Flower Boy

Prologue

I'm not sure if I can do it again. Dating just awakens my desire to live as a single. But after he bought me flowers, and the other he tried to buy me a house, I decided to try again. But this time, not so hastily. Getting through the relationship one stage at a time. The only problem was that I couldn't find anyone, due to my role as the nation's 17 year old model.

The mansion was described as "a nice place to live and start a family" while I looked for a home like "a great place to shove belongings and hide from the outside world". If I was going to purchase a house, it would have to be nice and big, so the paparazzi thought I had a lot of interest in buying mansions. It was the total opposite. My mom forced me to do many things for the public, like dress in designer clothing 24/7 and only remove makeup if it's an emergency. I was the fakest I could ever be at this point. Once, I had to date a celebrity I had never spoken to just so the press had something to say. He was a douche. My parents left me to visit some relatives or whatever, meaning the future of my career and love life were up to me.

My new house was as beautiful as it was lonely. It had ample space and was decorated to my aesthetic, but there was an eerie silence. At least they brought over my garden, I thought. I was uncomfortable in my "public" outfit so I changed into a black Puma tracksuit that was left on the couch. Since I was all alone, I figured it'd be fine to change in the living room. After I finished unzipping this unreasonably tight dress, I heard a voice from the stairs. "Excuse me, who are you?". I screamed, covering my exposed chest. A young man in a suit stood on the first step on the second floor, holding the railing and staring at me like a mad man. "I just bought this house! Who the **** are you?" I stuttered, reaching for my phone with my thumb hovering over the "emergency call" button. He looked confused. "But my house wasn't on sale." The man said flatly, as if it was normal for a house to be sold without being listed on the Luxury Homes website. He started walking down, but I was NOT going to be any closer to this stranger—especially not topless. He seemed to notice my fear and halted. "Um, I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm just trying to grab my proof and explain everything."