Sometimes the best thing a flower can do for you is die. I strut out of the Tellsman tower in a rush to get to my car before.... "Addison...over here please,"....paparazzi finds me but too late. They tell you that it's all for the glory. That you have to bask in it, its power. Then they will repeatedly dab powder on your face, put you in six inch heels, lacy thongs and all sorts of sexy contraptions and then...well then you're now a model.
For the past six years I have woken up every day, posed for magazines, walked on every prestigious runway you could ever imagine, bent into maybe most if not all positions in the Kama sutra and yet, its not enough. And before you go ahead and judge me or think that I'm an ungrateful bitch, just think about it. I have a PhD in finance and marketing. I can code in six different languages and yet still, that was not enough. Not when you're 'that sexy' apparently. Once they took off my glasses and did my hair and put me in a bikini that was it.
I was no longer the bright girl with a promising future in a male dominated field. I became the girl with perfect boobs, banging body, long legs and well even though one could say that worked out well for me too. I yearn for more. I want to just have one, at least one conversation with anyone that in the least is intellectually stimulating. I might actually have an orgasm from that. But the chances of that happening are the same with this paparazzi guys leaving me alone. I exhale as I collapse into the car seat. Finally. Some fucking peace and quiet.
"Where to Ms. Layman?" My driver asks. I forgot that he existed honestly. "Home sweet home DeVante." I say with a sigh and start taking off my earrings.
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It feels like an eternity as I take the elevator to my apartment. Kicking off my shoes as I get in, I head straight for the home bar not bothering to care about my two bodyguards who eye me as I strip off my clothes leaving me nearly naked. I'm left in my black bikini and thong as I pick out a bottle off violet fog, a glass and head for the rooftop. "Umm...Ms. Layman, for your privacy, would you mind a robe?" Dave asks me as he run walks trying to keep up while equally keeping his distance. I halt in my steps. "For mine or yours?" I turn to face him and take off my glasses. We are in the open rooftop at night. Not to mention my penthouse is very private and I'm the only one who can access the rooftop. "Sorry?"
"You heard me." I take a step toward him then take a shot out of my glass. "It's not that you care, though I certainly pay you enough to." Another shot. "You know what's funny? I bet you're a smart ass right?"
"Sorry Ms. Layman?"
"What did you take in college?"
"Doesn't matter." Does he think I'm stupid. That maybe he took this prestigious course and I won't be able to get it. I pour myself another shot and down it quickly. This is gonna hit faster than i thought. But suddenly what hurts more is that my own bodyguard might think I'm dumb. Like I'm just something to look at and be satisfied. My vision blurs for a second as I smile and face him. Shit, i shouldn't have taken those drinks that quickly.
"Addison?" he asks his voice sounding concerned. "You don't care, so just stay away." I manage to say. "You know what's funny?" I say stumbling a bit as I head towards the edge of the roof. "You're standing before me, a world class model, and you probably think I'm a bimbo. And maybe I can't blame you. I can't blame anyone..."
"Addison you need to step away from the edge." his voice sounds stern. it's cute. All dominating and shit. You know, I've never really thought about him but he looks so...good, muscular and tall and amazing hair with a neatly shaved beard. I lean over and look out at the city. I can hear his footsteps as he slowly nears where I am. But I don't care, the same way I know he doesn't The view is so....spectacular and breathtaking,. Just like me, the way I see these buildings is the way people see me, no one takes time to think about how smart the architects who designed it, the engineers. it's all about the aesthetic bit of it afterwards. No one takes time to think about me.... I giggle and crouch down and a wave of dizziness hits me instantly and the next thing I know, I'm falling.