swirl ›› cameron dallas

sixty one

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{breanna's pov}
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I was writing the next article for the magazine, when I heard someone knocking.

"Walk in."

"Hi boss." Destiny said slowly opening my office's door. "We have a problem."

"What's going on ?" I asked closing my macbook.

"Well, the photographer that was going to do the photoshoot now, is sick..."

"Then call other photographer..."

"Everyone is busy Miss Jordan." She said looking.

"How's that even possible ?"

"I don't know..." She replied nervously.

"Is everything okay Des ?" I asked and she nodded quickly. "Okay...I'll take care of that, you can go."

She nodded once again and then left my office.

"You gotta be kidding me." I murmured taking my glasses off and then rubbed my face with my hand.

I cleaned my glasses and then put them on again, getting up from my chair. I left my office and then saw the same guy talking with Destiny. Something is going on.

I opened the cupboard and took my old camera off. I hope it works because I don't take photos for so long. Back to the good old days.

I walked to the room, placed the camera over a small table and started preparing everything and adding some details.

"Good afternoon sunshine." He said walking in.

"Not anymore." I whispered.

"I heard that but I don't mind." He said and then kissed my cheek.

"What the hell Cameron ?"

"Oh don't act like you didn't like it..." He replied rolling his eyes. "So we're really working together."

"It seems like..."

"What a shame that the photographer got sick, right ?" He said smirking. "Photoshoot of a new model with an old photographer. Sounds great."

"Seriously Cameron shut up and let's do this." I said punching his shoulder.

"Hey don't hurt the model." He said trying to not laugh.

He kept looking at me waiting for a reply and that actually made want to laugh but I just looked down and shook my head lightly with a small smile.

"Go sit over there." I said pointing to a little couch and he nodded.

He grabbed his shirt by the back collar, pulling it off and then threw it in my face. Typical.

He picked up the glasses that were over the table and put them on.

When he was about to walk away, I grabbed his wrist.

"You have a tattoo." I said observing the roman numeral tattoo below his right elbow.

"I guess..." He shrugged. "It's my dad's death date."

"Oh... I'm sorry." I said releasing his wrist.

"It's okay...don't worry. I got it in Milan, Romeo asked me to be one of his experiences."

"Wait, isn't Romeo the guy that..." I slowly said pointing to the door.

"Yes, the guy that is seducing your assistant." He continued making us both laugh. "Wow, we're having a normal conversation."

"Yeah yeah but now it's time to work." I said turning around to pick up my camera and he walked away.