Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮 𝗻𝗼𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿 | 𝘆𝗮𝗿𝗶
𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗻, 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝗮𝘀
❦
"you look so fuckin pretty!" my photographer said , snapping pictures as i smiled.
It had been three weeks since the incident and I've been coping well. It would be times where i get high and drunk but i bounce back and do stuff like photo shoots.. so i can keep sane.
I fixed my pink bikini top and tilted my head as she snapped a picture. I got up fixing my bottoms and looking over shoulder at the picture.
"I'm loving the themeeee" she said as i smiled. "Pink suits you boo"
"thank youuu" i said putting on my clothes.
"here" i said handing her 140 dollars as she took it giving me a hug and we exchanged goodbyes.
I walked to my car fixing my crossbody and unlocked my door , hopping in.
I called zakova as i waited for it to ring. It rang twice before it connected and i set my phone up locking the doors.
"hiii zakovaaa" i said as he shuffled before turning his camera on.
"Wassam" he said and looked down. "you look good , where you coming from?"
"my photo shoot" i said , smiling as he looked down in his lap and nodded his head.
"send me da pictures and if they cute I'll cash app you the money you had to pay" he said joking as i chuckled.
Me and zakova grew closer but i could tell he had feelings for me. I wasn't trying to rush anything even though he is fine as hell.. i just been through a lot.
"where you at?" I said pulling out the driveway.
"I'm working" he said and i nodded. "you ate?"
"yup" i said as he nodded.
"I'm finna go do my client hair then go to your house" i said as he nodded and we exchanged goodbyes.
I turned into my driveway and out the car in park before going to our messages.
𝙯𝙖𝙠𝙤𝙫𝙖𝙖 🙉
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
