I run my hands down the curve of my waist as I analyse myself in the mirror.

The skin tight white Tommy Hilfiger two piece I have on right now, I'm doing a small photo shoot for them.

"Hold still bitch" Akira grunts as she clasps on my bra, letting out a deep breath when she steps away. That clasp was so hard to put on for no fucking reason, but if I'd knew about this photo shoot a day or two in advance I'd be less panicked and more chill.

But nah, John let me know an hour before the actual thing that I had to be here. Whereas Akira's manager told her yesterday, she said she would have told me but had no idea I'd also be here.

Which is fine, although John isn't. I checked over our contract and there's still three months until I can get rid of his annoying ass.

Oh and to make life worse, this change room is so damn small, me and Akira are basically against each other.

Me and Akira both fluff our hair through the body length mirror in front of us, "5 minutes ladies" someone knocks on the door and doesn't even wait for our answer before leaving.

Probably annoyed we got our way with one change room, well Akira did after she threw money at them with a devilish grin.

I hear her mocking the guy under her breath as the ringing of my phone echoes in the small space, cursing when I forgot to turn on do not disturb.

I pick my phone up from our pile of clothes about to turn it on do not disturb but when I see 'Mi amant' flashing on the top of my screen I can't help but grin.

"Oh for fucks sake" Akira cries out when I swipe on the screen answering his call, we called last night after I'd gotten back from the meeting and fell asleep on face time, it was great.

I sit on the small bench thing as I watch Akira fixing her thong straps.

he sounds slightly out of breath as I hear slight commotion behind him, the nickname makes me bite the inside of my cheek as I lean against the cold wall of the booth.

Butterflies flooding my stomach from his low raspy voice, "miss me already?" I ask not to bother to hide my cockiness. In the relationship-or whatever this is I'm the cocky, rude and pissy one. Unless we're in public, then we're both bitches.

he asks, repeating the words I told him last night before we both fell asleep in our separate beds. He stays up super late just so he can sleep on face time with me, I feel bad sometimes but the regret flies out my window when I see his stupid grin on my phone.

I run a hand over my thigh as I open my mouth to talk but Akira beats me to it, "do my tits look smaller than usual?" she asks, sounding like she was talking to herself as she gropes herself, looking at her body in the mirror.

I rolled my eyes before ignoring her weird question, which was false. he sighs and I let out a small laugh, shaking my head even though he can't see me right now.

"How are you?" I ask, changing the topic we've somehow gotten to.

I can hear him muttering something about sleeping and my tits under his breath before he clears his throat and talks properly,

I shouldn't laugh, I really shouldn't but I couldn't control the snort that left my lips at his serious tone while speaking. I thought Ivy was joking when she said he'd kill to cure his boredom, and that the method was temporary.

"I think you need to talk to a therapist," I shake my head with a light laugh but freeze when I remember he actually does have a therapist, shit.

Seb mutters, not upset about my joke. My eyebrows furrow when he tells me she sucks at her job, "why does she suck?" I ask.

He scoffs as I hear a door slamming shut, his reply makes my dips part and my jaw drop to the fucking floor.

I tense up and my jaw clenches, that's what I fucking thought, anyone else gets near my man I'll forget about my fresh acrylics and murder them with my bare hands.

"Don't even think about it," I warn him just in case, Paula's words from the party a month ago running through my mind as I bite my cheek harder. 'I'll make him forget about you, I'll treat him better.'

Akira blows herself a kiss through the mirror before turning around and checking out her own ass, weirdo.

Seb scoffs as if I just told him pigs fly, he groans a muffled groan, I roll my eyes at the idiota before speaking again.

"I'm being serious Sebastian Morales- wait what's your middle name?" I question, but the silence on the other side of the line makes my eyebrows furrow. Ten seconds, twenty go by but he doesn't say a word.

I was about to call his name again but before I could even open my mouth he spoke, he speaks slowly, his warning is more of an assurance which makes me let out a shaky breath.

Akira looks at me with a 'you okay?' look and I just give her a quick nod, the heat that rises to my cheek also spreads down my body. Making a beeline between my legs like his words alone could make me- jesus horny woman.

