Giovanni
I always watched Adira's photojournal entries when she posted them online so I was able to keep up with most of her shoots as she vlogged quite a bit of them. But seeing the final photos was something entirely different. I listened to her talk about each shoot and was glad to see her smiling and laughing as she told me her stories. She had finally been making really good progress with her anxiety and it was really starting to show in her work and what she was capable of doing. She had been participating in more of them in front of the camera again and had even picked up a few side jobs there, which didn't really surprise me as she'd been doing that more and more.
I picked out several to get prints enlarged for the office. I had sold the last set she'd brought back from her trip to Alaska. Clients and associates alike would ask about the photos and after her second destination trip we had both agreed that I would allow them to buy them when she brought a new set, but that she had to take the profit. She agreed only if I took a 10 percent brookerage f*e, which I did, but directed the funds to the charity division.
Adira was like a daughter to me now. I wish she could have met my love, my wife before her passing. She had always wanted a girl and she would have adored Adira. I remember the first time I had met her - she had been our youngest applicant, having worked hard and skipped two grades. At not quite 16 she stood before our panel and shared how she wanted to share the beauty of the world with other children and people like herself - those who couldn't afford to travel and who had used photos and stories of far off corners of the world to imagine a better life for themselves. She had lost her mother the year prior and never knew her father and yet you would never have known based on the confidence she exuded.
When we had met with her again to present her with her scholarship and grant package, she had actually cried, being so excited. You could tell she brought so much light to those around her and I had no doubt that she would be able to do that through her photography. It had broken my heart when I saw her in the police station that night 6 years ago.
But she was forging ahead now, years of therapy and her alter ego helping her bloosom. She had some of the most lucrative contracts around the world and still set time aside to do things like senior pictures, pictures for the animal shelters, as well as pictures for DHS and children up for adoption. Her heart was as big as ever.
I knew she had a busy next few months - we had some joint charity events, plus the opening of her gallery and all of her pre summer and summer shots. She traveled so much these days but she was happy and that's all I wanted for her. I was always glad that she made time to see me when she was home. After her first million she actually bought a place not far from my house with a large barn that she had converted to a photography studio. I'd help her find the contractors - wanting to make sure she didn't get taken advantage of- but she paid for it all with her money and was so proud of it.
She usually still stayed her first day back with me. She siad it was for comfort and so she could show me her work, but I felt it was more about loneliness. Here she had me and the staff but at home it was just her and Charlie. She had been a very outgoing girl before but now, outside of her work, she spent very little time around others.
I kept hoping over the last few years that she would make some real friends or even meet a nice boy but many didn't look past her 'messy photography genius' persona that she wore like armor - baggy cargo pants and oversized shirts or hoodies or the occasional vest with her hair thrown up in a messy style and her large glasses on. And honestly if they couldn't see the gem that was under that then they didn't deserve her.
ValentineAfter dinner and several drinks I decided to head back to dad's place as it was closer than my apartment in the city. We'd stayed out late as it had been awhile since I'd had time for dinner with my cousin and friends. I had always kept a few things in my room at his house just in case, but over the last few years my visits home had been much more rare. I texted him to let him know that I was going to stay over and was surprised when he answered.Papa I'm going to crash at the house for the night if you'd like a ride into work in the morning. Si grazie figlio. Will save Toni a trip. Drive safe.When I pulled back up I saw that Adira's pickup was still here and I wasn't surprised. She had a room here too we had just never been here at the same time. My father had taken her under his wing years ago and in some ways I had been greatful as it shifted some of his focus off of me and allowed me to really grow into my own without pressure from him. I knew that she'd be com
AdiraCharlie and I made our way back to my room, a small smile on my face. Valentine wasn't nearly so bad when he was relaxed. And man did he look delicious out of a suit. He was the type of man that could make a potato sack look designer. It was the way he held himself, his confidence just oozing from him. But you can see there was more to him - so much more behind his eyes. And the way his face softened when he laughed...I sighed as I brushed my teeth. I should definately not be thinking about him right now. Or about how I wanted to run my hands down his chest and follow the trail of hair lower... He was a man's man. I had always found chest hair sexy on man, somrthing more primative and utterly masculine, especially paired with that short scruffy beard. Most of the men I photographed now a days waxed or even did laser treatments to be bare and smooth. Each to their own I guess. I laid down on the bed and Charlie laid down behind me, his warmth against my back a sooth
