Chapter 2

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Chapter 2 -

I turned up the radio in my new Porsche that my mother got me this year. Pitbull's new song with Christina Aguilera blasted through my silver 2013 Cayman. I tapped my hand on the stearing wheel as I pulled to a stop light. My window's were down, as the wind cooled my body. I pulled down my mirror to check my make-up and hair.

I noticed a smelly truck pull up beside me at the light. A bunch of guys with the windows down were inside. I saw them peek over to my car. "Holy shit, nice car babe!" The passenger called over. I leaned over to the window to look directly at them. They went wide eyed, "Shit, aren't you that super hot model?" They all gawt at me now.

"What if I am?" I winked at them. The light turned green and I speed away. I looked in the mirror and saw they were still sat there being honked at. I laughed to myself. I checked the time. "Shit." I said to myself. I slammed the gas and illegally sped all the way to Dixon street. I managed to get there in good time, with 5 minutes to spare! I pulled into the parking lot, and stepped out. I changed at school before I left. I pulled down my black and white dress, and was careful with my heels on the sidewalk. 

I looked at the rather new sign my Agency got. It was pink and black with stars on it. "Bridget Sparks Modeling Agency". I walked through the double black doors, and took a deep breathe. This place always smells like peaches to me. 

"Lacy! You are almost late, are you crazy!?" My manager, Ron Johnson ran around the corner of the Hall of Fame.

"Jeez, I drove as fast as I could, Ron. You didn't give me much notice!" I casually walked down the hall with Ron. I looked on the wall as I walked by. Roxy Stewarts... Super Model. My mom. I smiled to myself. As we continued down the hall to my dressing room to get changed and have my make-up done, I looked over again and saw myself. Lacy Stewarts... I was titled "On the Rise Model".

"So you and Aaron are going to be shooting as a couple on a beach set today. I didn't get a say, Aaron's manager decided it." I rolled my eyes as Ron opened the door to my dressing room. I noticed the Bikini that was laid out for me. I looked at Ron and narrowed my eyes. "He choose them, we weren't allowed to choose. Sorry Lace, you can't back out now." He smiled and waved as he left the room. The make-up artist's quickly came in and fixed my hair into a cute bun and nice simple make-up, but enough to make sure I'm still beautiful. They left and I changed into my skimpy pink bikini with string sides and the top half was just a pink bandeau.  I rolled my eyes in the mirror as I noticed it really did suit me, and slipped on my robe.

Ron escorted me to the set room. I looked at all the people in the room. Not our regular photographers, which disappointed me. There was one lounge chair surrounded by sand. A little table on the left of the chair with a smoothie looking drink with the little umbrella with it.  "Oh! Ms Stewart, pleased to meet you and take your photo this afternoon, Aaron will be here in just a few minutes." The photographer shook my hand, and I smiled. 

"Of course he's late, why wouldn't he?" I rolled my eyes again and Ron laughed. I noticed they were playing music in the background. It was The Wanted's song, All Time Low. I loved this song. I started singing along and dancing slightly while Ron laughed at me.

"Aw how adorable, little Lacy dancing." I stopped and turned to see Aaron Denver standing there in just his swim trunks. He had an incredible 6 pack, which was coming along great to an 8 pack as I could tell. He was a gorgeous man, but unfortunately, we have a history which isn't too great. Aaron often models with me, which I don't like. He's a cocky 19 year old while I'm only 17. 

"I am adorable." I raised an eyebrow and walked towards the set. Aaron was placed to sit on the edge of the top of the chair, which was sturdy. I unwrapped my robe, and Aaron winked at me.  I was placed to stand in between his legs and he wrapped his arm around my lower back. The photographer came over and fixed out positions and my hair and pushed on sand up around our feet some more. Then they turned on a low fan to slightly blow my hair a bit. He started taking the pictures and we smiled, moving ever so slightly. Aaron pulled me closer a bit and I put my arm hanging over his back. The photographer went crazy over it. No wonder I liked mine way better. I noticed Ron in the background straight faced. Whenever I did shoots with guys he never smiles.

"That's a wrap!" 

Finally it was over. I just wanted to get away from him now. I walked towards Ron to get my robe back, but Aaron stopped me first. "You know, you do look fantastic in that Bikini, you should keep it..." He winked at me and walked towards his manager. I shivered and walked faster. 

"Good work today." Ron helped me put on my robe.

"I guess, thanks." I gave him a half smile. He walked me back to my dressing room. And allowed me to change. Once I came back out, he was standing there waiting.

"I will contact you tomorrow regarding the show, I don't have the full details yet but I will tomorrow. Be careful on your way home." He smiled.

"Thanks Ron, good work today." I kissed his cheek like normal and left. Another day, another dollar, who cares if it was Aaron Denver? I sure don't.

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