Don't Drop Your Diamond! [EDITING]

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Majority of the events in this book are imaginary and fictitious. If you are not familiar with some of the specific locations then that is why. All of the characters are fiction as well. Thank you in advance!

Chapter One

POV(point of view): Tylaa Combs'

Location: Savannah, Georgia; Walls Model Agency

Time: Mid September 2010 12:20 PM

I heard the words that I never wanted to hear. "You're fired Ms. Combs!"

I sighed and sat in the office's seat. I looked around the room as tears began to fill my eyes, but I sent them back.

"You can get out as well." My mouth twitched at those words. I glared at my now Ex-Boss. What a butt-hole!

"Ha. You're really funny! Firing me all because I'm better than your side chick and she doesn't like it? Well I've got news for you Mr. Walls! I'm the best doggone model that has EVER set foot in this agency and I want you to know that you're gonna wish this didn't happen." He chuckled evilly. I raised my middle finger at him as I grabbed my briefcase and walked out of his office.

On the outside of his office door, his main demon, Chelsy, stood there eavesdropping. She despised of me! She's the person who got me fired and the smirk on her face made me want to choke her into the next century. Instead of choking her, I gave her a good slap which ended with a yelp and her face began to redden. I smiled and walked out of the office like the boss lady that I am. I didn't need Walls Model Agency. I can run my own agency!

I walked outside into the cool breeze of September and watched the busy streets from afar. I saw the coffee shop across the road standing tall. Starbucks; my favorite! I walked across the street to Starbucks and stepped into the non-ending line. I tapped my foot in a vigorously annoying manner. I didn't care, no one can stop me!

The tall frame in front of me turned around. "Do you mi-" the dude stopped mid-sentence. I looked at his face. I know I got a man, but he was beyond sexy! His brown and smooth complexion complementing his beautiful hazel eyes. His full pink lips rubbing together. His body! I didn't know where to start. He was . . . beautiful! Was I a sucker for a guy with tattoos too? Oh my gosh!

"Yes?" I finally asked.

"Um, never mind."

He looked down at my red pumps that I stood highly on. I rolled my eyes. "Ugh. So typical." He looked back up at me and twisted his face,"Watch yo' mouth lil' lady." I laughed! Hard. Lil' lady? The average thug/player. I do not have time! I looked at his outfit. Yes, just like I thought. Versace shirt, white true religion jeans, and a pair of the famous Jordan's. He was sagging as well.... Typical.

"What's funny?" he asked.

"You." I looked away.

"I aint een' said nothin' shawty."

"Please say nothing at all! Your grammar is ew."

I scrunched my face up at him and stuck my phone directly in front of my nose. He turned back towards the direction of the line and I could see that he was checking me out from his peripheral vision. I rolled my eyes again.

We kept moving forward in the line and he kept glancing back at me. He looked back for the umpteenth time and this particular time, I caught his gaze.