Not What You Wanted • Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Just Another Guy Who'd Leave

"Fuck."

Rey cursed herself as she screwed up her eyeliner wing for the fifth time that morning. Somehow even though she was a fully trained makeup artist for the biggest magazine company in the city, she struggled to apply a simple fucking wing.

Perhaps it would have something to do with the fact that she'd most likely see Ben today. The fretful evening where he saved her from what she doesn't even want to think about what would've happened had he not been there was a week ago and she hadn't seen him since.

The morning after, she was greeted with a pounding headache, which was to be expected. Everything came crashing back to her at once.

The runway.

The club.

Being assaulted.

Ben saving her.

Ben.

Him taking her home and making sure she was safe.

And now all she wanted was for him to make her feel safe again.

She hadn't been needed much that week, but today there was a professional photo shoot for some of the looks displayed on the runway. And photo shoots - more often than not - required photographers.

It wasn't hard for Rey to put the pieces together.

Photo shoot = Ben.

Between redoing her makeup ten times and of him dominating her thoughts, she didn't notice the time. It was later than she thought.

"Fuck, shit, shit, shit, shit..."

Rey scurried out of her sad apartment as quickly as she could, not having the chance to grab something to eat. There wouldn't be time to stop for something either. It wasn't a particularly difficult task to get through the day without food; she sometimes went without it for almost a week in her childhood. She lived on carbs now, her dinner options usually consisting of pasta, mac and cheese or ramen. It was easier to save that way. It'd get her out of this hell hole sooner, so if she went a day without food, so be it.

Thankfully, she wasn't ridiculously far from her destination; it was about a 45 minute walk to where the shoot was taking place. However, she was wearing (the only ones she owned) heels which added an extra 15 minutes to the journey.

Her chestnut brown hair was thrown up into a tight bun and her outfit consisted of a nice baby blue blouse with a black pencil skirt. It wasn't uncommon for men's eyes to linger a little too long on her and she even got an occasional whistle. It only made Rey stare at the ground longer during the duration of her walk.

Today she was almost entirely too distracted to even care or notice. Every step she took was a step closer to Ben. The man who maybe, just maybe, could be the one to end her streak of poor boyfriends. Not that he was her boyfriend, but hopefully he would be one day.

None of the men she'd been with had ever shown the level of care that Ben did the week before. They probably wouldn't have even noticed she was gone from the club. So far he truly seemed different than the others... but would it last?

She could only hope.

-

Rey trudged into the warehouse with only minutes to spare. Already, she could feel the blisters reopening on the back of her heels. She made it to her station fairly quickly and with her lack of fortune, a model was already seated waiting for her.

Inhaling a long breath, Rey made her way over and braced herself for whatever snarky comment was yet to come.

"Ugh, finally. Why do you guys always take forever?"