Chapter 11

Chapter 11

I could hear the alarm blaring in my ears. I heaved my body from the bed, rubbing my eyes tiredly. I looked up at the time, which is now 9:45 pm. Shit, I need to be ready.

I rummaged through my suitcase for clothes to wear. I settled to wear a loose jumper and some high-waisted jeans. But before I wore my clothes I showered and brushed my teeth.

I combed my brown hair, letting the lose natural curl bounce at the end.

"Sasha, Lucy we need to wake up now." I shook Sasha's arm.

She groaned, but still managed to get up; I did the same to Lucy who protested in response.

They both got ready, while I made my way towards the lift.

James's scent was present in the hallway along with perfume. I turned around to see that he was nowhere in sight

"James, I can smell you. So don't bother hiding?"

"Shit!" I heard him mutter. He came out from the shadows with a beautiful woman walking away from my direction.

I could hear his footsteps but I ignored him. I pressed the lift button, which opened up straight away. We both entered the lift together in complete silence.

"You're so intelligent it's unbelievable," he said with pure sarcasm, rolling his eyes at me. I grinned internally as I could see he was trying to ease the situation.

"Thanks" I replied back dryly. I don't mean to sound mean but every time James would decide to hook up it bothered me.

"How was your night?" He smirked.

"It was nice not having Alina waking me up." I smiled as he stood close to me. I felt the heat between me and him but it was his face that had me melting.

But I couldn't think of him like this, we were going to a meeting and I had to be professional. Which meant hiding feelings for him.

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All the girls made their way out of the office dragging their bodies out of the glassed room.

They all wore the same expression on their face, tiredness, and boredom. We hadn't really done anything productive or useful. It was more like 'blah blah blah.'

We came all the way to France our first priority being this meeting and it ended being pointless.

It was pointless, all we talked about was what our models should improve on. Even though 'Cruella De Vil' asked for our opinions, we never really got to put our own point. Because loudmouth decided to but in and criticize every time we decided to say anything.

Cruella De Vil the heartless woman wanted to use fox fur for her latest collection. I had objected to such a design. We all protested saying she wouldn't walk in her clothes if she condone them.

Being a werewolf our furs are uncommon and beautiful. That's why James and his collection were against animal cruelty. Being poached wasn't a statement.

"Mariah" I turned around to see James calling me. "An unexpected photoshoot has come your way. I need to know now if you want to go ahead or not." I laughed at the way he spoke.

"Yes I'll agree but what time is it at?" I asked.

"Well, it's at 5 in the evening" I nodded, this sounds perfect for me.

I haven't done a shoot for a while. It's mainly because I've been preparing my models, for the big final.

"By the way hot thing" I glared a time, but the fool just laughed. James would give me silly nicknames. I didn't use it but it had my stomach fluttering.

But I got even nervous knowing that someone might overhear us."That's not professional"

"Look stop worrying about how you look like in front of them. Remember I'm the main man of this industry, and I can fire anyone who has a problem with it." He was right, I had never realized how much power James has. I know he wouldn't mind me going a bit off task. But I take my job seriously I needed to prove that even being young I could still handle this.

What about if the scenario was this, I had to make my way through my modeling career, without James. It wouldn't be that easy now, would it?

"You're professional. Everyone knows that. Just loosen up, will you? How about after your shoot I'll take you out to McDonald's and buy you a happy meal" he joked.

I slapped him hard which made him lose his balance, but not enough to make him fall.

"Now isn't that professional?" he questioned, as he raised an eyebrow. I hadn't realized we were still outside the meeting room, and my models were out with me. But none of them were looking at our scene, instead, they were checking out the magazine full of hot French male models.

I looked embarrassed slightly and scared. "Fine, you better take me somewhere good." I huffed childishly.

"Well I wouldn't be James if I didn't go that extra mile" he winked at me.

James never took me to any old place; he would take me to the most extravagant, posh restaurant. He made sure everything was perfect, which has always been a bad habit of his.