Chapter 8: The Guy Is Smooth

Chapter 8: The Guy Is Smooth

Roy

“I don't even want a girlfriend nevermind a daughter, I actually wrap it up when I am fucking. I won't knock anyone up like you did.” I smirked, knowing he hates that he did but loves his little girl anyway. She is a mafia princess in the making.

“So this model chick, does this mean you are finally over Brianna?” He decided to get me back for talking shít about him knocking a girl up.

“That was like seven months ago and you guys still really rag me for this? I didn't even like her like that.” I sucked my teeth and cracked my knuckles. Ouch, they were bruised.

“You were sulking for a while, not like you unless you want to count….” He was about to recount my annoying dating history.

“Shut the fuck up.” I snapped at him.

“Uh, oh,” I heard a little voice entering the room.

“That is a bad word, uncle.” She gave me a worried look, her father yelled at her the other day for saying shut up. It was hilarious and she picked it up from her aunt Hannah who says that all the time.

“Don't say bad words you heard me and your father say, we were bad and you are not bad.” I told her.

And that is the truth, we were bad.

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Alessia Pov

I was sitting in the makeup chair, waiting for the makeup artist to complete the look for this photoshoot I am doing. My phone was on the vanity in front of me but I noticed it lip up and reflect off the mirror.

“Do you want me to hand you that?” The makeup artist noticed too.

“Please,” I nodded slightly, so she wouldn't poke my eyes with the mascara.

When I saw an unknown number, I was curious but when I read the message, it clicked for me who this was.

'Read any good books lately?’ I smiled and shook my head at the message.

It has been over a week and I had almost forgotten the sharp suited man I met outside of a rich community middle school. Roy made me curious about him, which doesn't often happen. Something in his aura and demeanor isn't so charming like the rest of his personality is and I want to know what it is. I want to know why he had bruised knuckles.

'Last book house I visited only had self help books. I don't feel like helping myself, so I skipped reading.’ I replied to him. It was actually true, not just me being a punk.

'We all need help from time to time.’ He texted back and I could almost envision the smirk that would accompany this message.

'Oh, yeah? Then how can I help you, Roy?’ he didn't miss a beat when he replied.

'You can say yes to seeing me again, preferably where mirrors aren't lingering.’ The makeup artist took a step back and scanned my face.

“Okay, your hair will be here in just a second.” She told me they needed to fix something in the back. I don't know what but I nodded to the woman. I picked up my phone so I could answer him. I don't want to make this easy.

'Why is that, Roy? What wouldn't you like mirrors seeing.” I know I was instigating.

'Preferably me pinning you against the wall and having a taste of those sexy fucking lips of yours.’ Something inside me tingled with heat, I pictured the thought.

Me up against a wall, a handsome man ravishing my mouth. Yes, please.

'I am not one for kissing strangers.’ I played hard to get.

'You weren't one for giving your number to strangers either, darling.’

Oh, the man is smooth.

'Yet here we are, isn't that the line you kept saying?’ I prolonged the inevitable yes I wanted to truly give him. That would be some complications with saying yes, I know that but I really want to say yes.

'And might you be?’ he asked.

'I am actually at a photoshoot waiting for someone to finish my makeup so I can step out there again.’

Fuck, why did I tell this man anything? I never tell people much of anything.

‘No, way, are you actually?’

I sent him a picture of me in front of the mirror where you could see the makeup vanity and the photoshoot backdrop. A sneak peak of me, my phone buzzed shortly after but I was called on set. It kept me curious the whole time I was shooting but I am good at what I do. It takes little effort to make a sublet shift in my movement and expression to get a range of usable shoots.

“Thanks, Alessia, you were great.” The male photographer was eyeing me up and down. I rolled my eyes and went to the little room where they had me change clothes. I threw my comfort wear back on but left the face full of makeup. I will have to clean it at home, I am usually bare faced. Makeup is for special occasions and work. When I opened Roy's message, my lips twitched into a half smile.

'Fuck, you are literally knockout, I know you probably always hear it but if I don't say it, I heel I am doing you a great injustice because, fuck that face.’ I do hear compliments too often but he was making this fun somehow.

He is a smooth guy, I am not even sure why yet but I just feel like he is smooth. I know I had to be a smart ass and say something he wouldn't expect.

'Are you saying fuck my face as in you want to fuck it! Or fuck, pause, my face?’ I found myself chuckling already.

I had to pull the message down so I could order a ride back home which is going to guzzle money for no good reason. Luckily when it is work related, we can use the company account, the company being my modeling agency.

'I said one but meant the other.’ he replied and he made me wonder.

‘And you won't decipher which?’ I found it amusing but I also felt this strange heat inside me and it wasn't a blush.

'I won't get myself in trouble yet, first you have to agree to see me again.’

Smooth once again, should I do it? Should I meet up with him?