Model behaviour?

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Jason’s POV.

‘We’re home!’ yelled Amy. It was Saturday, my sister and her friends should be back on Sunday. They were a day early. I was in the living room with a few friends I had met at school.  Josh, Chris, Adam. Drew and Andrew was here also, they are my best mates from England. I invited them over for a party we were going to have later on tonight. Of course more people were coming. I heard Amy’s footsteps walking down the expensive marble floor into the huge living room with her were Olivia and Claire. Me and Derek bounced off the ‘L’ shaped sofa and gave all the girls a hug. Andrew ran up and kissed Claire; they were going out and all loved up. I looked around. ‘Where’s my sister?’ I looked at Amy and asked.

‘She’s just flirting with the driver’. I snorted. Hell yeah, my sister flirting. I gave a look to tell her to tell me the truth. She sighed ‘paying him’ and with that she slumped on the sofa as though she had just run a marathon. Geoffrey, our butler walked in with the girls suitcases taking it up to they’re rooms. This house was gargantuan it was larger than a hotel. We had a swimming pool, Jacuzzi, home cinema, games room and a Library. We were to build a gym but decided against it and instead built a dance studio. My sister had done well to buy it and be at the age of 17.

‘Why are you guys back so early?’ I looked at the girls. Claire and Andrew were still kissing and Amy looked dead tired. Olivia looked at me and shrugged, they were hiding something. I know it. ‘Because I missed you!’ Said Jess, hugging me. I smelt her Chanel perfume. Today she was dressed in her apple bottom jeans, with a green emerald coloured top and she wore on Stilettos. My sister is a model. She does cover shoots and has a contract for 6 years, for various companies. This week, she had a runaway to go to in New York, we are in California at the moment. I love my sister dearly, she is such an amazing person, but she has her days of bitch fits. I had forgotten my friends were there until Jess walked over to them and eyed up Adam. She shook everyone’s hands until it came to him.

Jess’s POV.

Damn; why is this hotty here for. That stupid smirk on his face when I approached him. He looked hot would be an understatement, he wore black fitted trouser, red trainers and a black shirt. Showing off his perfect toned abs. He stood up and hadn’t removed that smirk off his face. He crossed his arms, so his muscles were bulging. ‘I believe we have met’ he spoke in a sexy voice. This guy knew he was god’s gift.

Flashback. Last Saturday.

I was in my Lamborghini with Amy. I looked at my clothes, and I was wearing a top which was yellow and said smile with white shorts and gladiator sandals. I was dressed casual. Amy wore a coloured summer frilly dress and heels. We were off to the shopping centre. They call it Mall in America. I moved to America just yesterday, I’m from England, and yes, I have the Cockney accent. This is what people refer to the ‘British accent’. I parked my car in the car park. We went inside the mall to get Amy a dress for the club she was going to. Finally we found a small tight LBD; Amy looked gorgeous. Amy’s blonde and petite. I am not a giant, but I sometimes wish I was small like her. I have boring brown hair and brown eyes, whereas Amy has green eyes. After we purchased the dress, I went to my car. Some hot idiot was leaning against it, as if his dad owned it. He was chatting up 2 girls and with him were 4 guys. All were good looking, but this guy with the piercing grey eyes was most definitely the best. He was obviously a womaniser. He smiled at the girls cheekily. One was a redhead and the other a blonde, both dressed in miniskirts and boob tubes. The red head went over to him and started whispering something in his ear and started kissing his neck. His four friends were just there watching him. Bleugh, PDA’s are sickening in my mind. Furious that he was leaning on my half a million pound – I mean dollar car. I stomped over to him with Amy behind me telling me to calm down. I hate it when people touch my things. I coughed to show I was standing in front of him and now he was having a full on make-out session, they were practically having sex in broad daylight. He let her go and looked up at me, smirking.