Storms of Fate [ SOF ] [ BTS ]

Chapter 30 : Gala

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Anya cut yet another call. She had really had underestimated the reaction of the society towards her hybrids.

Yes she had anticipated a wary protest for a hybrid model to be used for the first time, but knowing that seeing her brand, people would snicker about her intention of appearing lofty.

Surprisingly, this did not happen. Or if it did, the scale was too insignificant for it to reach her.

Next she had also assumed a craze for Jin, Hobi and Jimin.

But she had not anticipated such hysteria.

The calls did not stop. The gushing from the media still continued. Her PR team was still swamped. Apparently, the fact of models that mesmerising, who were actually slaves to be used in the society, created a stir.

The fact that the Hybrids of this world were seen for the first time in a light of desirable, of frenzied crazed wanting of a job which was only specific to humans, had caused the sensation.

The trip were more lusted after because they were supposed to be inferior and accessible to human, but as they were already owned by a figure in the society from who no one could take them, it put them in a status of being unavailable.

Beautiful hybrids.

Slaves

Untouchable.

THAT, was the root of the sudden allure along with the mysterious, seductive and mesmerising personas captured for the campaign.

Anya rubbed her temples as she switched off her phone after giving the necessary directions to her overworking PR team, who had to enlist the help of other tiers of staff. She straightened up on her settee, putting the laptop down on the coffee table, and stretched.

Immediately, she relaxed again.

Her muscles were still pleasantly sore from her date with her Jaguar.

Smiling at that thought, she was about to stand up, when a knock sounded on her door. She turned her head in its direction to watch it being opened without waiting for permission and a Tall, broad shouldered, dimpled man stepped through.

Instantly, a smile bloomed on her lips as she relaxed back on the settee, waiting for him.

He was dressed simply in a pair of black cargos and a fitting casual white tshirt, but his effect was devastating. With his hair slicked back and still wet from his shower, the white thin tshirt sticking in a few places and creased over his muscular physique, his long legs striding towards her while an air of courteous and refined aura clung to him.

An aura, which barely hid . . . . . more.

"Goodmorning." He smiled easily as he sat in front of her, his voice warm and inviting. "Had a good rest last night?"

Anya's eyes twinkled as she answered, "Well, I don't know. A certain someone sleeping beside me kept hogging me to himself, treating me like a side pillow. As squished as I was with his arms and legs thrown over me, you tell me," She leaned forward a bit, "Do you feel it was conductive of a restful sleep?"

Joon gave an unrepentant grin, his dimples deepening, "Extremely. For me at least."

"Shameless Wolf."