Giovanni"Thank you for calling me. I am sorry they caused so much trouble for you and I appreciate you not charging them," I said, shaking the Chief's hand while pinching the bridge of my nose with my other hand. Valentine's drinking had only gotten worse since his mother's passing but this was the last straw. "It's no worry Mr. Rossi. I was young once too. And I heard your boy graduated Validictorian, so congratulations. Just tell him and Mr. Agosti to keep the partying to a more normal level next time," the Chief replied smiling. Sometimes it paid to be a big supporter of our local police force.I watched as my son and his cousin Matteo were escorted from the cells in the back to the front desk where I was waiting on them. They were so wasted they could barely stand. I scoffed and colsed my eyes taking a deep breath, trying to gain some patience. Tomorrow they would be in for a rude awakening. My driver Toni came forward as we approached the doors to assist with gettin
AdiraThe gallery opening was less than two weeks away and I was stressed and excited at the same time. Though I still had 7 shoots to do before then most of my time would be focused here. I had sent out all the final prints from my Egypt trip, closing out those contracts and only needed to finish setting up the space here for it.I could hear Adrian on the phone with one of the newer photographers that I had invited. This gallery wouldn't just be for my works, it would be a way for new and up coming photographers to show off what they got. It had actually been Adrian's idea to help fill the space and take some of the focus off of me. He had been a find and I honestly don't know if I would have been able to get it off the ground without him. When I had told Gio that I wanted to open a gallery he helped me set up interviews here in the empty building. He acted as the one actually looking and I sat in playing the role of secretary. Adrian was the only one who greeted both of u
ValentineMy father had called earlier and asked that I join him for lunch. I was mildly surprised as he had been in and out of the office a lot this week. I had a meeting at 1 so I asked if he minded ordering in. He said no problem and he'd see me at 12. It was 12:15 by the time I stepped out onto his floor. I noticed the difference immediately as instead of blank walls desert prints now hung. While I had always seen the photos that hung there, I'd never really paid attention to them. They were amazing. I felt like I could reach out and touch the sand in some of them. Adira must have been by.I hurried to my father's office and walked right in. "Sorry I'm late. I couldn't get Craig..." I started before realizing my father wasn't eating alone."Well come in. Don't just stand in the door. Craig is always the worst to get off the phone," my father replied as my eyes stayed on Adira. She smiled at me a little and I nodded back. "Hello. I saw your photos out there. They
Adira"Micah, tilt your chin up slightly. Yep right there. Now look into the lens and lick your lips slowly," I called out, snapping away. "Alright. Head back, arch your spine a little and stroke it. I'm gonna play the audio, just do what feels natural."Micah was the last of the 3 "Tattooed Hotties" that I had today. I had learned early on that it was hard to keep them hard while giving them completely unsexual direction during filming and since I sure as hell wasn't going to touch them I needed to give them ammunition. So depending on where we were shooting I had several options for them, allowing them to choose what made them most comfortable. That was a big reason why I was so popular.Micah was currently listening to excerpts from one of the erotica novels I'd read and recorded. Men won't usually admit to reading it, but hearing it was apparently a huge turn on for them.Micah was close to finishing and I called out to him. "Look this way Micah," I said softly, waiting
AdiraSaturday was a perfect day for the shoot for Emilia and her friends. I had told Emilia that the girls could get ready here together while I set up the sets but I actually had a surprise for them. I was already at the door with Charlie when Toni pulled up and the girls piled out. Emilia came over to hug me and introduce her friends while Toni unloaded their bags onto the porch. Charlie was excited having the girls all fawn over him and even Toni laughed at his antics. I told the girls to grab their bags and head into the first room on the left. Once they were in Toni came over and handed me 4 checks - one for each girl. "Seriously, thank you from me and the other parents. They couldn't believe how little you were charging," He said smiling and shaking my hand. I smiled back and said "Did you tell them you got the friends and family discount?" He laughed and said "Yep I sure did. Now show me to the grill and I'll get the brisket on for you." "You're a life saver. I
ValentineIt was Saturday afternoon and I still couldn't get her off my mind. I didn't understand what this power was that she had over me. I'd always had my pick but I'd never felt this ... desire to be around one. Usually I enjoyed them wrapped up in beautiful dresses or with lingerie, but here I was thinking about a girl in a t shirt. It's early afternoon and I was sitting here staring out of my balcony wondering what she was doing until I remembered. She said she had a shoot today and then invited my father over for a cook out. Maybe I could just happen to go over there...I quickly changed out of the sweats I was wearing into some jeans and a sweater and drove out to my father's house. I pulled up about 3:30 and was glad to see his car was still there. Unless he had walked... He said she lived close but never said where. Well I was already here so I figured I would just knock.He opened the door himself which surpised me and ushered me. "I wasn't sure you were going to