Being an independent photographer and model seems like an easy job. but it's not,especially when you're hired to be a photographer for a band of a bunch of rowdy boys that are constantly flirting with you. in this case, you'd have to be miss Emma Ro...
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🌹Emily_Rose🌹: x Blue Jean Baby x
Username1: 😍🔥 Slay Ma!
Username2: 💫💙 You're doing Amazing Sweetie!
Username3: 😍✨ YAASS!!
Jesse.Boyle: Hell yuh! Elton John 4 da win! 🌌💙☄️
clintoncave: 😍🔥 Damn Fine.
I put my phone in my pocket,and followed the guys into the mall.
Clinton took my hand. "Come on! We gotta go to Gucci!" He beamed!!
I followed him in,and we walked around. I stopped in front of the mirror. I heard a camera go off. I looked over,and Clinton was grinning.
I smiled and rolled my eyes. "Let me see." I said. He showed me. I blushed.
"Send that to me?" I asked. He did,and my phone buzzed. He put his arm around my hip.
"Whatcha want Beautiful?" He asked.
I looked at him,wide eyed. "You mean it?" I asked softly. He nodded. "Anything you want." He replied.
I picked out a little white dress,and I held it up in front of myself in front if the mirror. "you'd look like a stunner in that babe." He said,playing with the ends of my hair.
"You really think so?" I asked, looking up at him,hopefully.
He lightly smiled. "I know so babe." He replied. I looked back at the dress and smiled.
I saw a sparkly,silver dress,and grabbed it,I held it up. My smile grew. "Which one?" I asked him.
"I'll get you both babe." He replied.
I jumped for joy. We walked up to the register,and he paid. We walked out, and met up with everybody in the food court.
"There you are. Where'd you go?" Christian asked.
"Treated princess to Gucci." Clinton replied with a smirk,as we sat.
I cuddled up to him. I saw Jesse roll his eyes.
~Later~
We arrived at the next venue,and I was setting up the merch table,when Jesse walked over.
"So boys with money is your type?" He asked in an annoyed tone.
I felt guilt and heartache bubble up in me. "no one's ever treated okay? Not even my ex... I was excited in the moment..." I replied softly. I looked down at my feet as I hugged myself.
"What do you mean?" He asked,sitting me on his lap.
"I have this ex... I thought he was the one... He ended up being a huge asshole... He always went out after work.. and-" I stopped.
