by Tyla Walker
I know that look, he has something in mind.
Devon helps me arrange the couch, and we put the pillow and blanket we got from the store. We lie down together.
"It's getting late, we should take a rest," I say, hugging a pillow.
He stiffly stares at me.
"What?" curiosity strikes me.
"I'm jealous of that pillow. Don't you like to hug me instead?" Devon asks, arms wide open.
Before I can provide a response, he grabs the pillow and puts it at his back and embraces me tight. The couch is not the most comfortable, but it feels even better than a bed.
Maybe because he's here with me.
"This feels much better right? A warm hug from me?" Devon grabs my hand and wraps it around his waist.
My face is on his chest, and I can smell his fragrant perfume and the manly scent of his skin. It feeds my arousal.
"What are you thinking?" Devon asks me again. I blink my eyes, guilty of having wayward thoughts again. I need Devon.
I crave his cock inside my pussy.
"Please," I moan in his ears. Devon's hold on me tightens, and we gaze at each other.
"What do you want?" Devon growls. "Tell me in detail..."
Oh, this is so shameful, but I want him.
"I want you to fuck me," I reply to him as I start to squirm. I can feel his already hard cock.
"Tell me more, in detail..." Devon whispers in my ears.
"Oh," I moan as I shiver, it runs through my body. "I want your cock inside me."
"What more?" Devon's like the devil, telling me to commit a sin. My breathing hitches and I feel my whole body weaken.
I don't care anymore.
"I want you to fuck me. You have to push your cock in my pussy, hard, deep, and fast. You do this while you pinch my nipples, driving me wild," I moan as I rub myself all over Devon like a cat in heat.
I feel Devon's hand snake inside my clothes... slowly and tenderly.
"God," I moan as I arch towards him. "Please, give it to me."
"Beg me," Devon licks my ears, and his tongue thrusts inside. My blood boils, and there's this roaring in my ears.
"I beg you... Devon... Devon..." I chant his name like crazy.
"Yes, that's it. I will give you everything... and more," Devon kisses me ferociously, and he dips his tongue inside my mouth.
"We're crazy," I tell him as I lay on his chest. Devon caresses my hair tenderly.
"Why?" Devon asks me, his eyes full of emotions I can't explain.
"We just had sex at the store, and in my office," I reply to him. I don't know what got into me, but this is so good. I love it.
"It's the best sex of my life," Devon whispers. I giggle.
Mine too, but he doesn't have to know.
Thirteen
Devon
After the long night of exploring and satisfying each other, we both wake up tired but happy.
My tummy is rumbling in hunger. I ask Jenna to eat breakfast together.
"Let's go grab some breakfast," I tell her. She just nods her head in approval.
Hand in hand, we go to the nearest dining place and order two cups of coffee, soft boiled eggs, sausages, and waffles for breakfast.
"We can finally go home," Jenna comments.
"Yeah, I'll drive you back?" I ask her tenderly, and she nods. We go back to her office after eating to fetch her things.
"Is this all your stuff?" I ask her as she gets inside my car.
"Yes, not that much," Jenna replies. "I don't intend to pack the entire XYZ."
I laugh.
"We're settled then. Shall we go?" I ask her as I start the engine.
"Thank you, Devon, " Jenna kisses me on the cheeks softly.
"Anything for you, Jenna," I grasp her hand and kiss it. Along the way, we talk, getting to know each other more.
Listening to Jenna speaks relaxes me. She talks about her son and her family life. But there's no mention of the man who fathered her son.
How stupid and irresponsible the man is, but... I need to thank him. Why? Because without him in the picture, I have a chance to get to know and pursue Jenna.
After the long ride, we finally reach her aunt's place.
"Pull over here," Jenna grins, looking at the house in front of us. "It's my stop. Thank you again."
I grin, staring at her face. Sadly, we need to part here. If possible, I want her to stay with me. This urge is so powerful, it brings me to my knees.
"Never mind about it. You're special to me," I can't help it. I kiss Jenna on the lips, softly at first... then, it turns to full-blown torrid kissing.
We part, panting for air. Quickly, I get down from the car as I open the door for her.
A picture of a perfect gentleman.
"Please come inside, let's have coffee first," Jenna offers to me. It's tempting, but I have pressing matters.
"I really want to, but I have to get back to work as soon as I can. I have piles of work waiting for me in my office," I reply to Jenna. Somehow, I feel a bit disappointed because I really wanted to go in.
Work sucks.
How I wish to stay and spend more time with her, but I can't.
"One more thing, now I'm sure you are the perfect plus-size model the company is looking for. I'll set up an appointment with an agency photographer when I get back, and I'll let you know when will be your photoshoot," I tell her.
She just smiles, shrugging her shoulders. I know she thinks I might just be fooling around, but hell no, I'll do everything to give her the opportunity she deserves.
I can see the star quality in her. I don't make rookie mistakes when looking at models, I know she's the one.
"I really have to go now," I kiss her passionately before leaving, and she kisses me in return. Our lips entangle in another passionate kiss.
