model affair

[one]

"she's the best anyone has ever seen, she's signed for nearly every single agency"
"dude you seriously don't know who she is?"
"come on daniel! she's the best in the business"
"she's smoking!"
"mom i wish i could look like her"
"she's so pretty!"

that was what i heard on a daily basis without fail, i had admit i loved it, i loved people aspire to be me.

i'd been the modelling industry since i was eleven when i started commercial after my mom tried to get me into other sports such as gymnastics and ballet, we needed the extra money so she booked me one shoot, and that one shoot got me more, and more until i was working with people such as gigi and bella hadid, adut kech, donatella versace,the list goes on so naturally of course i was wanting more, and by eighteen i sent out applications for the big agencies, gucci, vogue, prada, coach, hell even victoria secret and by the next day i was booked for all of them, i was officially models for them all, i was guaranteed a permanent place modelling for them, so i took my money and grabbed everything and moved to New York, the big apple, i bought a small quaint apartment on the upper east side which was high up, looking down on all of the streets.

"sam?-" sam was my agent from the beginning, he was basically the parent i never had, after i made money off shoots, my mom saw me as a money making machine and threw me away as her daughter, i did my best to keep as much money as i could to move away,

"i've got a VS shoot?! what give me one sec i'm in the middle of my workout, i'll call you back" i leaned on my stair master and squealed in happiness, quickly finishing off my workout i called him back

"they want you in tomorrow at 10pm, you think you can do it?" i racked my brain

"yeah, what time does the plane leave?" i was already rushing around to pack a bag of essentials

"betty babe, i can hear you panicking, don't come makeup and hair ready, the plane leaves at 5 am, so be up for 4:30 and i'll come with you, they need me there as your manager, get your beauty rest baby, we're going to LA!" he shouted and i giggled hanging up the phone whilst smiling.

i packed the bare essentials, toothbrush, toothpaste, clothes and skincare that i'd do on the plane sam said they'd got everything else covered for me and set it next to my apartment door,

i hopped in the shower letting the warm water rinse the sweat off, climbing out and getting dressed i let my hair air dry seeing as though it would be burnt to a crisp tomorrow i fixed myself some scrambled eggs on toast with kale.

slipping into bed after setting my alarm i drifted off into a peaceful sleep before what only felt like minutes later my shrill alarm went off, making me leap out of bed and getting dressed into comfy sweats and a cropped hoodie

classy airport style

"nervous" sam asked once i'd escaped the paparazzi crowding round my apartment and into the blacked out SUV

"hell yeah" i smiled checking i had everything in my bag

airport security was quick easy and smooth, we had no trouble and made it to the jet at 4:55 settling in and taking off

"i heard forsyth jones is going to be there" sam nudged me

"who's that?" i looked up from an old vogue magazine i was reading

"who's that! betty he's a big time designer, you get involved with him and its game over for every one else, you'll be on top of the world!" he exclaimed, shaking his head sarcastically at the fact i didn't know who he was

"oh, is gigi coming?" i asked, changing the subject

"duh, bella too, i know how well you guys get along"

"well they look after me"
it was true, those two really stepped up and helped me with everything to practising how to runway model to how to shop low key, i was very close to them, they were like big sisters to me i even get to babysit khai whilst gigi's modelling,

"get some rest, we land in forty minutes" he ebbed me to sleep and i did, my body thanked me i just knew my feet and everything would ache

"betty,betty we're here" sam shook me awake and i looked out the window seeing all of LA

i bounded off the plane and straight to baggage claim, grabbing my bags and waiting for sam to shield me from the public, one thing i hated about being famous was the publicity one wrong move and it was all over for me.

"elizabeth cooper! i've heard many great things about you!" i heard a loud feminine voice screech as i walked into the victoria secret venue, i spun round on my perfect heels and greeted her

"alessandra ambrosio it's so nice to finally meet you" she engulfed me into a hug

"god your so cute and small, your going to fit right in, you got any trouble with the models come and tell me, i'll sort them out, we gotta look out for each other" she winked and kissed me on the cheek, we exchanged numbers and she walked off, waving goodbye

"oh my god" sam fanned his face i just giggled knowing he was having a fan girl moment

i stood talking with him for while and getting used to everyone and talking with other models when one girl pulled me over into her group who were whispering

"that's him betty!" sam came over and pulled me away

"who?" i whispered back

"forsyth jones" he chuckled

and by god this man looked like he was sculpted by angels themselves he had black curly hair, he was dressed in head to toe in gucci

he walked in with a bodyguard who stood nearly 7 foot tall

"god he's like the best at designing, his designs will suit you so much better" he nudged me after forsyth had looked over to me and smiled softly

"tell me you fucking saw that"

"no"

[a/n]

enjoy the first one my love.
vote and comment <3