Sorry, I Don't Date Singers.

Not Falling Apart

I was currently being shoved this way and that. Go here, take that off, don't touch, sit straight, tilt your head to the side, open your eyes wider, turn this way, go here, don't stand there, why did you move from there, quit fidgeting. Poke, touch, slap, scrape, rub. I was going insane with how touchy these Americans were, touchier and less friendly than the last bunch I had met. I was operating on my last straw.

I managed to free myself from everyone and I walked over to Vince who was chumming it up with the head of the photo shoot, he was a great people person. Probably why he was top model agent of almost anywhere. I pulled my silk black robe tighter around me as I walked over to them with my best fake smile.

"Wow! She's even more gorgeous in person! Your description did not do her justice, Vincenzo!" The CEO said to me, I believe his name was Jonathan.

"I like her to do her own surprising."

I offered my hand and he kissed my knuckles, "Ciao signore."

He winked at me and I fought the urge to roll my eyes, turning to Vince I spoke, "Vince can I borrow you for a second please?"

"Excuse me a moment," He smiled.

We walked out of hearing distance and I turned to face him.

"Are you okay?" He spoke to me in Italian.

*** I was going to make this part in actual Italian, but I figured that English would be easier for you guys! So starting from the previous sentence till you see: ~~~. Means they are speaking in Italian.***

"No!" I whisper yelled. "These Americans are getting on my last nerve, it's freezing with just this robe on, and I'm almost positive everyone can see my nipples." I huffed.

"They are gunna see a whole eyeful in a minute." He muttered.

"VINCE!" I growled.

"It's true, sweetheart!" He laughed.

"I know! Just.. show me some sympathy or something so I at least feel like you care a smidge."

He looked at me with a smile. "You know very well I take extraordinary care of you! Hell, I spoil the shit out of your fat ass. Besides, I have a surprise for you." He smirked, looking proud of himself.

"Oh gosh, what now?" I moaned.

~~~~~

"Bring him over!" He yelled behind me.

I heard a crash and looked around. I laughed and felt like I was about to cry with joy. I saw my pit bull Kap, running toward me with a collar on and a leash, that was probably attached to someone's hand. Just not anymore.

Running towards me he had managed to knock over two clothing racks, steal someone's sandwich, and pee on a very expensive camera. Only my dog! I told Vince to put the camera on my tab. Kap was a blue nose Pit, with a white patch on his chest. I rescued him from a pound I was just meant to be "just looking" at. He was next on the kill list, and his blue eyes and mine met. At that moment I knew he was coming home with me. Pit bulls are, sadly, rarely adopted. He would have died in a cell for something he had no control over. He was labeled as a trouble dog, meaning nearly impossible to train or bond with. But all he needed was someone who would spend time with him not a five minute analysis to decide his fate, it made me sick to think of sometimes. I was his third owner so he didn't trust easy. But he was perfect. He was my best friend since the adoption two years ago.

I knelt down on my knees, "Kap! C'mere!"

He looked up from another sandwich he managed to steal (whose ever it was was probably too afraid of him to tell him no, he did look intimidating I'll give em that), and ran over to me, almost knocking me down in the process. He kept trying to give me kisses while I was playing with him.

"Am I off the hook?" Vince smiled down at me.

"Hell yes! But how?" I said through my laughter at my dog trying to jump all over me.

Vince had told me our flight didn't offer to fly pets so we would have to leave Kap this time. Which really sucked because he went everywhere with me, and he didn't like other people usually so he had to stay in my back yard alone. We had someone stop by and put food out for him, but my baby gets lonely.

"Money talks." Was all the explanation he said. "He's also going to be part of your shoot."

"Bad ass!" I said and stood up.

"That's a beautiful dog." I heard someone say.

I turned and saw Adam Levine had decided to grace us with his presence, dressed in the same style rob I was in.

"Thank you. He's my baby, his name is Kap. Say hi to Mr. Levine, buddy."

I hid a smirk when Kap took a defensive stance in front me and started to growl at Adam. That's my boy.

Adam put his hands up and took a step back, "Call me Adam, please."

"Adam. I'm sure we will have lots of fun with him as our model dog." I laughed.

"Wow, even your dogs a model? Beauty must run in the family." He smiled at me.

How. Cheesy. Kap didn't stop growling, it actually intensified.

"Seduto!" I told him, firmly.

He immediately laid down to my feet and ceased growling, but didn't take his eyes off Adam. Good boy, don't let the pervy singer near mama.

"Wow. That was cool. Was that italian? I know you're an Italian model I speak none, but just a guess?" He said and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Nope. In Italy most people use German commands for their dogs, not for any good reason though. I don't speak German. Just the commands."

"What do you speak?"

"French, Italian, and English obviously."

"Damn. I love an intelligent woman." He looked at me.

I was going to tell him where to shove his compliment when I was interrupted.

"Show time. Take your places you two.. er three." Vince said to Kap too.

Kap barked a deep bark and followed me on one side, staying in between Adam and I. I swear Kap was glaring at him.

Adam walked next to us but kept some space, and let his robe he was wearing fall to the floor, he winked at me and continued on walking to the photo area, butt naked.

I can not wait to get this day over with.

Hope you guys liked it!! Who's POV do you want next, Adam, Vince's?

Kaps? ;)

You guys are choosing!

Any weekend plans? Mine include a margarita and tons of food :)

You guys are the best!!!