Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 105: Awaiting

Chris’s POV

The shoot for the autumn season was ready to start. It had been two weeks since Mia and I had a disagreement in the restaurant. After that, we had no further communication with one another. We were all running around like headless chickens because they fall shoot was one of the most important events for our company, but we didn’t even have time to pause and catch our breath, let alone talk about the future. This was not merely due to the fact that we continued to be angry with one another. After our conversation about the weather in the restaurant, you couldn’t exactly make a passing remark about the weather in the workplace because we were both too busy to talk. In addition, after our conversation about the weather in the restaurant, you couldn’t exactly make a passing remark about the weather in the workplace.

However, as I found out that she was going to have a baby, I immediately began hunting for the symptoms, and I found them everywhere. She did not appear to be glowing like pregnant women typically do. I noticed that she always appeared to be fatigued, and I also noticed how frequently she needed to use the restroom. In spite of the fact that I was clueless about what caused morning sickness, it seemed to persist throughout the day. And it didn’t stop. I made an effort to determine how much time had passed since the last time we had communicated with one another. How many months have passed? Could you give me more? She wasn’t showing as much as I had imagined and was quite far along, but she was still very much pregnant. In spite of the fact that it was growing colder, she continued to dress in loose-fitting shirts, baggy pants, and embroidered coats. She did an excellent job of keeping it a secret.

On the other hand, I was conscious of the pregnancy bump, so I was able to spot it. The session was a very busy one. Because of it, we all went to bed rather late. On the enormous, open floor where we hosted it, the screen, camera, and lights were set up against one wall. The remainder of the room was partitioned off as a dressing area for the models, and that is where they speedily changed into the following costume after removing all of their apparel until they were completely naked.

A line of computers worked on photographs that had been taken in the past to guarantee that the schedule ran as well as it possibly could given the nature of what we were doing. Meanwhile, hairstylists walked from model to model while makeup artists worked at their respective stations. There was total anarchy. My hand is in every aspect of this production.

I was located a safe distance away and I watched the gunshot. Before returning to the bright lights, the models did not mind getting painted or having their clothing yanked on at the various stations. In addition to this, they did not mind being exposed in front of other people.

I found Mia in the locker area where we were changing. She was making an attempt to set up a fashion show line. She appeared worn out and fatigued, with dark circles under her eyes and bags under her eyes. She moved in an awkward manner and would periodically rest her hand on her lower back in an apparent attempt to alleviate the agony.

When her employer, Lea, came up to her, she was plainly furious over something. Because I had previously done work for Lea, I was aware that she was a demanding supervisor. Lea was aware that being soft was not acceptable in the world of fashion, despite the fact that many others had attempted it and given up on it.

She took a good look at the clothes and then yelled in a very audible tone, "What the heck is this?" Mia gave her a look that conveyed confusion before turning her attention to the clipboard that was laying on the floor next to her feet. You are causing confusion for everyone in the line. Not until those models over there are completed can we proceed with this.

"Lea, I’m sorry."

" I don’t understand what’s been going on with you as of late. Do not apologize to me in any way. Avoid making the mistake in the first place so that I won’t have to deal with the consequences later."

I went in a new direction. Lea was putting a lot of pressure on Mia. She had no idea that the girl was pregnant, but she continued to be supportive anyway.

I was curious and wanted to know, "Is everything well here?" It seemed as though Lea was annoyed that I was there.

Lea responded firmly, "Nothing to worry about.

"Would you just ease up on her a little bit?"

She pulled a face on purpose. "Are you giving me instructions on how I should carry out my responsibilities?"

"I’m just begging you to treat her with kindness; please hear me out." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

A sneering glare from Lea was sent in my direction. She did not answer the phone and instead turned her back on it.

I focused Mia’s attention on me.

I was anticipating an affirmative response from her and a gesture of gratitude, so I suggested that she take a seat and pass the responsibility for handling the situation to another person. Instead of apologizing, she sneered at me. The sensation was unexpected on my part.

She remarked, "I don’t need you to come to my rescue if things go wrong."

"All I wanted to do was lend a helping hand."

She gave a little shrug and rubbed some skin on her temple before shaking her head. She stated, "I thought I made it fairly plain - I don’t need anything from you," and I quote, "I thought I made it fairly clear."

I let out a low moan. "Mia, this is not required in any way. Just do it."

She told him, "There’s no need for you to act like the big boy in my life when I’ve been doing everything just fine without your assistance."

I wanted to argue with her, get into a battle with her, and tell her what I believed. I wanted to inform her that she was behaving in a manner that was very unacceptable. I was rendered speechless by the look on her face. Due to the fact that her face was so white, I found it hard to believe that she was still standing. It appeared as though she was having difficulty breathing due to the glassy appearance of her eyelids, watery eyes, and slightly parted lips. As she struggled to talk, her legs began to buckle, and she rolled her eyes back in her head. She landed on the ground in a heap after tripping. I lunged forward, grabbed her, and pulled her down in a slow, gentle manner.