EMILIOS POV
"Hello, Darling! It is I, British Designer Sensation, Loral Twicemerg!"
Oh my god, why the hell is he back? He always comes here, to make fun of my company, since he is my biggest competitor. I run a fashion business in downtown London and Loral is my ex. My business is pretty big, it sells world wide, but Loral's is much more of a success. I don't really see any fashion sense in his clothing choices though.
"Oh darling, how are you and your "business" doing? Still a failure, I see."
"Get out Loral!"
"Nope, not today!"
"Loral you ruin everything!"
"Darling, you don't think of me like that, do you? That makes me really sad."
"Umm."
"I love you, Emilio, but you don't like me. I'll make you love me."
"Um what?"
Loral leans in and places his lips on mine and I blush crazily. I don't think of him like that and I then shove him off. He looks at me all happy and I turn away and cross my arms, he just teases me. "Aww don't pout. I'm here. Don't get upset, I'll leave, that was just a good bye kiss."
Man, I don't know if I love him or hate him. I just need some luck.
