Wicked Kiss

I looked at the surroundings. There are lots of people watching the image of a woman with a bloody Mary dyed hair. You can clearly see the sparkles in their eyes from watching. The woman in the billboard got her face in fierce look and her lips and hair got the same color.

I smiled from the view.

The woman was holding a popular magazine from France, The Fashionista. If you are going to analyze the people's expressions, you will probably know immediately that they are idolizing the woman.

"Scarlet Quevas, the unbelievable architect as well as a sophisticated runway model. How could she be this successful?"

I raised an eyebrow while listening to the news.

"Waaah! How I wish to become like her in the future! " The young lady beside me said.

"Haaayyysssttt! She's incredibly beautiful!" said her acquaintance.

I am in Paris right now. I have signed a contract near this area and I saw this event. I can't help but smile.

And yes, I am the woman in the billboard. There were lots of things that happened. Because it's too many to mention, I can't even dare to remember how and when.

I turned to the two young ladies and gave them a wink.

At first, they frowned, but later own they covered their mouths with their hands in shock.

Before even making a scene, I hop inside my car and asked the driver to go.

"It's Scarlet, am I right? Kyyyyyyaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!" They asked in chorus and screamed.

"Did she just wink at us? Eeeeeeeeeeiiiiiihhhhhh!!" said her acquaintance.

I smiled upon remembering my team back then. Even though they are pretty annoying, I still miss them. It has been almost Four years ago.

No one knows how I missed Mira, Lucy, Clara, Gadjin and Enzo.

When I got in the airport, Sting was there to catch me up.

"You're almost late!" he said annoyingly.

I laughed to the fact that he's looking so cute. "Sorry, was staring to the goddess on the billboard." I joked that made him frown.

"Tss! Let's go because we're going to be late to my shoot today." He said while his eyebrows bridging.

I tickled him a bit just to make him smile. It won't do him goof if he'll continue frowning like that. He's the one who said already that he have shoot. He will look old and ugly if we continue to look annoyed. We are heading on New York City for Sting's shoot and for my contract signing again.

In the past three and half years. I have been only working hard. It's one of my aid to forget about some things that are not even important.

I am not that hot on social media, not like Sting. But I know that no one who won't notice me because as the magazine said. I was the woman who represents beauty, dignity and perfection. Parents will told their children to be like me in the near future. Children will adore me. Man will kneel on me. Girls will idolize me.

I can't wish for more.

But how I wish that how they see me was the right term to describe me. They don't know me behind the pages of all magazines. They only know what I allow them to know.

***

After 3 hours we arrived on the venue. I am tired but I still wear my smile because paparazzi is everywhere.

I understand them because we all have different sets of work, and that is their work. I respect their job because they respect mine, maybe one of the reasons why they don't write ill things about me or even rumors. I can always pose for them, if they want.

A white Van picked us up in the airport and right now that we arrived in the venue, Sting was the one who stepped out first before me.

When we got inside, I asked one of the staffs inside the hotel's resto if I have a reserved meeting.

The waitress nodded while looking at melas if she can't believe what she's seeing right now.

It's not already new to me why people were looking to me like that. Maybe for them, I am a great example.

Our area was VIP. I looked at my wrist watch to see that I am 5 minutes early.

I just ordered wine and played to its glass while waiting for my employer.

It didn't take more than 2 minutes when someone sat in front of me. When I looked at the person, my eyes widen.

"Wow, Erza. Is that you?" Said the person in front of me, he sounds surprised.

My eyes widen as my cheeks began to burn when I remembered how rude I am when I left the GFC without proper notice but a resignation letter. I don't know what to do right now. "S-sir Alstreim! " I just said and drink the wine in my glass.

"It's been almost four years. How are you?" he asked.

I smiled and tried to calm myself. He's not your boss anymore, Erza. You don't have to be ashamed, that's long time ago. "I'm okay, Sir." I said.

I can feel him staring at me so I stared at him too.

I can see anger and gentleness in his eyes. Well, I've seen that even before.

"Well, I guess I have the rights to see your samples, Miss Future Head Architect. " He said that made me smile so wide.

"Here it is, Sir. " I said and gave him the folders where the samples are collected.

Sir Al scanned all the papers properly, and I can see how his face lit from my designs.

"Wow! You're still that inevitable interior designer that I know." He said to me but his eyes were fixed on my papers.

I smiled from his statement. No sir. I've changed. I am not the same Erza way back already. This Erza is a different one.

