𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉 𝙈𝙀 | B.E

8

ISLINGTON, LONDON
No.8 My American Girl
🎵: get you- Daniel Caeser

"You ready?" Kei says smothering lipgloss on her lips, she turns to see me looking at a picture of Billie at an interview. She's gained some recognition around london and started doing some press.

Kei smirks as she looks over my shoulder, she takes my phone in her hands and looks at the picture herself.

"she's definitely a sight for sore eyes." she says. i silently agree with a smile on my face, the feeling and taste of Billie's lips still lingering on mine.

"but! we gotta get going, you can stare at your wife later." she locks the device and shoves it in the purse on my lap. "you're seeing her today, no?"

"yeah, i told her to meet me at my interview."

"they'd never let you do that, Lia." she snorted.

"they'll do it if i tell them too." i said fluffing my curled hair in the mirror. today, i'm wearing a black fitted shirt with low rise jeans, So Kate Christian Louboutins and light silver jewelry.

"if you say soo," she trails off and pats my butt as she walks past, i glare at her and follow after her footsteps out the door.

[...]

our chauffeur pulls up to the tall building and parks alongside the sidewalk. he gets out to open my door, going for Kei's after mine.

as i'm getting out, i see a familiar black Porsche park ahead of us. a smile spreads across my face once i see who comes out of it.

"hi mama." Billie says coming up to me with open arms, i walk right into her embrace accepting her hug. i look up at her smiling down at me, my eyes immediately looking down at her lips.

"Dalia, come on." my manager says sternly watching us eye fuck each other. i pull away reluctantly and face him, my hands writhing.

"actually, i was wondering if Billie could come with me. She could sit behind the camera with Keina." i said, he raises a brow at my words and looks at Billie.

she gives him a kind smile and a wave. he looks her up and down before telling her to come with us by fingers.

i hold my hand out for her to take, not thinking about the possible consequences. she takes it happily and comes inside the building with us.

"so what's this interview about?" Billie asks standing by my side.

"fashion week coming up, the vogue photoshoot.." i tilt my head up in thought as i try to remember. she looks at me, examining my features like i was doing to her earlier.

she actually pays attention when i speak. it makes me feel seen, wanted and all. she somehow understands me and we've only known each other for four days.

she just gets me.

"Dalia! how are you?" the interviewer says getting up to shake my hand. we take our seats in our chairs, Kei fixes some of my makeup and puts on my mic before the cameras begin rolling.

"alright let's get started." she says looking up at me from her clip board. Billie rest her head on her hands as she stares at me.