Illusions

15. lingerie

Amira's POV

It's been almost a week since the incident.

I haven't seen Roman since I awkwardly left his house after everything that happened that day.

Part of me thinks it's for the better and the other part hates myself. 

I shouldn't have left him the way I did, he was being cold but I could tell it was because of the nightmare.

He seemed embarrassed, and even though he said he wanted to tell me, I didn't ask.

News outlets loved my morning after exit from his house and wanted to know if we were dating or not.

We don't have any 'close sources' to tell them about it since we don't have many friends. 

My only friend is my makeup artist and Roman's is his butler.

So it's safe to say that we will have to make it obvious ourselves.

I told Juliana that Roman was having some personal issues this week so she's been leaving us alone.

I'm the one with the personal issues.

My mother came to visit the day after I helped Roman. She never fails to ruin my day.

This time it was much worse, she went to new lows to fuck me up. She did something I never thought she'd do.

Now I need some time away from everything and everyone, but realistically I can't do that.

"Can you move your head up a tiny bit," my makeup artist says, bringing me back to reality, I do as she says, "thank you."

Today I'm shooting for a lingerie brand and I'm nervous.

This is my first lingerie campaign.

I've done underwear before, but this feels more intimate. 

She finishes up, so I walk to the photographer and she tells me how to stand and pose. Someone helps me remove my robe, and I walk to the 'x' marked for me to stand on. I requested an all-female crew and luckily the brand obliged, so I feel less intimidated. They turn the music up and I get to work.

After some shots in the dark red set I have on, they ask me to change into the next one, so I pull my robe on and head to the dressing rooms.

As I walk in, someone approaches me.

"Ma'am," she says shyly, "you have a visitor, he said he's your boyfriend."

I nod and follow her to the lounge area.

There he is.

Roman: dressed in a white dress shirt and black pants, sleeves rolled up and hair a bit messy. He eyes me and I suddenly become aware of my tiny robe, covering only what's necessary. The helper walks away, so I walk up to Roman. He's sitting down with his legs open and has his head on his left fist.

"You look cute," he smirks, pulling the hem of my robe, "you should wear this more often."

I roll my eyes.

"Why are you here?"

His eyes flash with annoyance.

"Is it illegal for me to want to see my girlfriend?"

I roll my eyes again.

"You never asked me to be your girlfriend," I scoff, "therefore, we're nothing."

He pulls at the tie of my robe, causing it to open.

His eyes take in the set I have on, covering close to nothing before I come to my senses and tie my robe.