Posing for a Blind Date, I Messed with a Crazy Big Shot

"Why do you care? If I have my eyes on someone and am chasing after them, do I need to report it to you?" I straightened my back, feigning a boldness, and said firmly. I was satisfied to see Damian's face darken.

Successfully gaining his disdain, I hoped he'd lose interest in Bella and refuse the alliance.

"That novice? I could knock him over in one go," Damian scoffed, pointing at Oliver who was innocently sipping water.

"What do you know? I happen to like that type," I snapped back, almost too bluntly.

"Oh, is that so? Come here," Damian said, slightly disappointed, and clapped his hands to summon a group of people.

A line of tall, muscular bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses approached me, making me want to bolt. "What are you doing?" I asked, feigning annoyance.

Damian chuckled. "You like toyboys, don't you? Well, I have a whole bunch for you to choose from."

With that, the bodyguards stood in a neat row, taking off their sunglasses and striking poses as if they were on a catwalk.

What the hell? I thought he was going to kidnap me! I pretended to scan them with disdain. Sure enough, they were all tall, with perfect features and likely sporting eight-pack abs underneath those uniforms. Toyboys?

Dealing with a gang boss is exhausting.

"Well, do you fancy any of them?" Damian leaned down to meet my eyes, though his height made it feel like he was towering over me. Damn height difference.

"No, I'm not interested in them," I said, feigning calm as I brushed past him. A picture of a proud, willful heiress. I almost admired my own acting skills until reality snapped back.

"Where the hell is the makeup artist, Rose?!" A sharp voice barked, startling the staff into silence.

It was my boss, Eva Hollis, notoriously strict. If she caught me slacking off, I’d be skinned alive. I thought of pretending to be sick and hiding in the bathroom, but before I could move, "Ouch!" Eva grabbed my ear.

Damian stepped forward, ready to play the hero, while his bodyguards looked primed for action. I signaled him to stop, and reluctantly, he did.

After hurriedly touching up Oliver's makeup and getting a scolding that cost me part of my salary, I collapsed into my office chair, utterly spent.

While catching my breath, I pondered how to keep up the charade in front of Damian. I glanced at my reflection. My makeup wasn't perfect today, but I usually modeled my look after Bella's, making myself resemble her closely. I was confident most people couldn't tell us apart. I even mimicked her gestures and speech.

The dilemma remained—how to explain my job here?

A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. An employee asked me to do another makeup job. Confused, I said I was done for the day.

I opened the door, and there stood Damian! He specifically requested Rose, and as the boss, he was untouchable, while I was just an expendable worker.

Eva was nearby, pouring tea with an unusual demureness, as if she were a shy schoolgirl.