Curls [H.S. A.U.]

Curls: Chapter 1

Arabella

When I told my brothers I wanted to be a model they laughed.

'A model?' They'd question, 'we can't have our only sister starve herself for the approval of strangers.'

They don't get that I will never starve myself. I eat healthy, exercise regularly, and make sure my weight is at an appropriate number. Sure, sometimes I model for panties and bras so that means the photographers want to make my breasts look a tad larger, but for the most part my pictures are natural.

But there are always those jerk photographers that try to be slick. To make you show more skin than needed, to have you bend down to show your ass. Having a watchful eye around those scumbags wouldn't hurt.

My favorite photographers are the ones who like to talk to you. Even though you're half naked he, or she, is comfortable making me comfortable. When I have to do a risque picture they speak to me in a friendly manner, just relaxing me. Those are the best.

But I've never had a photographer just say hello to me. Never had one that just ask me to have dinner after. I'm twenty years old and every man that's pursued me is after one thing: sex.

I'm not saying I've never done that. But I don't do it for fun. I have my dream to strive for, I don't have time for heartache.

I don't have time for heartache and I don't have time for meaningless flings. I make time for things that will last.

So basically my dogs and my job.

A great life I live.

First chapter is short, I know. It's just an introduction. Most of the book will be in Harry's POV. But I will alternate between the two at some points. I don't like switching in the middle of the chapter, so there will definitely be some super short chapters.

Please comment, even if you think my story sucks! Ghost readers don't benefit me or help improve my writing!!

Started: June 10th, 2016