Victoria's Secret Angel

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I glanced down at the giant brown stain on Tony's crisp white shirt and chuckled. "Stop laughing, it's not funny anymore. In fact, it was never funny in the first place!" Tony let out a frustrated sigh, poking the stain.

"I'm sorry! I just can't believe that girl spilt coffee on you! Well, then again, who drinks coffee on roller skates?" I chuckled again replaying the event in my head. We were in the airport, about to board the plane when a freaky blond girl with her ipod on full blast and roller skates crashed into Tony and drenched him in her steamy mocha latte. I stifled another laugh. Cracks me up every time.

Now, after a very long flight, we were just about to hop off and step into California! My leg bounced up and down, anxiously awaiting to get out and stretch my long limbs.

Tony rested his hand on my leg, "Calm down, the flight wasn't that long."

"Ugg! I hate staying still!" I whined.

"I can see that," he chuckled. Finally, the pilot came over the loud speaker, notifying that we had landed safe and sound. I giggled with excitement as the hatch opened up, letting more of the sweet California-sun stream in. A gust of wind followed the light, blowing my hair back around my shoulders. Even though it's California, it's almost winter, so it's a little chilly out.

I skipped down the stairs with my carry-ons in hand and basked my slightly bronze skin in the warm sun. I turned to look at Tony, "I didn't know planes could drop you off right outside."

"They can when you're with me," he said, pointing behind me. I furrowed my brows in confusion, the glanced around only to see a limo with the driver from New York and the big body guard next to him. I grinned with excitement and ran towards the limo.

"Oh my god!" I gasped. Tony chuckled and opened up the door for me, "After you," he said.

I was just about to climb in when I realized something, "what about our bags?"

"Already in the trunk," the driver responded as he went around front. I nodded and climbed into the limo. The interior was all black leather with a built in minibar and disco lights for night.

"Whoa...." I said as I poked around the interior of the limo. Tony slid in after me, and then Ace after him. "So, where to?"

"To the Loveanna house. It's right on the beach, you're gonna love it," Tony answered. I nodded and looked longingly out the tinted windows. We were on a long road with a beach running along side it. The water was blue and calm, and the sunset was a hazy pink and orange. I sighed in contempt and rested my chin on my hand.

"The other models can't wait to meet you, I told them in advance," Tony ushered in a few minutes later.

"How many are there?"

"Three and their hot!" Ace let out a big, deep laugh and slapped his knee.

Tony chuckled, "Well, they are models, that's kind of the point."

"So...do you guys think I'm hot?" I pointed to myself.

Ace cleared his throat, looking the other way. Tony rolled his eyes at Ace and then winked at me, "You're gorgeous."

My eyes widened and my cheeks felt warm from blushing. I quickly looked the other way. What was that just now? Why does he already have this affect on me...I barely know him...

Thankfully, we pulled up to our destination. Tony was right, I do love it! It was your typical California beach house, with big windows to overlook the ocean view. A patio decorated the side along the beach with a grill, umbrellas, and seating. On the upper floors were a couple of patios, decorated with what seems to be clothes tossed everywhere. I chuckled, yup, girls definitely live here.

***

Jasmine rummaged through the stainless steel refrigerator for something to snack on, she was starved. It sucked not being allowed to have ice cream, and she craved it every minute of every day.

Sighing, she settled for a sweet clementine to hopefully satisfy her sugar craving.

"Look out below!" Jasmine whipped her head around just in time to see a pink soccer ball being hurled her way. She dodged it, making it wack the fridge instead.

Frowning, she placed her hands on her hips and gave a stern look towards the sporty blond running down the stairs. "How many times do I have to tell you? No sports in the house!" she admonished the blonde, who just shrugged. "Sam!"

"Jasmine, calm down! I was just tossing it around," Sam rolled her eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I mistake that with sport related activity?" Jasmine said sarcastically, placing a hand on her chest and burrowing her eye brows innocently in question.

Sam sighed and retreated upstairs, the pink soccer ball tucked loosely under her arm.

Jasmine silently watched her. It seems as though Jasmine is more of a mother figure to these girls then a friend. Her eyes widened. Where's Mia?

She slammed down the poor little clementine and marched her way upstairs to Mia's room. The door cracked open slightly, just enough to let Jasmine see two sleeping figures in bed.

