Nothing to a King without a Queen (Nate Maloley FanFic)

Chapter 7

Three hours later the house is finally painted and I have decided to look for some jobs on my phone. A notification pops up asking for models, and I happily click on the link and call the photographer. He is happy with my 'appearance' and says that my tattoos will be good for the artwork.

"GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP MODEL GIRL" Rickey screams from outside my door. You see we have formed a basic ground rule, where you are not allowed inside each-others room unless specific instruction or permission has been given, it's a very good rule. I roll out of the bed and pull my sweat shirt off and slip on a Victoria's Secret push up bra with a matching g-string. Still half asleep, my body pulls me towards my wardrobe and I pick out a tribal print crop top and high waisted shorts, as I kick a pair of combat boots towards my bed. Seconds later I am dressed and call for Rickey, letting him know that he can now come in

"Can I make you beautiful now?" he teases, leaning against the door.

An hour and a half later he has curled my blue hair and done my makeup in a cut crease, with winged eyeliner and blue contacts to match my hair. I walk out of the bathroom slightly more awake and get into my car before driving down to the location that I was given. As I pull up the small lake, I take in the beautiful scenery and smile getting out of my car happily.

"Hey are you Deci?" I hear a deep voice ask me from behind. I spin around on my toes and smile at the short man with a camera around his neck. I nod and smile making my way towards him

"Yea that's me. Are you Bryant?" I ask trying to pronounce his name right

"Yep the one and only. You said you have tattoo's right?" I nod "Where are they?" he asks

"Like on my ribs and hips and back of my neck and obviously under my eye, they're kinda everywhere though" I reply pointing to each. He nods and pauses as though he is thinking about something

"Okay so we're gonna change you into a bikini and then go down by the lake to get some shots alright?" I nod and follow him towards the clothing tent. A tall girl probably in mid 20s smiles at me and looks my body over a couple of times

"What size are you?" she asks sorting through the racks of bathers

"Um... about an eight or ten" I reply. She nods and pulls out a pair of white bathers. As she passes them to me, she ushers me into a small section of the tent, that had been created into a change room and I smile kindly as she leaves and pulls the curtain behind her. I pull off my clothes and quickly slip on the white bottoms and the fringe bikini top. When I turned to face the mirror I immediately notice my blue and white crystal belly piercing and wonder if I should take it out, nah, adds to the character right? Deciding against it, I leave the belly piercing in and walk out to see Bryant setting up his camera and tripod.

After a rough 5 hours of moving around the small lake and different poses we finally have enough shots. The dresser and designer, Danielle, runs towards me as I get in the car with a bag in her hands. She reaches me and places the bag in my back seat and I look at her confused

"You keep the stuff you model" she explains smiling. I thank her and give her a brief wave as I drive home. The roller door opens and I move my car into its place, turning the ignition off as I park it. The house is strangely quite as I walk in. when I check the living room and the kitchen I assume that he is in his room. Minutes later I close the blue door to my room and lay down on my soft bed and close my eyes thinking everything over and having a mental war with myself

Why did you move?

Why didn't you face it?

How do you know that anything even happened?

What was so bad about it?

The voices in my head continuously taunt me and I shove my earphones in my ears and blast the latest playlist at full volume, drowning the voices out.

A/n it should get better soon (Here's hoping) Mahogany