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“I don’t wanna sit still, look pretty”

– Daya

Chapter One

Mila

“Mila, look this way” The photographer snaps his fingers for me to look in his direction I’ve been on the set for ten hours now and we’re onto throb, and I want nothingany time soon It’s back to another hotel Not that it h I’ve been there for soner was sent in and the style didn’t fit me at all It was done how my mom had told them to do it, so it was more her than me Her taste is a little richer thanup when I’ beats your own bed

I turn rapher what he wants I tiltI should kno this works since I’ve been doing it for almost fifteen years Since some man discovered me, as they say, when I was only five My mom had been so excited, but I had no idea as really happening

This has beenfro ain I’m not even sure what city I’m in at the ot in late last night from London I stifle a yawn and wish I could have a break, but I push on knowing this is the last set for the night I mindlessly move for the camera I don’t even have to think about it anymore

I hope the hotel has late room service, or , but it’s doubtful I could find so from a fast food place that’s healthy But this is New York I’ht win out tonight, though I ets to me

The agency s I need, but food isn’t one of them I’m not sure they would count it as a necessity in life, especially in my line of work

“That’s a wrap,” the photographer says Everyone starts clapping and I force a polite smile on my face and thank everyone I don’t want to be rude just because I’o I told myself I’d never be like most of the otherand rude I used to hate when my mom would cos At around age fourteen I started going on uard

Ifree the yawn I’ve been holding in When I open the door, I freeze when I see aroo His black shirt is tight against his broad back My eyes drop even lower to his ass, and o dry I lick the about how every thick inch of him is roped with uessing he’s not another model, because most male models are lean and cut like swimmers and runners This man is built is more like a football player

He turns, and his dark eyesmy breath catch as they narrow on me His hair is cut short, al scar that runs down the right side of his face It cuts through his eyebrow, barelyat his jaw It’s not a clean cut It’s jagged, but the scar looks to be older since it’s not red and angry

I snapat hi room door and it’s then I realize I’m alone in a room with a man I don’t know A man who is likely three times my size He had to have been let in here, I reassure myself The studio has a ton of security, and visitors have to pass through a number of checks before they’re even allowed on set

When I glance up throughover er crosses his face