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The phone rings, but it sounds so far away, I don’t concern myself with it. Instead, I turn onto my side, hugging whatever pillow I can embrace while my ears pick up on what’s being spoken on the news.
“The internet is going crazy over the newly released photoshoot by Forbes Elite! Not only is it scorching in popularity, but it’s now trending on various social media platforms thanks to the main model and his mysterious lady! Many know the popular German model Ares, who currently attends the prestigious Leighton Royals University. I’m sure many know from the academic institution name alone that many wealthy students with various gifts and talents are accepted into this community. There are lists of successful graduates who have entered the entertainment and model industry. Ares is very promising to be a successful global ambassador of various brands, but with this new photoshoot, many are intrigued with his love life!”
I open an eye halfway, intrigued by the reporter as she looks extra excited about this topic.
“As you can see, the cover itself is not only steamy, but there’s a unique essence between these two that has many near and farlosing their wits’ ends regarding whether this mysterious woman is Ares’ love interest!” she exclaims as the cover comes on screen.
My eyes bug out of my sockets as I’m up and going right before the television to get every detail of the cover image.
Holy shit! That’s me?
I can barely recognize myself. In fact, I’ve never even thought I could look so… good. Hot? Super attractive? Truthfully, I never stared at my image long enough to appreciate it. Whenever I’ve acknowledged my body or overall looks, it’s out of personal judgment or instructions to look a certain way to please another.
Never have I admired myself practically naked…
The way the paint is covering my flesh not only leaves a lot to the imagination, but it also accents my cinched waist, curves, and pale complexion that isn’t artistically stained by various shades of paint.
I really look like a professional model.
Now, matched with Ares?
We look like lovers.
It’s the way we’re peering into each other’s eyes, the closeness, and how his teeth lightly tug on my dark-red bottom lip. The sexual tension is what’s pulsating out of the 2D image and making it feel so raw with emotion.
My heart is racing while my body feels hot.
“With Ares attending today’s fashion event down at Leighton Rose Fashion District, we managed to get an exclusive moment with the sensational model while he was leaving.”
I hold my breath when Ares comes on the screen, noticing the void of emotion on his face as he portrays perfectionism with every step he makes.
“Ares! We’d love to know who the mysterious woman is! Who is she, and is she a love interest of yours? I thought you weren’t interested in women?”
Not interested in women. Who came up with that?
“It’s not my place to reveal who she is, especially without her permission,” he jumps to the point as he pauses his movement to look at the camera.Then he gives one of those rare smiles that even has the reporter gasping in awe.“As to who she is to me, well… let’s just say I hope to make her my wife.”
With a wink, he walks to the awaiting Rolls Royce, leaving the reporter speechless while other nearby reporters beg for Ares to share more on this woman he hopes to make into his wife.
Me. His wife…
I fan my face, which feels far too hot. That also has to be why the world seems to be spinning. With a huff, I turn around with the intention of going back to bed, but I crash into something else.
Someone else?
“If you think I’m letting you leave to go see that douche in this state, it’s a big fat no.”
“Awww. Don’t be a party pooper,” I grunt into Warren’s chest, knowing he has to be the one to save me from my own doom. “It’s been a while since I felt sick as fuck.”
“It’s been a while since you’ve pushed yourself during that ‘time of the month,’” he reminds me as if I don’t know my own problems. It’s not like I’m bleeding from my vagina anymore, but the pressure from the cramps presses on a sensitive nerve, which makes walking and acting ‘normal’ a big pain in the ass.
I’ve been pushing through it the last two days, especially when Zander and Ares were showing concern with the way I’ve been limping here and there or when I crashed into Domino’s back because my legs went numb.On the fucking stairs at that.That was probably why Zander and Ares encouraged me to stay home from school today, but look at their ‘fearsome’ leader.
Not giving a fuck about me.
Thinking about it now, I come to realize why he wants me there.
“He wants me at his hockey game because of the buzz going around with Ares’ photoshoot,” I announce while Warren scoops me into his arms. I’m relieved not to be standing, to be honest, especially when the world still feels like it’s spinning. “You think he’s jealous?”
