million dollar high | joshler

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the following week, i drove over to shoot to have my pictures taken to be featured in vogue's upcoming fall magazine.

it was just like any other photoshoot; i wore different outfits and struck different poses.

it was normal for me.

what wasn't normal was that josh was in my dressing room with me.

"josh, come on. i have to work, and someone could've seen you come in, and your photographers are probably looking for you." i said, taking off my clothes quickly.

"your clothes are already off, and i didn't even say anything yet."

"i literally only have a five minute break. i don't have time for you." i pulled on the new outfit and scolded josh. "go fuck your girlfriend or something. i'm busy today."

"she's at my house, and that's too far away to go and then come back. you're right here."

"you horny fuck, go back to the other room!"

"fuck you. we're supposed to be helping each other out."

"well, maybe i don't want to anymore!" i shouted and kicked him out, staring at myself in the mirror with pure disgust.

i continued the photoshoot until around five when i got to go home. i changed into my grey checkered trousers and black shirt and grabbed my car keys.

"great work today, ty." the photographer said, and i gave him a smile before i left.

josh was by my car with a cigarette between his lips and sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

"what do you want?"

"were you serious before? do you not want me to fuck you anymore?"

"josh, i don't fucking know. you're straight, and you have a girlfriend. we don't even like each other."

"i know we hate each other and all, but i'm not straight. i'm fucking gay. why else would i have sex with you?"

i thought i was dreaming.

did he really just admit that he was gay to me? that fast?

it was that easy to get it out of him?

before i said anything, josh continued on. "my relationship is just a stunt. debby doesn't even know about it."

"josh, i'm going to strangle you if you don't shut the fuck up. i could used this against you. i could tell people about it. why would you tell me? why would you make it so easy?"

"what the fuck are you talking about? you're not going to say shit."

"well, i might."