Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (ebook reader below 3000 .txt) 📖

Rowan 

"Rowan, I think if you tilt your head just a wee bit...." Hansen said.

I relaxed on the leather couch and gave a slight tilt of my head. "Like this?"

"Fantastic." Hansen captured a few shots with his Canon DSLR, zooming in and out, he then proceeded to inspect his shots and muttered a few more praises. "You were born to become a model. I just knew it. You gonna make me rich, Rowie, my boy."

I laughed, and Hansen took another shot of me laughing. At this point, Hansen's obsession with fashion photography had sky-rocketed. He wanted to make me a super model. He had been pestering me since the past year in the rehab how serious he was about helping me become a model and as soon as I was out six months ago, Hansen took a break from his therapy at the rehab and got around to introducing me to one of the best modeling agencies and even convinced me to sign with them.

I was a bit reluctant at first, having absolutely no experience in modeling before, but I'd worked out at the rehab gym each day, downing bottles of protein shakes and toned my body. Also, the pay was really good and it was worth a shot. I recalled the time when the staff and the female students of Carmel university told me on more than one occasion that with my height and body, I was more suited to become a fashion model, rather than a teacher. And since my parents had gifted me with such a handsome face, why not make use of it.

I know, I'm getting cocky right there.

An assistant came forward and dabbed some bronzer over my face and neck. Hansen adjusted the lights as a female model with minimum clothing walked into the room.

Hansen had a wide grin on his face as a model tall as a stick walked strolled into the room wearing a thin robe and killer high heels. She came forward and wrapped Hansen in a hug and kissed both his cheeks in greeting.

Hansen turned his grin towards me and said, "Rowan, this is Viktoria Antonova, and Viktoria meet Rowan Masters. She will be collaborating with us for this shoot." Hansen gave us the quick introductions.

I knew Viktoria was a well-established Bulgarian model, and I'd seen her pose with some of the top-notches, on magazines and walked as a showstopper for some well-known brands, but for her to agree to pose with a newbie model like myself only meant that Hansen had put in a good word for me.

The thing I really hated about the fashion industry was how I had to be overly friendly with everyone and keep a fake smile permanently plastered over my face. I pulled myself up from the couch and Viktoria who was wearing a satin thin fabric, passed me her familiar smile and leaned forward, low enough for me to get a view of her assets and pecked my cheeks in greeting. "We finally meet. You are far more handsome than the pictures could tell. Heard a lot of things about you from Hansen."

"Thanks, and I hope those were good things you heard about me." I said.

She giggled, almost forcefully, "Of course."

"Now, now, darlings, if you guys could spare some time out of the flirting for work, it would make me a happy man." Hansen remarked sarcastically.

Viktoria slipped out of the thin robe like a pro, leaving only the lingerie on. She then slid over my lap and circled an arm around my shoulders. The thick scent of an expensive perfume entered my nostrils. To be honest, her closeness was making me uncomfortable. It was the couple shoots that I hated so much, and more so since being a new model meant I had to do shoots that consisted minimum clothing.

"Row, unbutton that jeans and get rid of that shirt." Hansen suggested.

I groaned, getting rid of my shirt. Viktoria took it upon herself to give me a hand as she reached for my denim zipper, but I brushed her fingers off politely and unzipped it myself.

"Now, Rowie, I need to see emotions on your face. Look at Vik like she is your world."

I relaxed back into the couch and placed my hands on either side of the couch, while Viktoria inched closer which was completely unnecessary and placed her palm on my abs. We stared into each other's eyes, Hansen's camera clicking away in the background. Then we changed some poses, Viktoria was a pro at posing and I was learning from her.

There were a few intimate poses, but didn't include me grabbing her assets and that made it better, not that Viktoria would mind, although if Alana was here she would have loved to rip her to shreds.

It took an hour to wrap up the shoot. I was in my dressing room looking through all those amazing shots when I heard a soft tapping sound and the door opened slightly, Viktoria peeped into the room. "Hey, what's going on?"

She walked into the room, wearing a crop top over skinny denims and holding two large cups of Starbucks takeout. "Thought you would like some coffee, I didn't know which flavor you prefer. Hope you like pumpkin spice latté."

"Sure. Thank you."

I liked black coffee, but she didn't need to know that.

I accepted the cup from her. Vik's finger's slightly brushed mine, and I had a slight idea that maybe it was on purpose. I let it slid.

"Karl knows what he is doing, doesn't he?" She came up behind me and leaned in from behind.

"He sure does." I agreed. "You were great, by the way."

"Aw, thank you, Rowan." She said in her overly sugary voice like she hadn't even heard those same lines from every fucking possible model she had worked with.

There was an awkward silence in the air, the kind where two people run out of topics for conversation and one of them tries very hard to come up with something intelligent to say. She sat on the armrest while I scanned all the pictures. I'd always struck as anti-social to everybody, and Hansen had warned me to cut it. In this particular scenario, I was hoping Viktoria would take a hint and leave me the fuck alone.