Alistair McClair, Seattle's #1 most eligible bachelor, has had a string of horrible breakups. 99 ex-girlfriends to be exact. And now was his time for a new match. But an issue arises in the matchmaking process, linking him up with a man. Alistair se...
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Alistair McClair
I was slightly angry today. Instead of being at work, I was forced to go attend a photoshoot as part of a future magazine. Photoshoots were the worst. You stand around in tight fitting clothes as cameras and lights are shoved into your face. I never knew that owning my own company would entail this.
"You're not going to make a fuss today, are you?" Meredith asked me.
"I'll... try not to." I replied. "But I'm walking out if they try making me wear stripes!" I said.
"I'll make sure there aren't any stripes." She said. The photographer finally arrived, along with his crew. They began to set up everything while I was prepared by the prep team.
The first outfit was brought out. As per my request, I was given a private room to change in. When I was done, the prep team would make any adjustments necessary. The photographer then instructed me on the poses I needed.
The session was interrupted with a knock on the door. A security guard opened it, and Calvin Fischer stumbled in.
"Ah, Mr. Fischer! You're late. Get him ready!" The photographer said.
I turned to Meredith. She walked over to me.
"What's he doing here?" I asked. It's not that I hated him, just curious.
"Let me find out." She said. Meredith left and talked with a few people. She then returned. "Apparently, they want some photos of you two." She said.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked her.
"I just found out, like you." She said. I saw her typing on her tablet. "But there's no wrong in getting some professional photos of you two."
I agreed, because honestly, I didn't need an argument. I just want to get this photoshoot done and leave. Calvin emerged from the dressing room in a simple suit. He looked so... awkward. Like he didn't know what to do.
"Can I get the lovely couple in the middle?" The photographer asked. I took my spot and Calvin took his. But he kept some distance between us. "Closer."
Calvin side-stepped until he was barely touching my shoulder.
"Just–" The photographer walked over to us. He placed Calvin in front of me, but made his body face me. "Now look into each other's eyes. Look like you're in love." He said. I looked down at Calvin.
I stared into his eyes. His different colored eyes. The light blue on one side. And a dark brown on the other. Meanwhile, he looked into my eyes full of admiration.
"Yes. Yes! That's it! Perfect!" The director yelled. "Now, Alistair, place your hands on his waist. Hold him tightly."
Again, I agreed. Both of my hands came upon his waist, holding him. And by default, I pulled him closer to me. The gap between us was much closer. Calvin let out a small squeal.
