Celebrity Imagines

Be Careful Pt. 2

"Y/N, what was it like being on the cover of over six fashion magazines in just a few short months?"

I smiled proudly at the face of the reporter, "It has been amazing. I've always wanted to be a model and see women like myself on the most re known fashion mags and runways. So, I'm very proud of myself and my team."

"That's great! And what is it like having several blockbuster movie offers and television show offers? For example, we have word that you will be starring as Ororo Munroe a.k.a Storm in an upcoming Marvel film!" she grinned excitedly at me.

"Well, you wouldn't be wrong. I've been a huge Marvel and DC fan since I was young and I'm just happy that I'll get to be apart of this film which is a stand-alone," I added.

"And who are you looking forward to seeing perform tonight at the BET awards?"

"Most definitely am excited to see Jamie Foxx host first and foremost! And I'm very excited to see Miss Anita Baker get her accolades tonight fo' sho!" I popped my tongue for emphasis.

We ended the interview with 'thank you's and 'goodbyes'.

I must say that leaving Michael was one of the best things to happen to me. Of course I was a wreck after our breakup. Surely anybody who had been wrapped up in a relationship that long would be as heartbroken as I was.

It took weeks for me to gain even a piece of my sanity back. My best friends helped me pull my ass together and go back out into the world a stronger woman. Just as I was feeling that all my doors were closing right in my face. My Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ opened up an entire flood gate for me.

"I don't know what to get," I roused.

"They got a new frappe with caramel," Shania pointed out.

"Nah, that's probably too sweet,"

"You can tell we getting old, now everything is too sweet," she laughed before cringing at the fact that we'd actually reached our thirties.

"Girl, don't I know it," I whined, "I guess I'll get a regular coffee."

After we received our drinks we sat down at a table by the window and talked about whatever came to mind.

Lost in conversation, I didn't even notice the person walking up to our table,

"Excuse me, ladies. My name is Rumiel Esposito," a smooth accented voice spoke. The perfect amount of Latino twang infused. He held his large hand out for us to shake.

"Hi," we both sang, shaking his hand one after the other.

"I run a fashion company in West Hollywood and I've been in need of a few models for my next launch. Here are my credentials," he showed us photos on his phone and his work being featured in Vogue and Elle magazine.

"You ladies have the look that I've been going for and I would love it for you to come by my studio to do some test shots. Here's my card," he magically whipped out a smooth black business card from his suit jacket. "I hope we will stay in touch." he smiled.

After some further research to check his legitimacy, I ended up modeling for him and several of his partners. Now I was seeing myself on every news stand, in cosmetic commercials, in fashion week, in television shows, and my Instagram definitely wasn't being hurt by the influx of followers.

One special follower in particular was putting a hurting on me, in a good way.

I was on a paid trip to Bora Bora to promote a swimwear line. To actually do I my job I needed to post an image of me in the company's swimwear to my page.