Sit Still, Look Pretty || COMPLETE (Book 1)

I'm sorry

"Mum, I'm not working with Mason. I'll do the shoots on my own." I protest.

"Riley, there is no reason for you not to work with him." She argues.

"Mum, please. He always looks at me like he wants to. . . You know!"

"Boys will be boys." She chuckles. "I used to love all the attention. The way everyone looked at a me,  especially the boys. You should too."

There really is no winning with this woman. She thinks that I should love all the attention just because she did, and still does actually.

"Mum, you don't understand! He-"

She sighs, interrupting me. "We'll talk about this tomorrow when you're not tired." She turns to leave.

"There's nothing to talk about!" I close the door behind her before she can say anything else.

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"Stand a little bit closer." Elliot instructs.

"Come on, Riley, I won't bite." Mason winks, wrapping an arm round my waist and pulling me closer.

"What is wrong with you today, Riley? Smile!" Elliot is so annoying sometimes.

I plaster a fake smile on my face and lean into Mason's chest. The fact that I'm only in a Tavik Ryan burgundy bikini top with matching strapy bottoms, and him in just a pair of blue and black swimming trunks makes the situation much worse.

"That's better!" Elliot clapps. "Now, after three. You know what to say."

Ugghh. . .

"One. . . Two. . . Three-"

"Sit still, look pretty!" We smile.

Elliott takes picture after picture. Some with us holding beach balls and others with us just holding each other like we're in love. Ewww. . .

You know all those Instagram accounts filled with happy couples? Well we're one of those. You see, none of those accounts are real. They're all done by modles, just like me and Mason. "Instagram Couple" that's all it is.

"That's all for today, darlings. Go get changed and I'll see you next week." He walks to the back of the studio where the tech guy is.

They'll spend hours changing the green screen into the perfect beach and another couple of hours editing the photos. Making Mason's abs more defined, my waist smaller, my 32C cups even bigger, my skin tanned, my butt larger and rounder. That's all they ever do.

I move to walk away from Mason and over to the changing rooms but Mason's arm keeps me securly clamped to his side. This makes me extremely uncomfitable and violated. Especially after what happened three days ago.

"Um. . . Mason? You can let go now."

"I know." He smirks.

What drugs is this guy on?

"Then let go. Now!" I try to pull away. The key word being try.

"Let's take a little walk first, shall we?"

"Do i have a choice?"

"Nope." He pops the P.

Great. . .

He leads me through a back coradoor to a door which opens into a double dead ended ally way. This door being the only way in and the only way out, unless you climb over the walls. Which I'm guessing is what these four idiots must have done.