The Love of the Racer
Brain Riot

"I can be Angelina's replacement artist."

All attention was immediately drawn to Jesslyn who had just interrupted the conversation. With a confident nature, the blonde woman ruffled her waist one hand, and the other hand appeared to be carrying a script sheet.

"Are you sure? This ad project isn't for fooling around, miss." The director asked with emphasis at the end of his sentence. He doubts, it is also impossible to accept a replacement artist without passing the casting first.

"10 mins. I think that's enough for me to study the script." Jesslyn again said without giving up her confidence.

The director laughed with a look of disdain. "Senior artists like Angelina Rowler just took a few days to learn the script, how could you who have never had a lunge in the art world of acting say that?"

"The wise man will judge something after seeing the result, sir. You haven't even seen me work yet" the woman quipped, successfully making an expression of disdain for the director.

"Jess, are you sure? If you fail, you'll embarrass yourself, especially me." Monica whispered behind Jesslyn's ear.

Turning her face to the side along with the ripples on her lips, Jesslyn made a sound again. "Did you forget who I was? I'm Jesslyn Seanie Wilson" she replied half-whispering as well.

"Okay, I believe you" said Monica followed by a steady nod. "But if you fail, I'm the first person to leave this place with a bag of black swipes on my head" he added with a double serious expression.

"Ck! You're amazing" Jesslyn said, elbowing Monica's perit behind her.

"Ughh! It hurts!" Monica protest while wiping the pain in the stomach due to the attack of the friend.

Jesslyn cleared her throat as she looked at the time-lifting machine on her wrist, then reopened the interaction to the director. "There has been a lot of precious time wasted, is this not also a loss? Can you imagine how much more loss you would have if you had turned down my offer. So, what else should you consider?"

The woman looked at Jeaven who was sitting not far from where she was standing. "You must also agree with my idea, right?" He asked a question.

Jeaven then glanced at the director, bringing his cold look and then making a sound. "I don't think 3 shots wastes too much of my time. If 3 shots fail, I'd better cancel this contract."

Once again, the handsome, sharp-eyed man again emphasized that his time was worth more than the advertising project. From the beginning, the Production House also knew, Jeaven Allison did not hesitate to choose to violate the work contract and pay a penalty rather than the friendship of his life was disrupted.

"Did you underestimate me? I can even act without repeating the shot." Jesslyn said the word with a hoot, without changing the position that is still ruffled waist.

"As far as you are. And remember, do as per the initial script and there are no kiss scenes." Jeaven confirmed, making Jesslyn's face look turn sullen.

Meanwhile behind Jesslyn, Monica seemed to scratch her head that suddenly itchy. 1 shot, he said, which is true, Jesslyn. I'd better find a scraped bag soon to wrap my head around later. It's frustrating.

While Verlin was actually quietly reviewing a bitter smile. Jesslyn is a very attractive woman. Does a poor man like me deserve to compete with him to attract the attention of the same man?

After Jesslyn had learned the script in the allotted time brackets, she was led to a special room to improve her appearance.

"Jeaven, tell me I'm beautiful." Jesslyn appeared posing beautifully in front of the Jeaven who happened to be in the room as well. The woman showed off her dazzling appearance, able to make the eyes of any man not blink for long.

"Jeeaven!" Call Jesslyn again. This time with a look of annoyance because the man in front of him did not give any response.

The man even seemed reluctant to glance at the beautiful Barbie creature. Jeaven was really too, his heart was like a rock on a snowy mountain peak.

Hard, cold, and hard to reach. That is the parable he said. However, it cannot tear down Jesslyn's wall of persistence. The woman was so tough with her feelings.

Drawn turning the seat occupied by Jeaven until Jesslyn's current position was already standing defiantly in front of him. The woman looked at the man's sanctions. "Is it that hard to speak in front of me? You're so outrageous, Jeav!"

Jesslyn continued to grumble without pause. I don't know how many thousands of phrases are already free from the tip of his tongue. Without him knowing, Jeaven was holding a throb at the bottom there.

The spring he tapped into a swish of passion that began to creep in from all directions. Jeaven didn't want to go back off guard. He must strengthen his libidarian defense so as not to be weak.

One leg strike instantly brought his gallant body to its feet. Until his broad shoulders face Jesslyn's tiny body now.

"Your appearance like this can invite evil." Jeaven lifted the zipper that was embedded in Jesslyn's chest, so that the twin hillside was no longer visible.

A second later, Jeaven carried her green iris to highlight several wardrobe costumes located in one corner of the room. Finding what he wanted, he walked over and swept the cloth that became his choice. Jesslyn even looked astonished, the man's gurgle was so difficult to make guesswork.

"Jeaven, why?" Jesslyn asked as she looked fixedly at the man who had just covered his innocent shoulder with a long scarf.

"In the studio a lot of men's crew. Keep the curves of your body" Jeaven said and passed right away after saying. He did not want to linger alone with the woman, afraid his libido back tempted.

Jesslyn looked at the broad back of the man with a longing look. A smile immediately adorned her beautiful face.

"You're so sweet, Jeav."

1 hour later~~

"Okay, wrap it! That's great." The director immediately stood up and clapped, followed by a rumble of applause from the rest of the crew.

He and all of the studio residents seemed satisfied with Jeaven's work, especially Jesslyn. The beautiful woman really showed her ability in acting, even though she was not someone who was active in the acting world. He has proven that his words are not nonsense.

After completing the commercials, Jeaven and Verlin left the studio without a word. Don't forget, there is still Jesslyn who will always be there wherever the man of his tribe is. While Monica? Of course he's in the same place.

"What do you want, Jesslyn?" A questionable stare mixed with a panted look on Jeaven's handsome face. In addition, Jesslyn got into her car without excuse, making the man have to sigh.

A sweet smile instantly framed Jesslyn's meaningful expression. Hands were invited to slip spoiled on Jeaven's muscular arms, with her face looking up at the man.

"You owe me, Jeav" said the woman in the hazel pearl.

"Unfortunately I don't feel indebted."

Jesslyn chipped followed by her two swollen cheeks. "Your advertisement was able to go well because of me. And your precious time is also not wasted. Did you have amnemia to the point of not remembering everything?" Protest with the face bent.

"Amnesia, Jesslyn." Jeaven confirmed as he shook his head.

"Yes, I mean amnesia. My tongue was twinkled," she said while grinning the horse. A second later he returned with a slightly serious look. "at least you should praise me," he demanded.

"How can I praise you while you're the brains of the riot."

"So you already know?" Jesslyn was shocked and looked in disbelief.

It was as easy as MotoGP rider Jeaven Allison to know all his movements while in the studio, including putting laxatives on a bottle of Angela Rowler drinks.

Jeaven rolled her face towards Jesslyn who was looking at her. His index finger tapped on the woman's forehead with anxiety. "In your head it's easy to read, Jesaslyn."

Connect~~