"Sebastian," I breathe out, I know what I'm doing, the game I'm playing with him. Bring it on, amant.

he whispers, his throaty voice holds not a bit of humour as he speaks. I have to clench my thighs together which adds more blush to my cheeks.

My eyes find my best friend who's now on the floor texting someone furiously, "like what?" I push the tip of the iceberg even more.

He lets out the smallest chuckle and for months I hear the new Seb, the colder, careless one. But the only change is that he still wants me, "there's only one way to find out, hint hint, it isn't me fucking talking and telling you"

I almost jump when there's an obnoxious knock on the door, "Abby get the hell out here before I open the door myself" John barks and Akira's cheeks go red in annoyance and anger as she stands up off the ground.

I was about to end the conversation and say bye but before I could Seb talks, he demands an answer more than asks. I think about the consequences for John if I tell Seb and wince.

"No one, I have to go" I whisper, not wanting John to question who I was talking to.

I cut him off when I hear keys jungling outside showing me John is unlocking the door. "-I'll call you when I'm at the apartment, don't be mad" I said quickly before cutting the call.

Akira stands up and moves in front of me, protecting me from John's annoying glare. "I could get you arrested for walking into a woman's change room, for unlocking the door without our permissions." she snaps, without missing a single beat.

John rolls her eyes and tries to shove her away from me, "you wanna play Jack? Attempt of assault, maybe even attempt of section 162? Wouldn't put it past you, oh what about section 271, you tried sleeping with my best friend after she was drunk, her driver pulled you off him and you still threatened him to tell no one, Paul told me everything you son of a bitch" she grits, stepping closer to stab her finger into his chest.

"So stay away from Abby before I go to my daddy and tell him about your actions," she warns as his eyes slightly widen of the mention of her dad, I watch as he gulps and steps back with his hands in the air. Her dad is one of the biggest and one of the best lawyers in the world, he'd do anything for his only daughter. Akira is a daddy's princess, but not the bitchy types that will use their money and dad to ruin your life. Well at least not if you're on their good side they won't.

John doesn't even look at me as he steps back, "s-sorry I just came here to say you should go to the set" he stutters before basically running away from Akira as if she was his death.

Her bitchy act falls as she turns to me with a grin, "I think he pissed his pants" she giggles before grabbing her phone from the pile of clothes.

I hum, nodding slowly still registering what happened. And what the hell are Section 162 and section 271?

"You scare me," I whisper and she rolls her eyes, "you should see my brother, he's ruthless" she shakes her head while sending one last angry text and throwing her phone on the floor again.

Her arm wraps around my shoulders as she guides us out of the booth, "was that Luke?" I ask and she sighs before nodding.

Luke is her new boyfriend. She met him about a month ago before I even got back to New York and told me she had a date when I saw her. Since that day they've been going out and being a bit too loud.

Though they fight or argue about something every other day, personally, I don't like Luke. He seems so cleaned up, neat, just an act waiting to blow.

But if she's happy then I am too, just like I was with Ivy. I hated and kinda still hate Ares but love that he makes her happy. If Luke is Akira's Ares then I'll keep my mouth shut.

"Wanna talk about it?" I offer as we walk down the slightly narrow hallway, she looks down at me with a sigh. "His mom kinda hates me," is all she says and my eyebrows raise.

"The dinner was great, until she started subtly shaming me of being a model who ' shows her body to the whole world ' her words not mine" she shrugs and I roll my eyes, Luke is also mommy's little baby boy if I forgot to mention that before.

"What did Luke say?" I ask and that's when she looks down to her heels with a sad smile, "nothing, but it's fine" she quickly covers for the boy she's been dating for a month.

I shook my head and when I went to talk she stopped me, "he said he'd talk to her because he really wants this to work, and I won't even model a lot after I get my law degree." She tries finding the 'pro's' in the situation.

Ignoring the fact of how much she loves to model and walk the runway, I hate how he can't see how happy this makes her and is telling her to hurry with the degree so the modelling can stop.

"Just be careful," I say as we walk into the room where all the lights and cameras are set up, she nods and when I give her a strict look she runs off to her end of the room where she's doing her shoot.

If he hurts her, I swear to god I will shove his own cock up his asshole so deep it comes out of his mouth.

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