"Can't you really stay for a while?" Jenna tightly grips on my arm. I'm happy that she feels the same way as I do. I don't know what I'll do if... she's not like this to me.
"I have to work, baby. Don't worry, we'll see each other soon," I kiss her forehead and breaks away. One more request for me to stay, and I'll grant her.
"Okay, have a safe ride then, and please keep your eyes on the road, okay?" Jenna whispers as she hugs me tight. God, I don't want to go, but I'm doing this for her too.
The reason I'm rushing there is to make sure that Jenna gets the opportunity that she deserves. I want to make it as perfect as I can.
"Sure," I smile at her as I get in my car and rush back to my company.
I go home directly to have a quick bath and change my clothes before going back to DKM. I don't want to waste time. I quickly drive to my office to tell my assistant the excellent news.
I call Maddie in through the intercom. She comes in, bringing me another set of files.
"Yes, sir?" Maddie stares at me curiously. She puts the files in front of me.
Damn, more work.
"Maddie, I found her!" I almost jump in excitement. I know that Jenna's perfect model for XYZ and many more brands. Now, it's all about diversity.
For me, it's not just who is skinny, or who is beautiful. In my eyes, a true model is the one who embodies the brand. And that's Jenna for you.
"Found who, sir?" her brows creases in confusion.
"The perfect plus-sized model, and I'm sure she will be the best asset in this company. She will help us get known and get more projects," I tell her.
Maddie looks amazed. I know that she also has headaches regarding this problem. It's hard to find the right model with an industry that's saturated with mannequin-like models.
"That's good news, sir. Tell me what to do, and I'll have it prepared for you," she says. Maddie, my hard-working assistant, is really reliable.
She's a blessing in disguise for my company. She has great talent and skills, and more; she's the most efficient worker in my company.
"Please, arrange a photo shoot and let me know when it's done. I want it as soon as possible," I tell Maddie.<
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"Noted, sir," Maddie response, attentively listening to me.
"Now go, start working on it," I order her. I get back to reading the files while Maddie rushes back to her working station to make some calls and notes for my requests.
I'm so excited, Jenna will surely be a hit.
Fourteen
Jenna
I don’t know if I’m dreaming, but if ever I am, I don’t ever want to wake up.
I must have done something good that I’m being rewarded handsomely. Good karma’s going my way, and I hope it continues.
I move away from my home and comfort zone in search of better opportunities. I left my family in the meantime so that I can search for greener pastures. But not only did I found greener grass, but I also found it teeming with lots of beautiful flowers.
I got the job that I wanted. I’m working as a merchandiser at one of the most famous retail stores, XYZ. Though I admit that there have been some misunderstandings and issues with my other co-workers, I didn’t hold it against them, nor let it bother me.
Then, unexpectedly, Devon comes into my life. Looking for a relationship is the last thing on my mind as I moved here to Philadelphia from Georgia. But that fateful day that I almost collided into him at the lobby couldn’t have been just a coincidence.
Devon’s as dreamy as models come, and I can’t believe that he’s interested in someone like me. Someone who’s got additional baggage and not fitting the definition of sexy popular opinion.
And then now, I’m going to be a model.
I thought Devon’s just pulling my leg when he told me that he’s interested in getting me as a model and that he wants to book a photo shoot to test it out. Then he calls me on my phone.
“Hi, Jenna,” he greets me. “I’ve arranged for your photoshoot, everything’s ready. Can you come to the office on Friday at 10 am?”
“Wait. You’re serious about the modeling thing?” I ask.
“Of course, I am! I know a model when I see one. Believe me, love, you’re made for this,” he convinces me.
I pause for a while, letting the compliment sink in.
“I’d love to, but I have work on Friday. I don’t think they’ll allow me to have paid-time-off yet,” I say.
“Just try and ask, okay?” Devon tells me. “I’ll also see what I can do.”
I send Kelly an email asking for her permission for me to not report to work on Friday morning. I promise her that I’ll work extra hours during the other days, and I’ll also work from home if needed so that I can catch up with my deliverables. Fortunately, she agrees.
The day of the shoot comes, and I have butterflies in my stomach. I’ve got no idea how these things go, and I’m not used to being in the spotlight.
The entire team that Devon created for this shoot is already at their office when I arrive. He immediately introduces them to me, and we talk for a while about the concept of what we’re doing.
I have my hair and make-up done, and the stylist chooses several outfits for me. They ask me to try on the first one then step in front of the camera to do some test shots.
Click. Click. Click.
The photographer starts his work while Devon and one of his creative directors are on the side, watching.
“Jenna, honey, you register beautifully on the camera. But your pictures are too uptight, it shows you’re uncomfortable. Relax, don’t overthink. Just go with the flow and follow the instructions that will be given to you,” Devon explains.
I take several deep breaths to re-center myself. I also shake out my hands and feet to get rid of whatever nervousness I’m feeling. We resume the shoot.
After the first two sets, we take a short break. I’m given a new look by the hair and make-up artists. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, and I almost can’t recognize myself. My features are subtly enhanced that I look like someone who got power and influence.
