Two Weeks Later
Robyn Rihanna Fenty"I pull you close because I love to feel you coming down." Robyn sings to herself getting ready for a photoshoot.
"Tear it up when I get wasted." I dance a little to Chris's song that's stuck in my head making the makeup artists laugh at me.
Chris is having a big photoshoot for the new Black Pyramid items, and of course he asked me to be in it. There's a lot of models running around in his brands' clothing but I think they know better than to try anything.
Besides, I'm his fiancée.
I want to stay out of his way today since he's taking it extremely seriously, I don't want to make him regretting mixing business with pleasure...kind of.
There's a good amount of his celebrity friends that showed up, which I greet politely and make small talk to keep myself occupied as he goes around to make sure everything is organized.
As the makeup artist brushes my chest with a little glitter, I hear Chris call me. "Robyn!" I look up to see his hand motioning for me to go over to him.
"Can I have some?" I ask him for the water bottle in his hand and he passes it to me, taking a sip I feel the models' eyes just burning a hole in my face. "Thanks."
"I'm going to have you with this photographer, you're doing two track suits. Need anything else?"
Getting in front of the camera, I already know how I want to pose for this. The photographer complements my skin and doesn't suggest another angle. But Chris walks away from behind the camera I get a little sad. Why is he so bored with me?
"Gorgeous as always." I hear a voice say from behind me. I turn around to see a guy, one of Chris's models. "Thanks." I smile to get it over with.
His friend comes up to me as well and after a few seconds I get kind of uncomfortable with the way they're talking so I just exclude myself from the conversation.
The shoot took about 4 hours to do which wasn't too bad to get everything set up. There were two photographers on different sides of the room so it didn't take as long as expected.
By the end of it, Chris gathers everyone together.
"Finally, great job everybody! I'll have an email out with your pictures and the look-book by the end of this week. Thank you all for coming out I really appreciate it." He tells everyone and I wrap my hair in a low ponytail to get it out of my face.
A good amount of models stay behind with the photographers and Chris and I to look over photos but everyone else goes home.
I stand with my phone, leaning against a wall like I've been doing for a minute since everyone is crowding Chris.
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