Arsenio Garcia Point of View
Have you ever felt this strange sense of making fun on someone on and on without a pause?
Well, that was Hottie for me.
Oh, how I missed mocking her, laughing at her, throwing her, spanking her; hell, I just missed making her life hard.
Although the same goes with her as well. She made my life harder to live too.
"Well, dear ex wife, what might you be doing on a filming set? Don't tell me you are trying out acting career with your lousy expressions." I intentionally, but sincerely irritated her.
It is not just for the purpose of fun or entertainment but I always was and am sincere with my satire towards her.
"It's been two years and you are still the pig without much needed manhood to support. Surprisingly, you are still hanging there with pride I see. How come you are on the sets here? Don't tell me you are here to watch my lousy acting, given; pigs have no opportunities to be on the screens anyway." Finally, finally my ears are awoken.
With people who always compliment and praise me, only this woman who has no filter to her mouth, no respect for my aristocracy can insult me.
I should've shot few videos of her insulting me before I divorced her. It would be a good souvenir for being in the Bachelor County again.
"Luther, didn't you inform your actors about your major investor?" I raised a taunting brow coupled with my infamous, hot and luring smirk. Luther just had the look of utter confusion and probably uneasiness too.
It is not just him but tens of people on the sets are looking between me and Hottie with discomfort and confusion.
Eh, confusion is not the fusion I was looking for per say, not coupled with witty Hottie on the barrel.
"Now, here is what it is, Hottie. I, means TGI, is the major investor to this series of Luther movies." I told her proudly.
Now I would not have to say what TGI stands for because she knew it closely for years now.
The Garcia Incorporation is the empire I'm proud to build and run singlehandedly. While I was handed down the Kingdom, the throne and large empire from my ancestors, who might be right now facing the turbulence of being fried in hell, TGI is what I found after I resolved the disturbing scams of my dear precedents.
"Don't you dare call me, Hottie! If I were you, then I would keep my mouth on lock." Her haughty steaming eyes shot glares at me which I received with open arms nonetheless.
Now if this is not what you call humility, then I wonder what is.
Her little hands were tightly fisted, her lips pressed into a thin line, here ears were red in anger, and her luscious body – goodness – is positioned defiantly towards me.
I continued to be unfazed by her in any manner and produced the most demanded, popular and even trending memed smirk just for her.
Only popular demand though. I know her heart craved to see the smirk.
"Let's leave Arran. We cannot find sense with pigs. We better come back once the royal Swine flu is off the sets." She said looking straight into my eyes with such hate and annoyance that almost, nearly, almost pushed me to try out more antiques to see more of those emotions in her eyes.
This Bianchi Hottie did not change a bit. She is as hot and spicy as ever, if not more.
"Aww, are you leaving? Are you not going to show me your acting skills for the role – wait, for which role are you here for? For a tree role, a fish, a cattle maybe, or are you now promoted to play the esteemed role of a flower? Don't mind me but don't waste your talent as a flower when you can be a natural at being a thorn." I did not have my breakfast in the morning and I'm still late for my lunch but somehow, my famished stomach just minutes ago feels filled and sated.
Hottie can do that seriously! She can prove to mankind that having rows with her can fill ones stomach but apparently, the side effect is that the brain gets empied.
"You –" She stopped herself and took deep breathes before turning her attention away from me.
"Mr. Luther, give me a call back once I could have the sets for me and my staff alone. For now, I will not be putting you on the tough spot and will leave for you to have your meeting with your guests." She turned to leave, not before throwing daggers towards me and an annoyingly genuine smile towards Javier.
Now does my guard gets a smile from her and I get a spank of her bitter words?
She walked few steps without sparing a glance towards me followed by Arran and their crew but just as she reached the large gate, she stopped and turned back and looked dead into my eyes.
No emotion, she just looked blank and firm.
"Don't cross paths with me again even it's by accident. We wouldn't want the Royal Swine of Malaga to be handicapped, do we?" With those really offending parting words, she left without another glance.
If it was someone else, then they would've beheaded her for insulting a King in front of many people but since I love to rile her up and maybe receive insults from that filter-less mouthed Val.
She really stands by my name for her. Hottie!
Just the right amount of flame, the right vapor of steam and just the right stroke of heat.
Beautifully made!
Beautifully created by the Old Bianchi couple!
"Majesty, Ms. Bianchi isn't here as an actor. I'm afraid you mistook her." Really? You witless man, you think I don't know why she is here?
"You think I don't know? I can tell why she is here and what she is doing by the look of every flower here. But what I'm not sure about is why she is on that shaky ladder all by herself and none of you are there to assist her." My face lost its smirk when a deep frown replaced it.
The anger I was keeping at bay is finally out in the wild. What I'm rather furious about is that even after hearing Arran's cries for Val to step down from the ladder, none of these useless men moved an inch to get some sense into that stubborn log of a woman.
She is stubborn, unwilling and quite a feat of careless tigress but whatever happened to the senses of these around her?
"I – we –" He stumbled over his words but the anger inside me not ready get sated until I hurt each of them so painfully that they learn a good lesson not to turn a blind eye over something like this again.
"The stars must be helping you that I caught her from falling." With 3D glasses, I'm sure they can see the smoke coming out from my nostrils, resembling a raging bull.
"Apologies, Mr. Garcia. We will see to it that our mistakes are corrected." With one final glare towards him and his crew, I turned to Javier and told him to arrange a meeting with Luther on some other day when I'm not in my instincts to kill him.
Leaving the filming sets, I got into the backseat of my car while Javier took the driver's seat, driving me to the next destination.
"The Queen has a lot of hate for you, sir." Javier commented after a moment of silence. I scrolled down the mails on my phone, steering away my attention from his guard's inquisition.
"Nah, she loathes me." I clarified as a small smile made its way on my lips.
She really did not change yet, I can find some difference from the past version of her. I couldn't pinpoint but the despise I saw in her eyes today was different from she always had on me from the birth of Earth.
She looked both happy and sad at the same time and I know there must be something else or someone else behind the reason for her happiness.
Is she already dating someone?
"And the King still wanted to visit the sets on a meeting that is not needed just so he could get a glimpse of someone." He mumbled loudly without fearing the consequences of talking back to me.
Good Lord! Just a couple of minutes meeting with Valentina and Javier got the courage to mock me.
See, she is clearly a bad influence.
"The loathing is from both sides. Don't make fables in your head and get me to the office without getting me into any accident. I can see you eyes left your head after meeting you favorite queen."
"You mean Ex-Queen, sir?" Javier asked cornering me for accidental slips of words.
I don't understand why my people love that untamed, annoying as hell, disrespectful tigress at all.
The only love I have for her is to throw insults at her and rile her up enough to pressure her into giving me a punch or two.
Having rows with her is the best kind of stress relieving technique ever.
Pity we are divorced before killing each other.
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