I watched half-heartedly from the limo as the palm trees flew by. My eyes sunglasses effectively shielded me from Pam and since she thought I was asleep I was left in peace to reminisce about last night. It was weird in a way. I've never been with someone so quiet and kept their pleasure in check. He never let go. The only time he ever made a sound, and it was quite faint, was when he had an orgasm. He never looked in my eyes, never told me how great I felt or how beautiful I was, it was strange. It was the first time in a long time that I had sex where there was no oral involved. I love giving and I love receiving but from the moment we met he made it clear he was in control and since he never made a move to initiate oral sex it never happened. I was on my back taking what he gave until he rolled us over and I was on top. His eyes were closed the entire time and I felt like I was alone. When I woke up the next morning I was alone, well, not quite. His assistant was there to make sure I vacated the premises. He didn't even leave a note or a message. I don't have his phone number or anyway to get in contact with him. That's not something I'm used to; I'm used to being the elusive one; leaving the other person wanting more and wondering if they'd get it. Honestly, the only reason I would want to replay last night is for the opportunity to get the upper hand and show him how wonderful I am at being in control. I sighed deeply and turned to see that I caught Pam's attention,
"Everything seems to have gone well this week." I nodded,
"Yeah, I guess." I knew she knew of the Evelyn situation. Martie was sure to have told her since she is my assistant. She has to be ready to handle any question or situation that arises and being left out of the loop could be dangerous. My life, it's always like some kind of thing that is handled in a conference room. Like some type of business insider group. Martie, Cori and Pam know just about all there is to know about most of the things I'd rather no one knew. They all know for a fact that I am daiting Steven, even if it isn't something we have open discussions about. They know I am bisexual, they know I'm estranged from my family, they know that family is not my biological one.
"All your press has been good." She opened a bag and pulled out the holy folder. The holy folder contains copies and cut outs of all my press. Rather is a little bit on what I'm wearing or a full length article it contains what it said about me in magazines and newspapers. Between Cori and Pam, who get every fashion and entertainment magazine out there, to include the tabloids, they pretty much get just about everything that is out there about me. I see the folder once a week, unless something is a big deal like a feature interview. I glanced at the pages and saw various pictures of me at the gala including the one I took with Nick, Sarah and Rebecca. Man, the thing was just last night. They are quick. In the Los Angeles Times gossip page there was a small tidbit about me being backstage at Nick's concert and the fact that he was at one of my photo shoots. Although, they slanted it as if I were with AJ. It mentioned I was seen going into his private dressing room at the arena.
"So I'm with AJ? Is that what they are trying to imply?" It really wasn't a question, I knew the answer but I wanted to know what the word was out there and Pam would know better than me.
"Yeah, there have been rumblings out there but it's still underneath the radar. This is the first mention of it in the media." I looked over at her,
"Is there talk about me with anyone besides AJ?" She shook her head,
"Everyone labels you a single woman." I knew she was talking about in general but I was thinking aloud about the other group members but more specifically Kevin. No one, and I do mean no one, knew about that and I wanted it to stay that way. I just feel like my friends don't need to know and it's not something Nick would be happy about I'm sure. After out argument over Steven and his wife he wouldn't be happy about me sleeping with his married friend. Besides, with my luck Nick and Kevin's wife were probably the best of friends.
"The Evelyn incident?" I don't know how much she knows but she knows,
"The suit and the restraining order aren't out yet and might not be for a few weeks unless the tabloids are tipped off." She cleared her throat a couple of times as I wondered if someone would betray me like that. Luckily, I've never had anyone around me who was willing to sell me out for a quick buck. Steven always made sure I was taken care of, that was one of the perks that went along with dating the boss, you got all his attention and the best representation. He knew if my career wasn't going well then I wasn't going to be happy personally.
"What is Evelyn's problem anyway?" I could hear the hesistancy in her voice, the fear of getting too personal and asking too many questions.
"She came to my place yelling at me and getting crazy so I slapped her. Now she wants money and to make me look bad." A tiny bit of information like that only makes someone want to know more but she knew her place and she knew she couldn't ask me another question. Why risk biting my head off, she kmew Cori's number and I'm sure she would use it and be given all the information she could want.
I arrived at my place exhausted with Cori in tow, who met me at the airport. The first thing I did was throw my bag to the floor and walked over to the answering machine. As I kicked off my shoes I heard my mother's voice telling me she was worried about me and wanted me to call her. Before she could finish I press delete and listen to a model friend of mine tell me she saw me on the cover of some magazine and congratulated me on my success. I pulled my skirt off and stood there in my tank top and thongs as Steven's voice filled my ears telling me he was not going to be in town, I needed to contact the office and some guy I didn't know to handle all my business affairs and to keep my mouth shut about my dispute with Evelyn some lawyer would get in contact with me; he had been hired to handle the whole thing. As if on cue, some lawyer named Ira Rosenberg was giving me his home, cell and office numbers and telling me Steven had hired him to handle my small dispute with Mrs. Geddes. I wanted to throw up at the sound of Evelyn being called Mrs. Geddes. She wouldn't be that anymore, I was taking over that role. I flopped on the couch, took off my tank top and watched as Cori gathered my clothes to take to the cleaners. I don't think I have done my own laundry since I was about sixteen. Even then I didn't do it, I just took my clothes to the cleaners. Now, I don't even do that.
There isn't much that I have to do for myself. My accountant pays the bills and I just walk around with pieces of plastic getting whatever the hell I wanted. Once a month we have a meeting and he tells me I am spending way too much money, I tell him I'll do better and then go out to spend even more money than I did the month before. It's hard to care about money when you get ten thousands dollars for one photoshoot. I've been approached by different designs houses to model for them exclusively. That would be a multi year multi million dollar contract but ten to twenty thousands dollars for one day of work for numerous houses was even better. Especially considering each design house and many lines and designers. So three different Versace shoots in one month could easily get me one hundred and fifty thousand dollars from the alone. I think I'll stick with being a free agent.
"Cori what does my schedule look like?" Some people would need to look at a piece of paper but not Cori, she has practically mastered my life, past present and future.
"You have Esquire."
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