"No, I've improved. "I raised my eyebrows while looking at him.

I think, there's a bit of changes from Sir Al. He's looking more soft and gentle today. He looks even more handsome than his rough looking aura. Well, that was hot though. "Oh! Of course, you improved. " He said while breathing heavily. He's looking at me weirdly, what's with Sir Al?

I winked at him then smile widely. "What a complement. But it sounded even good when you're the one who said it. "I said that didn't even let go of his stares.

I didn't help but let out a soft chuckle when he got red from what I said. I can't believe he's affected from me. He grabbed a glass of wine and drink it straight. "O Sir, slowly, I can't pull you up to a hotel when you get drunk." I said a bit laughing.

But he got choked from what I said making him cough.

"I-I'm okay, Erza!" He said a bit loud.

I shrugged and sit properly again, I stood up earlier because I was about to attend him, but he said he's okay so I guess it's really okay. "Which documents will I sign?" I asked as if nothing happened.

He didn't answer so I looked at him with a knotted head. "Fuck, you changed!" he murmured but I still heard it.

"Sir?"

"Here." He said and lend me those papers that I have to sign.

After signing, I really put 3 tiny hearts that made him gulp rapidly.

"Well, I have to leave now. I still have to rest; I still came from France." I said to him and he's not even moving.

I lean to him and kissed his cheeks. "Now that you met me, don't be so obvious. " I said and smiled.

I was already on the door when I walked back to his stiff position because I forgot to give him my number. "Call me when you need me. " I said, and for the last time after everything.

I winked.

***

When I was in the car, I can't help to be amazed by the billboards outside. Most are Hollywood Actress and models endorsing products and goods.

And of course, the woman holding THE FASHIONISTA magazine. Her complex beauty was captured perfectly, the thick eyebrows and eyelashes. Bloody Mary dyed hair and my lips. The car was continuously moving and my image above the Billboards is getting away from my sight.

My sight darted to the huge billboard too. Four handsome men.

And I know them all.

If I am not wrong, the other one is Laeck, next to him is Sir Gray, and next to Sir Gray is Sir Al.

The last person was very familiar to me, He's the very reason why I turned like this, he's the very reason why I am successful now, should I thank him? Caption:

Four businessmen, with undeniable wealth and dignity.

I smirked in sarcasm. Dignity?

They're talking about dignity but that fucking astrair Grayfaurd don't have it. Maybe he's just a design there, because what he did to me way back is a sign of him being a weak shit.

Oh so he's popular? I wonder how many girls did he fucked in such a time span.

In almost four years, I have no news from him and I don't want to

The car moved faster leaving those billboards behind. And I finally arrived in a hotel.

I called Sting that I was checked in, in NYC (Nadia Ramerez Circa) hotel. He just agreed because he's busy with the shoot.

In the past four years, I've changed a lot. From the silent Erza, turned into sophisticated Scarlet. Sting helped me with a lot of things. While he's in New York, I was in France, trying to forget that stupid bastard. Because it's not very easy to move

on.

I studied architecture again in France, and because France is a designer country, I got in to he a model and then right now.

I don't like cameras and showing skin. But till then, I chose to overcome my fears and get out from my comfort zone. So, like right now, I became braver and stronger.

Since the change that happened to me, there are miracles and blessings that kept me distracted. My busy schedule didn't even let me think about those ugly memories I have in the past. That's why I was very much thankful.

Moving-on is not in my vocabulary. I just accepted the fact and move forward. I know he will find his match someday... and it won't be me... ever.

He played and hurt me, I think that enough lesson to learn and never try again.

And now that he's not in my system already. I am free and though I still have the curiosity about what happened in the past

Or maybe I was just thinking too much? Maybe right now he already forgets about me.

Damn. Even though I accepted already, I can't help but get bitter and get angry to him.

How many girls did he bullshit? Am I not the only one? Well, that's a big possibility.

Now that I will become the head architect on the new project of Sir Alstreim. I don't know which branch though, but there will be a possibility that we'll meet.

The question is, am I ready? Well it has been 4 years already and of course I am ready. I have been preparing myself for some possible happenings.

I'm stupid to make someone like him play with my feelings.

I smirked...

What if I'll revise the question...?

Is he ready to face me again? Is he ready to face the woman he junked years ago?

But I can't just judge him. To think that he's a womanizer, he's probably the first one that forgets.

That bastard.

***