The Model (Scarlett J. x Fem Reader)

Dirty, Stupid Fame

Third Person's POV

The beats of the club's music pumped through the air like a pulse, heavy and unrelenting, as Anastasia danced in the middle of the room. Her movements were slow and hypnotic, drawing attention without effort. The crowd surrounded her, but she was in her own world—lost in the bass, lost in the freedom. Her hair was wet, sticking to her skin from the heat of the room, her white, see-through tank top clinging to her body, revealing the smooth lines of her figure. She wore low-rise jeans that hung right in her hips, her fingers adorned with enough rings to make her feel like royalty. She hadn't feel this free in months.

Volkova found herself in the middle of an after-party. She had been invited to some music awards, but rejected such invitation. Although she, for sure wanted to go the after-party, and so, here she was. The world had changed for her in ways she wasn't sure she could fully grasp yet. Fame had come quickly—too quickly, in some ways. She had learned how to take advantage of it, to work it, to shape it, like she had done before with many other situations. The difference is that fame still made her uneasy. Anastasia was struggling with this. Her new-found popularity gave her more advantages than she could ever imagine. If money wasn't an issue before, she could assure her next 3 generations to not work and live more than a tranquil life.

Scarlett started working about 4 months ago and had left to Thailand. The model kept travelling back and forth between the US and Europe during that time and at the beginning, she even visited Scarlett on a regular basis but it became more and more complicated the past 3 months, so they have not seen each other for a few. Elizabeth continued her usual life, work, like nothing would've happened. Ekaterina went back to her life back in Germany about two months ago so Anastasia has spent too many days alone, between modeling gigs, business deals and an endless swirl of parties and networking events. This made the model feel force to try and make new friendships.

But tonight, tonight was hers. Tonight, she would dance, drink, and forget her loneliness. Tonight, she would forget the ache of missing Scarlett, Ekaterina and even Elizabeth.

"Here you go, babe", Dua Lipa said, handing her a drink. The girls had spoken a few times before in different events and they got along relatively well. They were more party-friends than anything. Tia turned, grateful, and grinned. "You're a lifesaver, D", she said, accepting the drink and tossing back a generous sip. Dua shrugged with a smile. "Of course. You deserve to have fun". As the night raged on, they danced together, enjoying the thumping music and the frenetic energy of the crowd. A group of well-known singers, actresses and models approach the women and joined them on the dance floor.

Just then, a voice cut through the noise, pulling Anastasia's attention from the crowd."Volkovaaaa!".

She turned, recognizing the voice immediately. "Eilish!", Tia greeted the singer with a wide grin. Billie Eilish stood a few feet away, looking like she owned the room, her usual oversized clothes replaced by a more figure-hugging outfit tonight. Billie's lips parted in excitement. "Heyy, baby girl, how are you? You look... sexy", she said, her eyes quickly scanning Anastasia, the compliment dripping from her lips as she pulled the model into a tight hug.

Billie and Anastasia had began texting not long after Scarlett and Tia made their relationship public. The singer reached out to the model seeing that they were close in age and had previously met before. Billie wanted to make sure Anastasia knew she had someone she could talk to and someone who could introduce her to a more active side of that world since both Scarlett and Elizabeth were more reserved and less participant in front of the public eye.

Tia laughed, feeling the heat of Billie's embrace linger longer than usual. "Hi love! I'm good, enjoying myself", she replied with a smirk. "You look proper fit". Billie raised an eyebrow, her smirk just as teasing. "I could say the same about you. Hot mama."