My fake fiancee. (BWWM)

||Thirty Five||

Feeling a little nervous and giddy at the same time, I held Raffaels hand tighter as we walked through the doors of the magazine company to have the photo shots taken. Raff held my hand and raised it to his lips, kissing lightly, "If you feel uncomfortable at any moment, just say the word and we'll head right out." I nodded but I knew I wasn't going to let my negative thoughts of how the people would perceive me to have Raff walk out of his important photo shoot. At the reception, the blonde behind the desk grinned at us as we approached, "the studio is still being set up. Just so you know, I totally ship this. #Raffiana Ps: you two look adorable together."
She definitely had a mouth on her. In a good way, unlike that blonde bimbo, he has for an assistant. Scoff. Oh, I almost forgot, you are probably wondering what the fuck is #Raffiana.
Storytime; remember when Raffael almost beat up that reporter. Mmh... Let's say, after the video taken by another reporter in the vicinity had Raffy and I trending on Twitter for a couple of hours with one of the fangirls aka my best friend aka Raffys sister aka Aurora put the hashtag #Raffiana to ship this relationship after the hate comments about me being with Raff because of his money and that I'm just a black whore who just wants to have some bomb ass sex with an athlete to have it as an achievement.

Moving on, the receptionist walked us to the elevator and pressed the fourth floor before walking out and waving just as the doors closed. The elevator dings and we walked out and right into the studio. The cameramen were setting up, and the woman in charge of the whole magazine story was there with the bimbo. Eye roll.
The woman in black pantsuit turned towards us and grinned widely, opening her arms wide, " a couple of the hour has finally arrived. I'm Lina, a pleasure to meet you both."
I smiled shyly and gave her a hug and so did Raff. Then she had Raff taken to the powder room because he had to take a couple of single shots first.
   The bimbo came at me glaring daggers when I was alone seated next to the snack table. "Don't forget what I told you, you fat bitch. Raff is mine, " she gritted her teeth whispering next to me.
I laughed and faced her, "that's not what the magazine will be reading honey."
Raffaels walked out in a tight-fitting tailored black suit that fit his form well, showcasing his bulging muscles beneath the coat. He grinned and threw a wink my way as he walked to the couch like he owned the place.
  "Adjust your cuffs, " the photographer said, his camera on stand by. A couple more shots later, I was done with the chocolate granola bars on the tray.
What?
They are amazing. Were.

The woman who I came to know as Lina had me go to the powder room to change for the shots we were to take next, gym stuff as they set up the gym equipment. I grinned and asked her for more of the chocolate granola bars. She laughed and had her assistant get more. Not before we heard miss bimbo scoff calling me a fat pig under her breath. I rolled my eyes and asked Lina to ignore her.
Raff was already in a pair of dark sweats with nothing on top, gulping a bottle of flavored water. I watched as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, a stream of water escaped from his lips and cascaded down his chest. "I'll get that for you, " I swiftly moved in front of him and darted my tongue out, licking the water up to his lips. He held me in placed and parted my lips with his. Kissing me hard. A squeal from Lina had me flustered, she said something in the line of 'we have to capture that.' And she also mentioned no funny business in the powder room and dragged Raffy by his arm to let me change.
A pair of red plain jane high waist mini shorts and black sports bra we're on the table right there. A pair of trainers beneath them with ankle socks. I shimmied out of my clothes and put them on, thank God I shaved.
Only reason, because miss bimbo told me not to..but it's not like I had like a forest of pit hair, two weeks worth pit hair. Not too much but I bet it would be visible in the eye of a professional camera.
I put my hair in a messy bun and let the hair and makeup stylist do a little makeup as Lina said it was required, but who works out in makeup anyway. Anywho...
I walked out ten minutes after, feeling a bit confident, considering my marks we're concealed with makeup and the high waist shorts. Raffael's eyes darkened when he drunk me in and in a second he was in front of me, saying I couldn't do the shoot in those clothes. Lina and I rolled our eyes, Men.
After minutes of convincing, he allowed me to do the shoot only for a few pictures then I would change into yoga pants or something.
For the first shot I let my hair down, and had Raffy carry me like a sack of chips, he put me on his shoulder, my back on his shoulder, his left hand around my form over on my legs, which were pressing on his chiseled abs and my right hand on his chest.

Next thing I know, he has me in the air, not literally, before his hands settled on my ass and my legs clamped around him and he kissed me.
Snap.

A couple other photos after, we sat down with the photographer and Lina to look through the pictures to choose which one's we wanted posted and which one specifically for the cover.