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Five

You know that moment when you are getting comfortable in a place you've were practically forced to stay and dress up in a lingerie,that might I add, can make a gay person straight, just to help a designer model it out. Only in front of  her!!!.

Yes,just her,but you end up modelling it in front of the female population. Well that isn't the problem. Now the problem is when you are given a flimsy excuse of a  robe, and asked to open the door. And fate being the ugly witches that they are,decided to bring the annoying, perverted,mean, handsome looking, guy who threatened me for my number.

And the worst part of it is that,he is a Meyer. Meaning he is the never-at-home football player,that Mrs. Meyers always talk about. Now ain't that sweet.

After opening the door and telling mommy on him (Hey, it ain't ma fault),he got a nice smack behind his head, I rushed to the beautiful room which was assigned to me since mommy and daddy got to know me. It's painting and decorations are in purple, Red and White. There's everything I want in this room.  Well except a kitchen. Then that would be grand. I have a walk in closet the size of my apartment,filled with expensive designer things. I mean everything under fashion.  A make up table with all kinds of make up. A jewelry safe with jewelries. A bathroom with a jacuzzi.

Now you might be wondering,'why the hell are you still working?'

Well, I didn't accept any of them. The clothes,shoes, bags and all. I love this family and it would feel like I'm taking advantage of them by accepting these things from them. I've got a bad conscience, I know.  I've been alone almost all my life. Even when I was in the orphanage. I was teased and sometimes bullied, so I avoided everyone.

I left the orphanage home  immediately I turned 14, with a baggy dress that covered my body shape and a blanket to keep me warm and I've never looked back.

Quickly putting on my yellow sundress and replacing the killer heels for my strap sandals, I pulled my long hair into a loose ponytail. I made my way into the overly spacious hall.

To my greatest disappointment,I find the person I was planning to avoid. Now I know those ugly sisters are truly against me.

I plopped down on the furthest sofa away from him,right beside Brit,who was busy in her phone.

"Bae,check out this pictures" Brit poked my side. I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"How many times do I have to tell you no poking at my sides Brit" I gave her a scowl. And all she did was give me a wink.
"Sorry love. Just check out this pics. I think I just got the Face of BSM".

At first I thought she meant a pretty blonde or brunette. But then I felt the blood drain off my face when I saw it was picture of me.

'Hell no!!" I tried to snatch the phone from her but damn her for her lithe body. She was faster. She jumped off the couch and run to the opposite direction.

"Ooh,yes baby" she said in a low voice that would make some poor girl(s) follow her to her hotel room.

Well that ain't me. I stood up with one hand on my waist and the other stretched

"Brit",I growled. But it sounded more like a puppy trying to sound fierce. "You better pass me that phone or else I will smack you senseless!"

There was absolute silence for like 10 seconds before the whole room filled with laughter. Looked around,glaring at everyone in the room. Which are daddy,