Big Shots

Chapter One

IMPORTANT: High School Smut one-shots have been removed off of Wattpad. It saddens me that my two-years worth of effort just vanished like that, without any warning from Wattpad. (I wanna cry.😭)

This book is one of the one-shots included in HSS and I hope nothing goes wrong with this anymore. To prevent getting another book deleted again, I will have a forewarning at the start of the chapter that contains smut. (Since the private chapters function has been disabled.)

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♥️ M.
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"Chin up—more dear. Now that's it. You're absolutely stunning," a middle-aged photographer with a black buzz cut aimed his camera at the glowing woman before him.

The model, despite being famous, never spoke to anyone below her in a conceited tone. In fact, she was very much a humble woman; one that treated everyone as equals, talking to them as if they had been friends for a long time and their social backgrounds disregarded.

Today she seemed a little uncertain. "Really?" She chuckled, fumbling her fingers nervously even though she had been to photo shoots more than a hundred times.

The middle-aged man stared at Selena in disbelief. Anyone would know even the word 'beautiful' was far too plain to describe an immaculate woman like her. In everyone's eyes, Selena looked just like a goddess—except, she was real and alive, while at the same time she seemed unapproachable and too good to be true.

But the photographer knew she was more than that. Having been working with her for three years now, he knew that more than being the rich and notable model that she was, Selena was both a generous and genuine woman, with a pure heart filled with love— very unlike the usual snobbish and obtrusive models he had encountered. Looks are deceiving, he thought.

"Ms. Ashworth," he prodded, unsure whether he should continue his sentence, but her warm smile reassured him.

"Yes, Mr. Brown?" She spoke in a respectful manner, noting their distinct age gap.

"A rather close friend of mine who's a photographer wants me to pull the strings— he's interested in taking photos of you and would like to know if you could take on the job."

Selena's face remained unfazed. "What's his name?"

"Ross Vasiliev," Lucifer formed a small smile, "famous guy, you might've heard of him before. He's won a couple awards for his photos of various scenery and infrastructure. He told me he's been wanting to venture deeper into photography; he wishes to take pictures of real humans rather than plain views."

Selena nodded slowly. "So... I'm technically his first model?"

"Yes," Lucifer answered while packing his camera into his black bag. "But don't worry, Ms. Selena. Vasiliev is a nice guy. Humble just as you are. He'll pay you well too. And most importantly, he's handsome! Almost the same age as you—I feel like the two of you might have that, y'know. Flame or something." He winked at the model, knowing she's still a single twenty-four years old woman.

Selena and Lucifer were close enough to talk about such personal things, and Lucifer had always wondered why the young woman didn't have a boyfriend even until now. Maybe her expectations were too high, which was understandable, since she really did have the assets that made her stand out a little too much.

Selena blushed slightly. She had heard of Ross Vasiliev before but never knew how he'd looked like. True, he was well-known around the country, but he wasn't exactly a fan of revealing his face on camera. Selena had always been curious about how Ross actually looked like behind the TV screen. And since she wasn't particularly interested in photography, she didn't bother catching up on news about him. She had better things to do too.