“Tilt your head a little bit, and give me a fierce look but not that type that makes you look like you're trying so hard.”In all of the photographers that I have encountered, this one right here has my favor.I like him. I don't know why.“Perfect.” He smiles, “Now, strike a pose of how you interpret boredom with your body.”It has been two days since I signed the agreement that Calvin Klein prepared for me. They sent me a lot of things that I get to keep, and they also gave me a huge amount of money in my bank account.And now, here I am. Doing the photoshoot; wearing their underwear products for women.As usual, some of the photos will be black and white.Classic Calvin Klein.But I couldn't argue though, I like the black and white aesthetic sometimes.“It's time for the sexy and edgy vibe that you were talking about earlier.” He jokingly said, but he's only hyping me up.That's what my gut is telling me.Besides the photographer taking pictures of me right now, there are also othe
“3, 2, 1. Action!”I slowly sit up from laying on the bed beside Norman. I look back to pretend that I'm checking if he's still sleeping. When satisfied, I stood up and went to the closet.Cameras follow me, both the videographer and the photographer.Just like what Jack had instructed, I put on the white long sleeved polo effortlessly. The camera then focuses on my feet going perfectly fitting the high heels I am told to wear.I quickly grab the keys to the lamborghini before running out of the hotel room. I take the stairs, and I run all the way down. As I expected, I managed not to trip or fall while running wearing heels.I mean, of course. I'm a model. Hello?While filming the whole little drama thing, there's a song playing in the background for me to feel the whole vibe of the set. To feel and execute what Jack wants me to do.The song is the one and only ‘You Don't Own Me’.I've seen many edits with this song, and this is exactly what I want for my fans to use.After all, it's
“Now, what? I thought you were going to enjoy Las Vegas ‘that much’?”I roll my eyes at Vincent when I spotted him sitting on the floor next to the door of my penthouse.“I've had enough. They weren't up for enjoying the vacation. They were enjoying women.” He stands up as I open the door, and he follows me inside without permission.“Enjoying women? What's wrong with that? You could've been doing the same thing with your friends.”I place my chanel bag on top of the table in the living room.Vincent just makes himself comfortable on the couch. Laying his back, and putting both of his feet above the table just next to my expensive bag.“I don't want that. I don't want to force myself.” Oh, just kill me. Why is he always saying things that make me feel like they're meant to impress me?I give him a tired look. Not because I'm tired doing the whole shoot, but because I'm tired of his pick me attitude.“You don't want to force yourself?” I tsk, “Vincent, you're a man. You can't fool me.
After walking past knocked out Vincent, I went into the bathroom to clean every part of myself. The quick shower that I took didn't even last for five minutes when my tummy started to rumble.“Guess, it's time for dinner.”In my PJs, I head to the kitchen to start preparing the ingredients for the dish that I'm going to cook.But then, my body suddenly tells me that I'm too tired to do all the cooking. And hell, there's two mouths that I'm going to feed. Mine and Vincent's. It won't be quick to cook a meal for two, plus I don't know what the hell he would like to eat for dinner.Instead of cooking, I browse through the internet to look for what my stomach will fancy to eat for dinner. And at the same time, something that Vincent will want to eat too.I'm thinking of Thai food... and then Chinese food.Until I end up browsing the menu in Clara's.I don't know, but I'm never going to have enough of eating foods from Clara's.As I scroll through the bottom, my eyes spot the bourbon stea
“Who was that? Who called you?” Vincent enters the living room holding a tulip glass with white wine in it.Until he reaches my direction, standing in front of me, I am still staring into thin air. Still in shock, and still in a state that I couldn’t move pass by.“Aurella?” He waves his hand in front of me in attempt to take my attention. But it wasn’t enough, I am replaying in my head what the caller just asked me.The tone of his voice; the uncertainty that hides behind it.I can’t seem to move on from it.“Here’s your white wine if you want it.” Vincent places the tulip glass on top of the table before giving up on getting a response from me. He then sits on the couch, still wondering what type of force made me like this.“Is it a big deal? Because you wouldn’t be like this if it isn’t a big deal.” This time, I finally have the ability to look at Vincent who is also looking at me in question.“It’s none of your business, Vincent. If I were you, I wouldn’t ask.” I am back to giving
“There she is!”Walking through a bunch of customers inside my store is now an everyday struggle for me.“Omg! She's so gorgeous!”I barely got up today.“Can we take a picture?” A girl in her twenties approaches me with a smile.With my head throbbing, I immediately declined her with the gentlest way possible. “I'm very sorry, I can't function well right now. My head is aching so bad. Terrible hangover. Can we take pictures later?” I glance at my wrist watch, “Before lunch. Can you wait or maybe return? I really need to take quite a rest in my office real quick.” I smile at her apologetically. Looking at her face, she seems very understanding and her smile turned gentle too.“I understand.” She responds, her voice not that audible for others, but for me it is.“Thank you so much. What's your name?” I continue to soothe the hell out of her when it's my head that I should be dealing with.“I'm Kayleigh. I'm a fan.” I can tell that she's trying so hard to seal her excitement inside. It'
“How's your head?” Lucas gently places the tray on the table with our orders in it.I flinch for a little when he mentions my head. I don't know why, but it hurts even more when it's acknowledged.“Still aching.” I reply as I continue to scroll through I*******m. There are pictures of Lucas and I, and it's everywhere. It's flooding my socials.‘Why are you with Lucas?’ I received a message from Trudy after a while when the pictures were spread by fan pages and by other people that like to feed off of my personal life.I ignore my brother's text, and I turn off my phone when Lucas finally takes the seat beside me.I knew that going out with Lucas will cause chaos both in my social life, and my personal life. I knew that people would be quick to conclude something by just looking at photos, and I knew that I would look stupid in their perspectives.But somehow, Lucas made me feel that I shouldn't really care. He made me feel that I should live my life the way I wanted.I have been living
I slowly open my eyes to the muffled voices that surround me.The first thing that I see is the white ceiling that indicates I'm lying down. That's when I noticed the soft mattress of the bed against my skin.“She's awake.” It was Lucas.“Thank you so much.”“Yeah. Whatever it is you'll need, Lucas. See you around.”Lucas is talking to a man whose voice is not really familiar to me. But I know in fact, that I am in a hospital and maybe he was talking to the doctor that assisted me.“Hey,” His hand quickly lays on my forehead to feel it with his touch. He's now extra gentle, and I don't know how to exactly react to it.“How are you feeling?” His hand moves down to my neck as if he's inspecting my temperature.“I feel fine, but my head is still throbbing a little bit.” I watch him sit on the bed just beside me with an expression on his face that I can't seem to name.“I know that I passed out. What did the doctor said?”Now, he has a hold on my wrist and he's feeling my pulse.“Just som