hailey chantel hilton.
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-at joey's mansion.
"can you please tell why im here?" i ask.
"to help you get ready for the date" he answered.
i scoffed and sat on the ground.
he stopped on his tracks and looked behind as he didnt hear my footsteps.
"come on, mon beau"
not that name again. who the fuck is 'mon beau'?
[a/n: mon beau means 'my beautiful' in french?¿ and hailey doesnt know what it means since she only speaks 3 languages (which will be told in the next chapter)]
"its hailey" i spoke. why im pretending to be mad at him?
bc he hit me with a pillow til i knocked out and put me in his car and drove to his mansion wiThoUt mE knOwiNg.
he eyerolls playfully, "youre seriously mad again?"
i couldnt help but smile, still sitting on the floor. i looked somewhere else except joey.
he huffs and swiftly carries me by shoving me into his arms as he carries me bridal style.
"how do you do that?" i ask.
"do what?" he spoke as he continued walking around his house.
"make me smile while im very mad" i mutter.
he smirked, "its a special talent"
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"joey" the stylist yelled from across the room.
the stylist was a girl and it seemed like shes close with joey.
we walked up to her and she knit her brows.
"is this one of your sex buddies?" she ask.
i looked at joey as his cheeks turned red.
"nope, this is my babygirl" he introduced.
"since when?" i ask him. his cheeks turned more red. i love making him feel embarassed.
she smiled and gave me a big hug then pulls away, "im leah"
"im hailey" i replied.
she then shot a glare at joey, "out, you whore"
he eyerolls, "get her ready in an hour" he spoke and left the room.
she then pulled out a rail of cloths.
"this are some of unreleased cloths from my clothing line" she spoke.
i nodded. "dont worry, this is the first time joey actually brought a girl here so the cloths are freshly new"
"if you dont mind me asking, whats your relationship with joey?"
she smiled at the question, "im one of his first cousins"
