“So, you’re saying that you don’t care about what other people say?”

Switching her crossed legs to the right, she let out a subtle chuckle. Salacious, even her laugh is suggestive. It will make your eyes focus on her apple, the alluring lips of the crude woman who is currently on a hot-seat interview, being watched by millions across the United States of America.

The crew of CBX Channel, which is known for their controversial questions, leaned their heads forwards, waiting for the answer of the sultry, sultry lady. Finally, after about half a minute, she worded, “Why would I?”

Deafening silence filled the corners of the white room, sealing in the sunlight which is faintly making its way inside. The camera of the entertainment staff brood over her body, as if showing what’s really important, her visuals.

“Uhm, that’s all you have to say?” the interviewer wearing a conservative dress queried, raising her eyebrow as a sign of disparaging hail.

Anya’s eyes remained fixated on the latter’s basic face. All of the mocking words you can ever think of were running in her mind, fueling her distaste for the captious woman. Even though no one said it, it was evident. The girl asking questions was heavily judging her the moment she saw Anya's captivating beauty.

Not surprising, honestly. She is known as the politically-correct, vegan activist journalist that captures everyone’s attention with her controversial morning spoofs, and today, Anya Cyka Fedorov is her main star.

“Do I have to say anything else?” Anya abruptly retorted, throwing a glance on the men behind the cameras, making them gasp in unison as she was totally the lead of their wet dreams. “Hi boys,” she greeted, giving them a wink as if the cameras weren’t rolling.

‘Hoo…’ was all they could rally in their heads.

The air-conditioning was on, in fact, it was so cold you’d feel your knockers shriveling but the temperature for these lads was soaring. They felt hot, enough to overthrow the fact that all of them are fucking married.

Rolling eyes at her disgusting display of confidence, the conservative reporter took offense.

“Well, don’t you want to defend yourself from the people who think you’re a lowly lady since you make a living out of having fun with older men’s uhm...” she paused, “you know, man parts? No offense,” she furthered, smiling smugly, thinking that she caught Anya off guard.

An awkward stifle ensued at the straightforward statement of the hideous woman. Even those who were feeling aroused earlier as they peek at Anya’s skirt instilled their silence, not knowing what to say or how to react.

Thankfully, the woman in question gracefully answered as she feels the rope constricting her fierceness snap.

“Honey, I don’t give a single damn about what people think. I suck old geezer’s dicks, you say? Go ahead, think that and make it the headline but one thing is for sure…”

She stood up, towering over the seated lady and showing her designer red body con that reveals just enough cleavage to make you recall all your sinful retrospections.

“I’ll drive a Tesla home and enjoy my life living in a three-million-dollar mansion, and you? You get to go home to your boring husband who works 6 days a week and gives you lame ass blowjob, while I pour myself the most expensive champagne you can ever dream of and be with rich folks who pays me what’s worth of your one year salary on one night of my performance. So, who’s really winning here?” she sneered. Biting her lips, she still continued, "by the way, your mascara looks hideous, it's clumping. I'm assuming it's a drugstore brand? So much so for a journalist like you, oh, and one last thing… drugstore brand makeup is made using beeswax, so suck on that, you vegan bitch!"

she mockingly giggled, gathering her bag and turning around.

The sound of clicking Louboutin’s blared soon after, followed by the thudding of the wooden door. The main star of this morning’s spoof walked out after berating the interviewer, shocking, to say the least.

Major bad news, however, the internet is going crazy.

Who is this Anya Fedorov, and 'what' the hell is she?

Several answers coursed the web and soon after, even the most influential people were questioned.

“Anya? Yeah, she’s great!” a delightful old man answered, furrowing his greyish brows as he remembers the night he spent with Anya. He’s a businessman, specializing in the trading industry and known for his billion-dollar fortune.

“Uhm, I don’t know her! I swear!” answered a politician, campaigning for a legislative position. Also known for his egocentric personality and undisclosed net worth.

“You mean Cindy?” a clueless frat boy bellowed, scratching his head as he looks at Anya's picture. “She sucked my b-“

Lewis turned the television off, wearing a face that can only be regarded as the face of utter repugnance.

“I can’t believe someone like that exists,” he commented, shaking his head and pulling himself up from the comfy sofa. “Disgusting,” muttered the lanky lad, throwing a piercing glare on the floor as he began getting ready for work.

He took a quick shower, cleaned his luxurious pent unit, sprayed a hefty amount of musk, and put on his black suit.

‘Neat and clean,’ is the special reward given to him aside from the valedictorian grant he gets every graduation ceremony. Known as one of the most hardworking, frank, and smartest people to ever grace the face of the earth, it's safe to say that Lewis Miguel Harlow is a man given to us as the perfect example of what a human should be.

He has a job that pays six figures a month.

He has a girlfriend, known as the sweetest and wealthiest heir in the country.

And he has a dynamic family, who participates in humanitarian activities.

To make it understandable, he got his shit together.

But there’s a catch.

Little did this good boy know that his perfect and repetitive life is about to get butchered the moment he meets someone; and by someone, who could it possibly be?