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"Good. Good job! Pouty face honey. Pouty face. Now smile. Turn. Twirl. Tilt head. GREAT! Alright everyone. Go home. Good job Meghan!" The photographer said. I smiled and changed out of my modeling clothes and into ripped short shorts with a grey tank top and plaid cover up and black booties. I left my eyeliner,mascara, lip gloss, and eyeshadow on though. I put my gold hoop earrings in and all my other piercings. It was 6pm and I was in California. I just moved. Literally. Like not even 12 hours ago. I was heading home. I was on a deserted road and the sun was still up. Next thing I know, my car starts to break down. "God damn it!" I shouted. I got out and opened the hood. Ugh. I left my tool box at home. I rolled my eyes and checked my phone. No service. GREAT.
-20 minutes, of laying on the hood and staring at the sky, later----- I heard jams coming from a little distance and tilted my head and saw 3 cars full of men around my age jamming to music. I sighed and laid there still. There was probably 15 men total. Maybe over since some were in the bed of the truck. They came to a stop a couple feet away from me and get out. I just laid there.
"Need help?" A man with blonde hair and green eyes said. He was probably 6 foot, he had large muscles(all of them did) and tattoos. Yum. "You got a tool box?"I replied with a monotone voice with my italian accent. "Erm...n- oh wait! I do! Haha. Your in luck. But none of us know how to fix a car. So.." He replied. I laughed with no humor. Sexist. "Just get the damn tool box." I said. As he was getting it, I sat up. I opened the hood. He gave me the tool box and I started to work on it. Within 6 minutes I finished. I started the car and gave him the tool box back. I looked at him in the eyes and had wide eyes. "What." I said with gritted teeth. "Your Meghan Fox! Woah. You're even hotter in person!" He said. All the other guys looked closer and widened their eyes too and said the same thing. I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for the help but I've gotta run." I said. And with that I waved and got in my car and sped off leaving all of them jaw-dropped.
--------------------------------------------------------- At home. Once I got home I went to bed not bothering to eat or anything.
--------------------------------------------------------- 1:00pm Next day I got up and showered. I then put on mascar, eyeliner, eyeshadow and lip gloss.
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I got dressed in a black tight dress and black heels and left my hair in my curly natural waves. I was getting all dressed up because I was invited to go to a party for really important people. My friend Lisa McAaron invited me. She is a famous singer. It started at 6 but it was 4 now and took 2 hours to get there. I had my 2 maids; Alexa and Marisa take care of the dogs and house. They were friends of mine. I ate something light and went off. ---------------------------------------------------------When I got there I entered a bigger mansion then my own. It was beautiful! I looked around and saw Lisa. She waved me over. I smiled and met some other people. Abt ten minutes after I heard a microphone and a man around 50 or so with huge muscles and tattoos standing in the stage. "If everyone will point their attention up on stage and take a seat, we'll get started." He started. As soon as he said seared everyone sat at the round tables that sat 6-8 people. I sat with Lisa and the women I met. They were all singers or really good doctors. "Now. I would like to make an announcement. You've all been invited to see my son, Nicklaus Black, be handed over my business. The Russian mafia!" As soon as the man said mafia I froze. Shit. I gotta get out of here. This is dangerous. I saw a very handsome, sexy man walk on stage with no expression. He had tattoos all over his body and muscles. He wore a white v-neck that showed his 8 pack. He was a god. He had black, beautiful hair and dark green eyes that turned black when he was angry. He had a black leather jacket on on top of the shirt and dark blue jeans with normal shoes. He was definitely a god. He looked at the crowed and nodded while skimming over everyone but he soon landed on me and stared at me. I looked around and behind me to make sure it was me and I guess everyone saw he was looking at me and I grew uncomfortable and thank goodness the older man started talking again. "Now. Please. Enjoy yourselves. Dance! Eat! Chat! Have a wonderful evening!" He finished and walked off and Nicklaus followed still staring at me.
