Young & Reckless

Chapter 12-Talia

Chapter 12 -Talia

That designer was a fucking asshole. He told me I had to lose at least ten pounds if I wanted to fit in any of his clothes or walk the runway. Motherfucker. I should tag him on Instagram and get him canceled for fat shaming me. I called my agent and she told me she will tell the company about his comments. I rolled my eyes, what if the agent tells him then he tells someone else and I'm blackballed from the styling world. Modeling and marketing were not the only thing I wanted in life. If I could, I aspire to be a designer too. Or a stylist. Jennette complimented me whenever we went out, how I could put together an outfit. Hmmph. Son of a bitch. I got home before Jennette did. I pulled out my phone, texted Sam 'I'm bored.'

Lol what do you want me to do about it?- Sammy

Come over 😉- Talia

I'm at work, babe – Sammy

🙁

Don't pout, i'll give in- Sammy

I sent him a picture of me half naked. Clasping my breasts and wearing red laced panties.

Being bored and horny was not a great combo, I wanted him. It was either him or text Damon. He hasn't texted me back in a day. I sent him some more. The one where I was only in a thong and I'm shielding my breasts. Another of my bottomless, hiding my crotch behind my black lace nightgown. That would entice him.

"I'm home," Jennette came into the apartment, jingling her keys in her fingertips.

"Hey, how was work?" I questioned, waiting for Sam's text.

"Eye opening," she replied with a faraway look.

"Anything interesting you want to share?" I bit my lip in interest.

"If I know more, I'll spill. Right now, I'm processing." She dropped her keys in the bowl by the door.

"What happened?" I sat up, sticking my tongue out to the side.

"Just some stupid shit," she muttered.

"Care to elaborate?" a ping noise came from my phone, it was Damon: are u free?

"I don't think it's my place to tell, though." She continued as I texted Damon: what do you want?

Are you with him now?- Damon

Wouldn't you like to know 😉 – Talia

Dating two guys at the same time wasn't easy. I did want to see him but I wanted to see Samuel too.

Pls. let me come over, ill explain. - Damon

Later. - Talia

I smirked, closing my messaging app. My shoulder was tense, I rubbed them away. Sam was at work. I'm playing this hard to get game. It's not working on me right now, me and Sam weren't exclusive.

"Talking to Sam?" Jennette came from behind, already changed to her pjs, fuzzy blue socks. She had a bowl in her hand, taking a handful of chips. "Want some?"

I shook my head, standing up I headed to my room, dialed his number. He picked up after three rings, "so can I come over?"

"No. not now anyway. Jennette's here," I answered in a hushed tone. I heard her turn up the volume of our tv.

"So? That didn't stop us before." I bit my lip at the way he said it: deep, convincing that made my thighs quiver.

"Well you're lucky Jennette was drunk before." Any loud noise woke her up, luckily she was in the mood to get drunk so she was knocked out before Damon came over.