After being in therapy most of my life, I have a great understanding of my own mind and my problems. Mommy issues to the max, some light daddy issues, antisocial personality disorder, borderline personality disorder and obsessive personality traits. Basically, I'm an obsessive sociopath who can't control his emotions or compulsions that much... although, I've been getting better with age. But because of my antisocial personality diagnosis (people like me are often called either sociopaths or psychopaths), I'm obligated by the fucking state to continue a consistent schedule in therapy. Forever. Even if my diagnosis is a secret between me, my shrink, my father and the state. I've had the same shrink for thirteen years now and at this point he's my best friend. I mean, he knows everything about me so I might as well keep him a millionaire who likes me. Anyway, I've told him all about Lily. Zion says I need to stay away from her because she would never understand me, let alone sur
We all fall silent. I don’t even know what she means by that. "I mean… It sounds fun,” she shrugs, “I want to see you model, Dean. I didn't know you did that." "Yes! That'll be so fun," Dean squeals in front of us, now even more excited, "I only had one campaign before, I'll show you some pics later." She smiles and I can’t stop looking at her. I can’t stop the need to get under her skin and fucking stay there like a flesh-eating parasite that consumes her bit by bit until there’s nothing left of her because I ate it all. "Hey, Lily… you could model too, if you want. Now that I'm the boss, I can make some exceptions for my little sis," I say, looking directly at her light blue eyes now that she’s forced to look at me. I touch her leg again while holding her eyes, "I don't care if you're awkward or not pretty enough." "Don't, Damon," my dad warns from across the table, but Lily is still holding my gaze and, surprisingly, she's not scared. She looks pissed now. "I mi
The Tundra Models building had a whole makeover while I was away and now it's even bigger and fancier. And I guess I understand, since the brand has only grown with the years, along with every other company my mom and Harry build afterwards. But this right here is now Damon's reign. I can't believe I'm willingly coming here, but I really want to see some of girls, maybe talk to one of the affected ones and uncover more shit. But as soon as I walk inside, I see Aiden sitting on a couch and my brain short-circuits, making me forget everything except for him. He stands up with his eyes firmly on me, I guess he was waiting here for me. He’s not wearing a suit today, which is kind of weird since that’s his daily attire now. He’s in a basic white t-shirt and jeans, looking relaxed and younger, like the version of him that managed to make me fall in love with him, even when he was a walking red flag. But, fuck, he looks so good, it makes me stop dead in my tracks. I was not expect
"This is Alejo," Damon says and points at man holding the camera and the men shake hands with him, "Alejo, this is Sean Wallace and Valerio Rizzo." They start to talk about 'the vision' for the shoot while Dean gets taken to the hair and make-up station, then me and Aiden get escorted to the other end of the studio next to a table of catering where we can sit down. Being here is reminding me of the one time I tried to model and they told me no. That wasn't great for my self-esteem, but I'm now I'm glad. "Are you okay?" Aiden asks me when we're both sitting side to side, arm to arm, because the fucking chairs are stuck like this. I force a smile and nod, trying not to show how being next to him makes me feel. I have a raw attraction to Aiden that has always been there. It's not even the fact that he's handsome... it's just that he's a MAN. A real man. For me, that's kind of the hottest thing ever. I don't even know how to explain it, but even as a teenager, I would see a real m
"Everyone else out," Damon orders and the other workers walk away, including the photographer. When we're really all alone, I swallow in nerves. Thank god Dean is here, "You don't say the word 'free' in business, ever, especially when someone is willing to throw money at you to get something they want. You're the dumbest bitch I've ever met." "Now I want to work for free even harder," I say, shrugging. Damon takes a deep breath to keep insulting me, I think. "Damon, stop now," Aiden says, but then he looks at me, "Modeling nude is not just another Wednesday, Lily. There's going to be photos of you all over the internet and in big billboards around the country, if not the world. Also, yeah, you can't just do that for free. Dean got offered one million dollars." "Annoying Damon is worth way more than that," I say and shrug again. "Come on, don't be dumb. You can get a million too and then we can buy ourselves some big dumb shit," Dean says, as if we couldn't do that right now.
"Gentlemen!" Sean Wallace yells at us. I look at him immediately, "Everything is set, the jewels are here." "I'm going first, right?" Dean asks, walking to the white backdrop, still naked. His hair looks fucking insane and the Valerio dude keeps looking down at his dick, so I forget about Damon and Lily and I walk to them, "Don't look at me like that, they did my hair this way." "We have a theme. Blown-away," Sean explains, "Everything will make sense at the end, trust me. Now, Dean, come here." I look back for a second. Damon is still in the same spot, trying to calm himself. I've never seen him like this before, ever. And everything he says keeps rolling around in my head. I look at the other side of the room. Lily is wearing a white robe and getting her make up done. I don't know how I feel about her showing her body for the camera. Of course, I don't fucking love it. I don't want other men to see her like that, naked and sexy and think it's for them. It's not. But her
"Lily, what the fuck are you doing?" Aiden growls, turns out he was the person approaching us, "Cover yourself now.” "This is a nude photoshoot, I have to be nude. Since when are you two such prudes, huh?" I ask and the attention whore side of me is loving having their eyes on me. At the same time. Once upon a time, Virgin Lily dreamt about this situation... but those dreams ended a lot more dirty than anyone could imagine, "They said I'm so perfect, I don't even need much make up." "They want your chapped lips in all their glory," Damon throws at me, trying and failing not to look at my body, "And your boney body. By the way, your tits are all fucked. You're a fucking dry skeleton." "Isn’t that what you like? I look like all those girls in your company, Damon, the girls you pay to model. The girls you most likely have fucked already. So, please don't insult your own taste," I say, proud of myself for that one. Damon looks genuinely surprised by my words, "Aiden, take him away b
Just like Harry said, I keep my bottom half covered with the nude panties they gave me. My breasts are out but I don't feel uncomfortable about them anymore. Since I started losing weight they stopped being huge. Now I have normal sized breasts and they're quite perky and cute, so I know Damon is just being an asshole about them. They're not fucked up, they're better now. As soon as I get myself in the 'x' with about one hundred pounds of jewelry on me, the photographer starts shooting and telling me what to do. I immediately feel myself clam up and get all awkward about the whole damn thing... but for some reason Valerio seems to love that. "Here! Look right here with that same expression!" he orders and dangles a necklace at me like I'm a dog. I do turn my dead eyes that way, "Yes, just like that. Don't smile." "You look like a dead fucking doll," Damon murmurs because of course he's right here, bullying me from right behind Alejo. "We like that, darling, don't worry. Y