Dakota's pov
I look at the time and it was eleven thirty so I go to my room to get ready.
I had taken out my braids this morning so I put my hair in a high ponytail and do my edges. Grabbing my bag I walk out and Luke and Andre were waiting for me at the car.
My Bentley Bentayga.
Luke opens the door for me and I thank him as I get in the car. While I was getting ready Gustav and I decided to go to my cafe in Palm Springs. The drive was longer than driving to the hotel but the paparazzi won't be as crazy as they would be if I were to go to the hotel granted we are in the paps sightline so everywhere we go they will follow us.
Just like now, there are two SUVs that has been following us since we left. We reach the cafe and I prepare myself for stupid questions from fuckers who just want to push you over your limits and you wish to punch some of them. I grab my bag and put my phone in it as Luke opens the door for me. Luke opens the umbrella to shield me from the constant flashing of the fuckers camera.
I understand that they are just doing their jobs and they want to feed themselves and their families like everybody else but damn sometimes as a person you just want to be left alone. Yet no one understands that.
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Dakota Smith
ChickLitA 26 year old singer,songwriter,dancer, businesswoman and philanthropist. She has quite the mouth. With the kind of friends and talent she has,its difficult not to see her or hear of her. Gustav Witzøe is a Norwegian billionaire who came to New Yor...