~{JENNA’S POV}~
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“Not happening.” I blurted out, making him frown at my response.
“If you can be with whoever you want then so can I.
Nothing was said in the contract that I should stay away from him, so I won’t promise that.” I firmly stated.
Yet instead of looking bitter by my response, he simply stared at me.
“What?” I suspiciously asked and he brought his hand to my forehead and I remained still as he lightly pushed a strand of hair which I failed to notice.
“It seems like we’ll be having an open marriage,” he calmly said and dropped his hand while still staring at me.
“Call it whatever you want.
You started this rebellious attitude.
All you needed to do was accept me as I want you but you went and messed yourself up with some hook-up guy.
How very inconsiderate and insensitive of you.” I sourly said and that was when my phone rang.
When I checked to see the caller, I narrowed my eyes suspiciously but picked it.
“Yes, Carl-bear.”
“There’s an emergency with one of my models and since we also included in the contract that you will model for me when necessary.
Will it be possible for you to take the place of that model?” He politely requested and I looked at Levi and found him watching me in suspicion.
“That won’t be a problem.
When do you need me?” I asked.
“Tonight,” he answered and I smiled, “It’s done.”
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~{LEVI’S POV}~
* This chapter is updated first at g.com.
“What’s that about?” I suspiciously asked once she got off the phone.
“Carl needs a model due to an emergency.” She informed me and I frowned.
“And of all people to ask to be his model, why you?” I demanded because I didn’t like the idea of it.
“Because I have a remarkable body for modeling,” she obviously said while gesturing towards her body.
Sighing, I lifted my dress and turned around as I headed back inside so I could change out of it.
Nonetheless, Jenna’s arms came around me from behind as she embraced me and I froze as I slowly looked down at her hands wrapped around me.
She bent to the side and smiled up at me as she said, “Do you know why I can’t do away with you, Levi?”
I wanted to ignore her but I was curious.
“Why?”
“Because my charm doesn’t work on you.” She answered and it suddenly reminded me of what Carl said over the phone about her being a witch.
I don’t know why that suddenly came to mind but it fit her words accurately and I became very suspicious of her.
I sighed and began to walk to the changing room with her still holding on to me.
When I successfully got inside the room, she finally let go and locked the door before coming to standing before me.
“Do you know how fun it is to make out in places like this?” She eagerly asked and I sighed and turned around as I said, “help me loosen the ropes so I can get out of this dress.”
She eagerly did as I requested and once I felt relieved and could breathe properly, I exhaled loudly and Jenna proceeded to pull the dress down which I didn’t mind.
I still had my trousers on, so I didn’t bother when she pulled it all the way down to my feet.
I stepped out of it and she gathered the dress and put it in a corner before coming to me while I wore my shirt.
In silence she stood before me as she stared at my bare chest and how I began to do the buttons.
“May I help you do the buttons?” She innocently asked and I narrowed my eyes at her in suspicion.
“I’m good,” I dismissed her as I did it myself.
“What’s on your mind, my darling Levi?” She asked all of a sudden and the look she gave me was very intrusive like she wanted to see into my mind.
“Are you a witch, Jenna?” I straightforwardly asked as I folded my sleeves after doing the buttons.
Sometimes I couldn’t tell if she was joking or telling the truth and it bothered me.
“I do not believe it,” I casually said and tucked my shirt into my trousers before going to look at myself in the mirror which was inside the room.
“Last night your room door was locked.
How do you think I got inside?” She dreadfully asked as she came and stood behind me and my eyes widened in shock.
Slowly, I turned to look at her and she looked up at me with an eerie smile she always puts on when she wants to be scary and have her way.
“Don’t be silly.
I locked the door.” I firmly insisted.
“Did you?” She pressed on as she narrowed her eyes on me.
“Yes.” I responded and faced the mirror to do one last adjustment.
“If I tell you what you dreamt of last night, will you believe me?” She asked and it became bothersome.
I faced her with a frown on my forehead as I asked, “Why are you so adamant on wanting me to believe you are a witch?”
“Because I am and I do not want any secrets between us.
This way we will fully trust each other.” She explained and I folded my arms against my chest and decided to test the waters.
“Fine.
Tell me what I dreamt of last night.”
“Me,” she answered.
“And how do you know that?” I curiously asked.
“Because it was me who was in there.
Didn’t you notice I wore the same night gown in the spiritual and physical?” She asked and it felt like I was suddenly bathed with cold water at that frightening revelation.
I couldn’t believe my ears.
“Witches can easily move between the spirit and physical realm, especially at nighttime, which is why I was able to enter your room, darling.” She further admitted and smiled at me at the end of her statement.
At this point I was too stunned to question her anymore because that was frightening enough and all I could think of was how to get out of this situation I had blindly gotten myself into.
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