Playing the Player's Game

Chapter Seventeen : Hickies

Hickies

True Bennington POV

I groaned, looking in the mirror. A big, red, and fat hickey was slab down on my neck. I didn't want to cover it and hide it from Don.

But I knew she'd be upset. We tried not to have any secrets between each other. She knew how passionate I was about finishing this plan and she tried to respect it.

She knew I'd been fending Mandolin off all week. She's seriously been after the cooch. But she's never given me a hickey up until now.

Don would think we went further than we did. I wasn't about to ruin my future relationship by sleeping with my dumb ass girlfriend.

That sounded so stupid.

I sighed, finishing off my look with a bold dark lip and spruced my hair up. It was in a wild curly look and I liked it. For once, it didn't look in desperate need of oil. My skin glowed with a certain kind of happiness, and since I'd been outside more with Don, it had more of a bronze coloring to it. My eyes were back to the normal color.

Don didn't like my contacts. She liked me natural. Mando hadn't even noticed them.
"You look cute." she said.

Speak of the devil and she shall appear. I turned to Mando and smiled at her.

"Thank you." I said, looking down at the tight skirt and revealing shirt.

"No problem." she said, smiling at me. "Dress to cute for work though."

"Well, I have plans later and I didn't wanna come home to change." I told her, grabbing up my belongings.

Her face fell from the smile to a frown and bright glare. She reached her hand out to me and I took it.

"How about a dinner tonight? I'll have it made when you come home." she said, "Around 11. So please be home on time."

I smiled and pressed my lips to hers. My heart was beating crazily. I nodded and walked out.

The gesture was amazing and sweet honestly. But it was too late. Entirely too late to be sweet now.

I sighed, looking in the mirror again. The hickey stood out bright against the rest of my slightly bronze brown skin.

I walked into the office with my head slightly crooked to the side. Don wasn't in yet so I ran to my desk. I tried to figure out. I didn't want to hide it but didn't want it to be topic of discussion. Not at first anyways.

"Goodmorning beautiful." Don said, handing me a bouquet of roses.

I smiled, "Goodmorning and thank you."

She smiled but it slowly faded. Her eyes zoomed in on my neck. I frowned, shifting my eyes downward.

"True, we need to talk at lunch. I have a shoot that I'm already late for." she walked away, her ass looking good in the boys jeans she was wearing.

I knew she'd be mad. But what was I supposed to do? I couldn't just make it go away. Then I thought about the statement.

It's a blood clot. It's a bruise. Of course I could make it go away. The frozen spoon or maybe even the scraping of the spoon. I was such an idiot.

"Ms. Bennington?" a timid assistant asked.

"Yes?" I said, confused.

"I am to take your spot while Mrs. Laundres talks to you in her office." he said, fidgeting.

I walked towards the elevator and waited for it. I wonder what she wanted to speak about. Oh my God, am I getting fired?

I can't be getting fired. I won't get fired. I needed this job. I loved this job. Even though, I originally wanted to be a model. I walked into the room and all the girls looked relatively like me. Small, short, long hair, and freckles or dimples.

They ended up picking Avery that day. She was small, short barely an inch taller than me, long curly hair, and pretty deep dimples.

"Yes Mrs. Laundres?" I said, sitting across from her.

"We need you to do an shoot. The other girl didn't show so we need you to shoot with Donna Smith. You're really pretty and if you do well, you might be getting a contract." she said, looking me in the eyes. "So, what do you say?"

"Oh my God, I say let's go. Where do I need to be?" I asked, excited.

She was so happy. "Room 102 for hair, make-up, and wardrobes."

I went to the room assigned and was sat down.

"'Ello, I'm Ellison. I will be your makeup boy. Don't talk while I'm doing your makeup and I already know your name True. Don talks about you a lot." he said, "And use an exfoliating scrub on your skin. It's flawless but look closely and your pores are huge."

I smiled. Don talked about me. A lot. It made me so excited to know that she actually talked about me to people. And I frowned at the part about my skin. My pores weren't huge.

Were they?

I felt him using an airbrush on my skin. I kept my eyes closed the whole time. When I opened them I was shocked to say the least.

"Wow, it's so pretty." I said, eyeing the lines from my eyes and the extravagant bright blue and gold eyeshadow.

"Good." Ellison said.

A woman entered the room and looked wild. Her blonde hair was partially in dreads and some of it loose, her skin was smooth and pale white, and her eyes were piercing green.

"I'm Nakava." she said, "Call me N."

I nodded, "I'm Tr-"

"Already know who you are. Don speaks about you a lot. You do look beautiful as she says. I'm here for hair." she said and began touching mine. She frowned, "Too much poof. Not enough time to straighten. We must use a wig."

She grabbed a short black wig and began to brush it out. She put a cap over my hair and slid the freshly brushed wig out. She ran her hands through the wig before grabbing a few pieces and braiding them, adding a few beads and hair jewelry. She then placed the heavy gold chain on.

It dawned on me. This must the the Egyptian shoot Don was excited for.

After sliding into the gold rainbow beaded crop top and the long but light and flowly tan colored skin with the rainbow beaded belt and gold arm cuffs, I went on set.

Don was already there speaking to the photographer. The set was a room styled like an Egyptian throne. It was very pretty but way too much gold.

Don looked at me before looking again. She walked towards me and grabbed my hand.

"True, you're my partner?" she asked.

I nodded and she smiled. "You look good. Even through they covered those beautiful freckles."

I eyed her. She looked so sexy. Her hair straightened and she wore a head crown like mine. She didn't have the braids and beads though. Her makeup was much more extravagant than me. She had different lines coming from her eyes and her eyeshadow was much brighter than mine.

"Begin the shoot. Show intimacy. Love. Get into it!"

L A T E R

We sat at the table for lunch. It was an awkward silence. I knew she'd be mad and neither of us knew how to address it.

"I didn't have sex with her, Don." I said, after the silence was too much.

She sighed and smiled, "I know True. I just, I'm having a hard time accepting the fact that my girl ain't my girl and she sporting hickies from another girl.

I frowned, "I'm sorry Don. I just have to do this. She has to feel the pain. I'm almost done but the pain hasn't truly set in yet."

She nodded, "It's just gets harder and harder every day not to touch you or to kiss you."

I touched her cheek, "It'll be worth it."

End of chapter Seventeen. I hope you enjoyed it. If not, give me feedback. If so, then leave a vote and comment. Just a filler chapter.

Xoxo,
Lesha.