Zephyr held the camera in her hand steadily as she focused on the melanin rich male that stood before her. His dark skin, bleach blonde hair, and the pale pink background all complemented one another effortlessly. This was Zephyrs first cover shoot since she's been with the underground magazine company here in Houston. To say the least she was a ball of nervousness, a lot was riding on this shoot. This could've been her big break she could be shooting the cover of Vogue within the next year if things continued to fly north.

The continuous click of her Canon kept her focused as her model continued to strike various poses. Thirty more minutes passed as and the last click of her Canon announced itself. When she got home she would have to look through the numerous amount of photos on her SIM card and begin the crucial editing process which she only had a month to perfect. Within a months time and the drop of cover her life could change for the better.

Zephyr began to pack up her camera and take down her lights and other various equipment into their respective suitcases. She had been locked in her studio all day and after several looks , different backgrounds , and various posses she was done. The only thing that was on her mind was a nice fat Backwood and a long conversation with her best friend who she hasn't seen in two days.

" Good job today Zephyr I know the cover will be yours. " The husky caramel like voice of Marcelas, the model of the day, rang out from behind her.

Zipping up her last bag she looked over her shoulder and quickly examined the fine specimen of a man behind her. He indeed was one of Gods most beautiful creations. His skin was that of the richest dark chocolate and the defined muscles underneath made him seem like that of Adonis. His bleach blonde hair only intensified his look further adding more character to the beautiful creature. His chocolate eyes captured your soul and held it only until he was ready to let you go. But none of this mattered to Zephyr. Jacques had ruined her for men. Nobody would ever hold a candle to her right hand man. She loved everything about that man from head to toe and no one could change her mind other wise.

" Thanks Marcel, hopefully we'll get it. This could be big for the both of us. " Zephyr slung her camera bag across her shoulder and proceeded to plug in her head phones turning on a random playlist.

It took her all of fifteen minutes to pack her truck up and get it started. It was 5 o'clock and the traffic was picking up just as she pulled on to the highway. Forty five minutes later she's only manage to make it half way to her destination. Her frustration was deadly at this point and the crazy bastard in the green Honda wasn't paying attention so that made it even worse.

Another forty minutes went before she made it back to her humble abode and kicked off her vans. Throwing her equipment and camera down in her separate room she proceeded to her stash in the kitchen pulling out one of the pre-rolled Backwoods Jacques had so graciously completed for her. The long drag inward was always Zephyrs favorite part it was something relaxing about it. Sitting on the couch she sat back in silence inhaling and exhaling the herb.

Hours passed and the sky was draped in lights as the arts district of downtown Houston lit up. Zephyr rubbed her eyes finally removing herself from the plush couch and made her way to the bathroom. Stripping her clothes from her body one by one she ran a hot bath before sinking her body into the water. She found herself humming a beat to one of Jacques songs when her phone rang alarming her. By the ringtone she knew it was her best friend reaching over the edge of the tub she tapped around the cold tile floor before she located her phone and sliding the answer button across the screen.

" Little Dove. " Jacques raspy voice sounded through the speaker on her phone lightly dancing across her ears. The tone of his voice is what captured her attention more. Something was wrong.

" Baby Jacques what's wrong ? " Zephyr sat up in the water her back against the cold tile of her bathroom wall sending a chill down her back. The hot water swished around the tub as if responding to her anxiousness.

" Babygirl they found out. " A saddening tone in Jacques voice rang like a bell on top a Catholic Church at noon.

Only one word galloped through Zephyrs conscience at the moment.

Fuck.