Melanin

Chapter Ten

Lola Davis

"Ok Lola look this way." The photographer said.

I was doing the Calvin Klein shoot with Lizzo for body positivity. She was very creative and positive, her vibes was amazing.

"Ok one more of you and Lizzo please." He said.

Lizzo and I posed for the picture and we were done. I stood up and put my robe on as she did the same.

"I don't know how you do it." She said drinking some water.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Model, I think I'm going to stick with rapping and singing." She said.

I laughed.

"Yeah it can be tough." I said.

"So tell me about you." She said.

I laughed and sat beside her and we began chatting it up. She was a down ass chick, she was real as hell and unfiltered.

"How's the new found fam coming for you?" She asked.

"It's a challenge being on the shade room for every little thing I do. I switch my hair I'm posted, I wear fashion nova I'm posted. It's like eyes are everywhere on me, but it's cool I'll get use to it." I said.

"That's how it was for me also but look at it like this. If it wasn't for them paparazzi I wouldn't have got this Calvin Klein spread." She smiled.

"You have a point." I laughed.

"Lizzo we have to go interview time." Her manager said.

"Ok." She said.

We exchanged numbers and she left, I got dressed and went to my car. I bought a new one by the way a Range Rover. I got comfortable inside and called Trey on FaceTime.

"Hey pumpkin." He said.

I smiled.

"Hey I don't have anything else to do are you home? Or still at your meeting?" I asked.

"I'm still at this meeting but go ahead to my house I'll inform the security to let you in. The key is under the mat." He said.

"You sure?" I asked.

"Yes pumpkin." He said.

He looked drained and tired.

"Ok." I hung up and started the ignition on my car.

I pulled up at gate of his house and said my name and was granted access.

"Hi ma'am I'm Alessa Mr.Neverson told me to tell you to make yourself at home." She said walking away.

I walked to the kitchen and began making dinner. I was hungry and I'm pretty sure Trey was gone be hungry. I ended up cooking Pepper steak and rice.

"YO!" Trey yelled.

"I'm in the kitchen." I said.