The last two sets are completed, and Devon calls for a wrap.
I change back into my regular clothes and gather my things. Devon invites me to join the team as they go out for a drink. I want to join them, but I have to decline. I still have some pending work waiting for me at home.
Devon calls a taxi for me. He kisses me goodbye, and then I’m off.
Word spread like wildfire.
Immediately after our shoot, Devon worked to have ads completed featuring some of my pictures. He wanted to show everyone that he wasn’t mistaken in getting me.
Over the weekend, several campaigns went live. My face is everywhere, it’s kind of overwhelming. There are new ads on the XYZ website. There’s also a small feature about me and XYZ’s rebranding in one of the local magazines.
Everyone’s intrigued by XYZ’s newest ambassador that they’re dying to get me for an interview. Thank goodness that Devon’s PR team knows how to handle these kinds of stuff, and I’m still able to commute going to work without being mobbed by paparazzi.
Monday morning, I arrive earlier than usual at our office so that I can do extra work. I don’t want Kelly or anyone else from our team to be disappointed about me not being able to deliver.
After working for several hours, I decide it’s time for a quick break. I stand up and go to the pantry to get some coffee. While putting in sugar and creamer into my coffee, Kendra, one of my teammates who doesn’t like me very much, passes by me.
“Did you know that sugar contains lots of calories? That’s why you’re fat. You’ll never be a model with how you look,” she snarls.
I let out a soft laugh, but I choose to ignore her. When she didn’t get anything from me, she immediately returns to her desk.
The day passes by quickly, and I’m quite happy with the work I’ve completed today. I’m about to call it a day when Kelly comes by and asks if she can have a word with me. I’m shocked, but I follow her to one of the meeting rooms.
“Jenna,” she starts. “I really don’t know how to say this to you. Please know that you’ve been doing a great job even though you’re new in our department.”
I can hear a “but” coming.
She continues, “But, higher management has decided to let you go. They agree that at this time, you’re better suited to be XYZ’s campaign model, and be employed by DKM instead of us. We’re just eliminating the possibility of having conflicts of interest.”
“I understand,” I say, trying to hold back my tears.
“Once you’re done with modeling, and you think you want to come back to us, just let me know. You’ll be welcome here,” Kelly adds.
She hugs me tight, and I tell her thanks for everything. I leave the office feeling confused.
What the hell did just happened? Am I really jobless?
Fifteen
Devon
“Wow, this is great!” I exclaim when I scroll on my emails. Jenna went to the powder room, so I take the chance to check for new emails. I’m sure that this email will make Jenna’s night happier.
We’re having dinner here in Medina’s, and, so far, we’re having a great time. She’s one amazing woman, and every moment spent with her is guaranteed to be a wonderful one.
“What made you smile so much? You’re grinning from ear to ear. You didn’t even notice me,” Jenna’s back from the powder room. I look up to her, and God, she’s gorgeous.
No wonder clients are lining up for her! More and more bookings keep coming.
“Sit down, darling, before I tell you the good news,” I say to her. I gesture for her to sit down, and she did. Jenna’s looking at me weirdly. My grin won’t disappear.
“You’re smiling so much, out with it!” Jenna says to me, smiling. “You’re infecting me with that silly smile. Why do you look so handsome even if you look silly?”
“Because it’s me, only I can pull it off,” I reply to her, grinning as I grab her hand on the table. I play with her fingers.
“Show-off!” Jenna slaps my hand playfully. “Anyway, tell me. You’re killing me with the suspense, darling.”
“Jenna… congratulations! You’re now a sought-after model! Everyone’s talking about you, darling. Clients are lining up, and your whole week is booked already with all your endorsements. You’re now a goldmine, darling.”
“Really? Are you sure?” Jenna asks me. She looks surprised and happy.
“Why would I lie to you, darling? Now…” I say in a husky voice. “Thank me for marketing you really well.”
I pout my lips, asking for a kiss. Jenna giggles and slaps my arm. I laugh. Damn, her laugh is like the tinkling of bells.
“Also, I just texted my assistant to book you to the salon and spa for three days to get everything done. You can also go shopping if you like.”
Jenna’s smile slowly disappears. Did I say something wrong?
“What’s wrong?” I ask her. I don’t want her to be angry at me.
“Why would you do this?” Jenna asks me, she sounds angry.
“What?” I ask in bewilderment. “What do you mean? Care to enlighten me?”
“Devon! You’re not supposed to do this for me! Are you paying me? The spa days and the shopping, what’s wrong with you? You know I hate it when I’m treated like this. It feels like you’re paying me.”
“I-” I can’t even get a word in.
“Just because we’re sleeping together doesn’t mean you can do this for me. Where’s my self-respect if I accept?” Jenna adds.
Jenna’s face is red, and she looks like she’s really hurt. I sigh, I didn’t know she’ll get offended like this.
“Jenna… will you listen to me now?” I ask her. The word sleeping together pokes my heart too. “First and foremost, this is the standard model “practice”; the company will invest in you. Second, I love you.”
“I love you just as you are. We’re not sleeping together, I’m in love with you!”
