The 'First' Girlfriend

Before: 1

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Collage of the photoshoot above. :)

So guys. I'm going to Dominican Republic for three weeks with no phone, internet or notebook. I wanted to update before I left on Saturday. Enjoy. 

Before Chapter 1: Melody

"I'm not coming out," I called out. I stared at my reflection. I looked ridiculous. The whole thing was ridiculous. A photoshoot? Me? I couldn't begin to tell you what was wrong with this. First, the top was too tight- it barely covered my chest! It was gold and way too pointy for my liking. It looked like it belonged in a halloween store. And the shorts! High-waisted and probably the shortest thing I've ever worn, the green shorts hugged my stomach perfectly- I mean annoyingly. Yes. Annoyingly.

"Babe, you have to come out," Jaspers voice came from the other side.

"No," I said, stubbornly. "Tell them there was an emergency and I had to leave."

Jasper let out a small chuckle. "Yeah and what kind of emergency? you know, in case they ask?"

"Tell them I have a massive FBI top secret operation. In Japan." Jasper let out a howl as he laughed and I couldn't help but let out a sigh in frustration. "Are you going to help me or not?"

The door opened in a click and Jasper waltzed in. I kept my eyes on him through the mirror as he moved behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He was dressed in a all black. Black dress shirt, a black tie, black pants. He looked hot.

"No," Jasper replied and I took his arms off my waist. His eyes shined with amusement and he fought a smile. "You're overreacting."

He was right. I was overreacting. But I wasn't going to admit that to him.

"Why do you get to wear nice clothes?" I asked, crossing my arms over my bare chest. I stared at him through the reflection. We looked cute- like some wealthy couple.

"You are wearing nice clothes, Mel," Jasper said, as he, very slowly I might add, wrapped his arms around my waist again.

"I look like a clown."

"I think you look beautiful," Jasper said, proudly. I could feel my cheeks heat up and turn red. Jasper smirked and suddenly dipped his head so he can start placing kisses on my neck.

"How did you get me to agree with this?" I breathed out, trying to keep a poker face on as he moved lower and lower.

"What can I say?" He smiled against my skin. "I have master skills of persuasion." He turned me around and pinned me against the mirror with his body. "Do you understand how seriously hot you look in that outfit?" Jasper asked, as he reached out and took a strand of my hair in his fingers. It was recently cut, ending just a little below my shoulders.

I bit my bottom lip, catching the attention of Jasper as he looked down then back at me.

"You're not just saying that, right? Because I'm kind of freaking out," I admitted, wrapping my arms around Jasper's neck. Jasper's smirk slow fell and he brought his hand from my hair to my cheek. Then he leaned in and kissed me. It was slow and gentle, like he was kissing away all my worries.

And he was.

I ran my fingers through his hair as the kiss deepen. His lips left mine and slowly moved down again. "You've been up against gang members," he kissed my jaw. "Crazy killers," he kissed my neck. "And a whole army of terrorist." he placed a slow kiss on my collar bone before making his way back up to my face. "And a photoshoot scares you?"