweat form on her forehead as she held her phone tightly.

"Can't you see the President is going to get upset? How could someone have photoshop these? I'm not with any man. These are fake" Iris complained holding her phone. She just started her modelling career just last two weeks and she is already having a scandal.

"I told you I'll find a way to solve this.. all you need to do is to relax. You should get use to these" Her manager assured.

"Wait who's that?" Iris asked when she spotted someone familiar.

"Rana? What is she doing here?" The manager muttered as they watch the short haired lady entering the building with a professional dress on.

Rana walked toward the receptionist with a smirk on her face.

"You're here again? What do you possibly want this time?" The receptionist asked.

"Same request sweetie, I wanna see the president. Mr Marcus" Rana replied with a knowing smile.

A car stopped outside the building and a tall figure stepped out looking gorgeous.

"I told you before and I'll repeat it. The president does not want to see y.." The lady stopped talking when she saw who just walked in. Even after two years her body shape, beauty and queen alluring never fade. Instead, it was stronger.

"Wait, is that who I think is it?"

"Holy shit, I've missed seeing those curve"

"Chantel, damn she is like a goddess"

"Oh my God, I feel like fainting"

"Chantel? Wow" Iris muttered. She have heard of Chantel Mccharthy. A legend in the entertainment industry.

Chantel smirked as she walked elegantly. She was wearing just a simple dress. A trouser and crop top revealing her slim waist. The ring on her belly button dangles as she walks.

The receptionist release the breath she was holding when Chantel finally get to her. She remove her shade and look up to the still lady.

"I demand to see the president" Chantel spoke with a daring voice.

"Uhm..m I'm sorry Chantel, the president is not around at the moment" The lady spoke trying to compose herself.

"I've been in this company long enough to tell that you are lying. I saw the president go in for about.. 10 minutes ago"

"The president doesn't want to see you. You should take your leave"

"Ask again, tell him I'm here" Chantel said. Her voice came out a bit cold. The receptionist decided to oblige knowing small tricks won't work on Chantel. She won't stop until she gets what she wants.

Yulia sat before a middle aged man. She watch him flip the document to another page.

"The top model award will be challenging Yulia.. are you sure about this?" Mr Marcus asked.

"If it was Chantel, you won't such a question. Why don't you trust me Mr Marcus?" Yulia raised a brow at him.

"Sigh.. it's not like that Yulia. Having this award is quite challenging so I just want to be sure"

"Miss Yulia, is definitely going to get the award. I'm sure of it" Phoebe said from behind.

"You can trust me. I won't waste the company resourses" Yulia said boldly with her head held high.

The sound of the telephone ringing discontinued their discussion. Marcus reached the phone. "Hello" he answered.

"Hello boss.. uhm..mm You have a visitor" The receptionist informed.

"who?" Marcus asked with a small frown on his face.

"Ch..Chantel sir"

"I told you already to tell the manager to leave. I have no help to offer.."

"Hello Mr Marcus" Came a familiar voice from the phone. Marcus eyes widened hearing her voice for the first time in two years. Yulia brow curved down a little watching Mr Marcus expression.

Chantel actually snatched the phone from the receptionist earlier. The lady could only bite her lips.

"Mr Marcus" Chantel called lightly again when the silence dragged on.

"What do you want Chantel?" The man finally asked.

"Just a small talk Mr President. That's all I asked for" Chantel said lightly.

Mr Marcus sighed before dropping the phone then look up at Yulia.

"May I ask who called?" Yulia asked.

"Chantel" he replied.

"Chantel?" She frowned deeply, "You're not planning on taking her back, are you?" she asked.

"Of course not. Chantel is like dump trash, the company do not need her anymore since she had once caused harm. Although her contract is still in tack. She'll need to cancel it once the time comes. I'll never give her the chance to comeback. I only want to hear what she got to say" Marcus said sinking back on his chair.