Winning My Ex-Crush

Jessy’s POV

That man had shoulder-length curly hair, a sharp square jawline with a thin beard, and a sturdy physique. I could clearly see his broad chest under the white shirt he was wearing. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, emphasizing his strong forearms, adorned with blue veins.

Even his blue jeans couldn’t hide the bulge at the base of his thighs. And the gold zipper further emphasized the treasure map-like pattern behind it.

When the man raised his hand to sweep his long hair back, I felt a refreshing breeze with a fragrant scent hitting me.

Oh, God… What kind of tremor is this?

“Hello?” The man spoke again while my mouth was still agape.

“Oh, yes. Can I help you?” I asked, stuttering.

“I’m looking for Alan Schmidt.”

Oh, God! I didn’t mishear! His accent clearly indicated that he wasn’t from around here. I couldn’t hear a clear R, and I heard a sharp S. Was he from Europe? Was he from Russia? Clearly not from England.

“Oh, Alan. Yes, he’s in his office.”

Oh, God. What kind of torture is this?

I had just found such a handsome and sexy creature, but we had to part ways immediately. Why was he looking for Alan, if not because he was his partner? Moreover, he seemed very young. He looked exactly like the most handsome model in the world. Now I understand why pop stars chose a guy like him to be a model in their music videos.

I could even become obsessed with him. I was sure I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off him.

“Can you show me to him?”

“Oh, yes, sure. Follow me.” I hurriedly nodded and walked back to the third floor.

Upon reaching the third floor, I asked the man to wait for a moment. I knocked on Alan’s office door and went back inside. I saw Alan leaning his face toward Fenella’s. They were chatting, and Fenella was laughing when I entered.

Did I not see it wrong? I seemed to see Alan flirting with Fenella. Hm, naughty boy.

“Alan, someone is looking for you,” I said to Alan.

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“I haven’t asked for his name yet,” I said, trying to remain calm and composed.

In my heart, I screamed in anger. How could I ask for his name? I couldn’t possibly dare ask for his name with all these heartbeats! But I wanted to know his name!

“Just let him in,” Alan ordered.

I turned around and ushered the man into the office. When the man finally entered the office, Alan groaned irritably, and the sexy man chuckled with a mischievous grin. They didn’t immediately hug and kiss each other affectionately, like intimate partners.

“You’re late! The party’s over! What happened to you?” Alan asked with an annoyed roar.

“Sorry, I overslept. I got drunk last night, and my head hurt this morning. So I had to go to the pharmacy first to buy some painkillers.” Once again, the man just chuckled as he stated his reason for being late.

“You’re outrageous, Mike! You should have come earlier during the event,” Alan scowled.

The man called Mike just shrugged. He seemed relaxed, even though Alan was scolding him. How could he be so relaxed? Was it because he was Alan’s partner, so he knew Alan wouldn’t be mad at him for long?

“Jessy, Fenella, let me introduce you. This is Mikhail Kolas. He’s from Belarus. He’s my brother-in-law’s cousin. I recruited him to join as a new model here. Mike, watch your attitude towards them.”

Oh, so that’s it. So he wasn’t Alan’s partner? Thank goodness! Wait, a cousin of a brother-in-law means he’s still a stranger. They’re not family, so they could be in a relationship.

“How are you? Just call me Mike.” He immediately extended his hand to me.

“My name is Jessy. This is my model, Fenella.” I welcomed his hand.

Wow. His handshake was firm, his skin was smooth, and his smile was very bright and confident. The impression Mike left on my hand felt overwhelming. I so wanted that hand to touch me again.

“Hey, Fenella. Nice to meet you.” Mike walked over to Fenella and shook her hand too.

I slowly sat back down on the sofa next to Fenella. Mike sat on the other sofa, facing Alan. I handed Alan the latest photos of Fenella.

“Oh, yes, these are the latest photos, right?” Alan examined the photos for a moment.

While waiting for Alan to look at the photos, I glanced at Fenella and at Mike. Fenella and I seemed to speak with eye contact and facial expressions. We spoke without words, and it seemed Fenella was thinking the same thing as me-that Mike was very sexy.

“Yes, I can see your progress from the early career photos to these latest ones. I think I can trust Gene to you, Fenella,” Alan said, placing Fenella’s photos back on the glass table.

“Thank you, Alan,” Fenella said with a smile.

“Because you’re already a senior here, I believe you can be more independent in managing your schedule because you’re used to it. Moreover, because you’ll be the main model for Gene, I’ll be directly involved in the scheduling and projects you’ll be working on,” Alan explained.

“I intentionally invited Mike to the party to introduce him. If only he had come during the event, I’m sure many agents would have competed to be his agent. Unfortunately, he was late; everyone had already left. Isn’t that right, Jessy?” Alan asked me.

“Ah, yes. Most had gone home. Only Liza, a few models, and Silas were still in the office,” Jessy said.

“Yes, I suspected that,” Alan muttered.

“That’s why, Jessy. With various considerations, I want you to be Mike’s agent. I want you to promote Mike just like you took Fenella before,” Alan commanded like a king’s decree.

“So, I’ll be the agent for both Fenella and Mike?” I couldn’t believe this would happen again after so many years.

Dealing with Fenella alone was draining enough, both emotionally and mentally. Plus, she was in a honeymoon phase with Laird. No one could control Fenella’s impulsiveness as well as I did. What if she did something stupid while I was busy with Mike?

Alan nodded. I then turned to Mike, and he flashed a grin again.

“Hey, agent,” Mike said with his fingers raised in a salute from his temple.

Oh, no. He seemed like trouble for me.