Anger and annoyance rattled through Jasmine and she slammed the door wide open, making the two figures jolt awake. "Mia!" she roared.

Mia yawned and stretched her long, thin arms, oblivious to the veil of anger surrounding the raven haired girl at the door way. The man in her bed was far too aware of Jasmine, having always feared what she could do to him every time he came over.

He jumped out of bed, grabbing his clothes, and kissed Mia quickly on the cheek before made his way out of the house.

Jasmine checked her watch. "30 seconds. A new record," she said.

"Jasmine, why do you always have to chase Jason away?" the petite red head whined. She sat up, holding up the white sheet to cover her chest.

"Because you can do better."

"But I love him!" Mia pouted, her lip quivering.

"That's what you said about Mike last week," she muttered. "Anyway," Jasmine clapped her hands together, "It's time to get up. The new girl's coming today."

Mia quickly recovered and giggled, "Yay! I can't wait!"She leapt out of bed, ripping off the sheets revealing everything, and skipped into the bathroom for a quick shower.

Jasmine yawned, stretching the long, toned arms and glanced at the clock. Only 7. The girl's are gonna be up all night!

She waltz into her clean room, humming a tune she couldn't quite remember the name of. On her desk, sat a lone picture frame, housing her sweetest memory. It was a picture of her love, Dominic, and herself curled up by a fire on the beach. Mia had taken it without her knowing, and innocently presented it on her 22nd birthday, almost a year ago now.

Since then, he disappeared, leaving nothing but a farewell note in his place. Jasmine was sure it was that of her parents doing. Dominic was her parents sworn enemy after he confessed his love for her in front of them. Her parents are strict and Indian, their only dream is seeing her marrying a successful Indian doctor or lawyer.

But Jasmine refused a traditional arranged marriage and made her parents furious. Thus, here she is now, an underwear model with a broken heart.

Jasmine sighed, tightly closing her eyes, burning with tears, and puts the frame face down.

Just then there was a firm knock on the door, and she dabbed at her eyes, straightening her back. Making her way towards the door, she called out for Sam and Mia. they fought each other down the stairs, racing to the door.

"Hey," Jasmine greets Tony as she opens the door.

"Hey Jasmine. Mia, Sam," Tony nods. "So are you ready to see the new girl?" Mia and Sam both nod eagerly. "Ta-da!" Tony moves aside, presenting the shy girl who smiles timidly there way. Her hands are clasped together in the front and her shoulders are a little bit slumped, showing her lack of confidence. She looks nervous, and Jasmine can't help but feel a little sorry for her.

Who knows how Tony got his hands on her. She went to school with him and she knows how overbearing he can be.

When Tony called the house, Jasmine was taken aback, having not heard from him for years. He surprised her when he told her the news of agreeing to take over his father's business soon, and how he took it upon himself to help the aging man out for now.

"Guys, this is Kendal."

***

(Kendal's POV)

I waved to the stunning girl's in front of me, there eyes lighting up as they smiled.

"Hi Kendal, I'm Mia!" The girl with the fire red hair greeted. She was a little taller than I was, and very slim. She also had dark blue eyes that clashed with her red curls which are pulled from her pale face with a brown headband.

"Hey I'm Sam," the second to smiled an waved. She had short blonde hair that was tossed around and fell naturally over her forehead. She had an edge to her, sporty, but also had soft brown eyes that, if you didn't notice before, complemented her delicate features.

"Hey Kendal, I'm Jasmine," the last girl greeted me with a handshake and I stared at her in awe. Out of the three she was the tallest, passing six foot, her whole body long and lean. She had tan skin, a little darker than my Italian color, and long black hair. Unlike my soft, jet black waves, she had long, straight hair with natural brown highlights and bangs. Her cat like features conveniently accompanied with electric green eyes.

They were all gorgeous, and of course being Victoria's Secret models, they had curves and nice sized chests. My chest is okay. But it does have a downside when you're a dancer. Size D boobs get pretty annoying when you're jumping and leaping.

They guided me to the kitchen where Jasmine gave me a glass of iced tea. "So, this is your new home from now on If you have any trouble with the girls, just come talk to me," Tony said, smiling, and then winked. My breath hitched for a second before Sam elbowed his side. I clutched my necklace, something I do when I'm nervous.

I quickly recovered and then laughed with the others girls.

Well this will be an interesting adventure...