A Better Love The Sequel

Posing and Making Bad Decisions

January

Today is my photo shoot and I am not pleased at all. I hate all the fuss and all the changing of clothes. I much prefer getting someone else ready for a photo shoot than being the one in front of the camera. I sit in the back letting one of my make-up artist do my face I can't help but feel somewhat nervous. This photo shoot was going to be plastered on the front cover of Essence, once the cover photo was picked out. I was even going to have small interview in the inside with a couple of photos. Marissa had just put the finishing touches on my make-up. I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw. She gave me that sexy, sultry smoky eye look. This look simply enhanced the color of my eyes.  The next thing that I had to do was get my hair styled. The stylist that was doing my hair was very popular in the LA area. She went by the name Jazzy J. I had recently got my highlights a lighter shade of blond than before. Jazzy was wand curling my entire head and my hair had gotten a little longer and I knew that it was going to take a minute. After about forty minutes she was done, but she raked her hands through my curls to give that wild sexy look. The concept of this photo shoot was to show off my new products, but at the same time it was showing a sexy young black woman on her grind. I was about to get up and go back to wardrobe when Amber walked in smiling from ear to ear. She made her way over to me looked me up and down.

"Damn girl if I was into girl on girl action I promise I would be trying to hit that."

I just shook my head because this girl was fool.

"Well Amber I'm glad I only like riding the dick!"

"Seriously tho Jan you are gorgeous and I don't know why you never considered modeling. I mean your body, face and that hair is enough to drive a gay man straight."

"Thanks but I am not into this at all, but I know that it is the perks of being a new entrepreneur." I said by finally walking to wardrobe.

While I was in the back Zy and Donte were busy setting up the backgrounds and the props for the shoot. Zy was curious to see who this girl was. He knew she was the owner and creator of JS cosmetics. It was apparent that she was doing her thing. The only other thing Zy knew was that she was from Atlanta. He hadn't seen any pictures of her but hoped that she was easy on the eyes. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't hear Donte talking to me.

"Nigga where the hell ya head at?" Donte asked with a curious look on his face.

"Man I was just wondering what ole' girl would look like. I mean we done did a lot of photo shoots for some fly ass hunnies and then some that are not."

Donte scrunched up his face and said, "What the hell difference does it make? I mean we get paid for this shit and it ain't like you gone really have a chance with her anyway. So nigga quit dreaming."

"Fuck you Donte."

Donte laughed.

Just as they finished setting up Zy was bending over adjusting the chaise lounge when his eyes were met by some sexy ass red pumps. His eyes continued his slow perusal. He allowed his eyes to travel up her ripped stone wash denim low rise jeans. His eyes traveled to her flat stomach and small waist. He admired the diamond belly ring and the small tattoo on her lower side of her stomach. He moved up to her full breast that were not too big and not too small. Hell they were just right. She had on a white crop top to finish the look with a silver heavy looking necklace. Then he got a glimpse of that beautiful face and his breath stalled in his throat. Damn she was beautiful, hell more than beautiful if possible. Then the more he studied her the more recognition set in.

"Star." He said barely above a whisper.

January narrowed her eyes and she realized it was Zy from her apartment complex.