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Brian:

I bit my lip and nodded. I took her out of the room and headed back to my place. I looked at her nervously.

"Is this okay?" I asked worridly, holding her hand tighter.

(Chelsea Luna)

I nodded he held me against him the whole time.

"Wait what time is it?" I asked.

"Ah it ah, 10:30 AM." He said.

"C'mon we have to go to work." I groaned, his grip on my waist tightend.

Brian:

I dragged her to work. the boss looked at her longingly and I growled. If he even thought about touching her, I'd kill him. He got the worst camera person available to shoot the scene. I groaned. I did not want her to go through this. "What are we shooting today?"

"Ad for essence. New perfume. Has to be sentual and sexy. Understand?"

"yeah, got it." I was handed jeans and cowboy boots. Chels was handed a short skirt and a shirt with a plunging back. I looked at her as I pulled us to the dressing rooms. "Are you going to be okay doing this?"

(Chelsea Luna)

"Yeah, yeah I'll be fine. And if not they can put me in an abulance and I'll probably remember it this time." I joked.

"That's not funny." He growled.

"Calm down. I'll be fine." I smiled and touch him light on the cheek with my small pale hand.

"PLACES! PLACES! This has to be perfect." The camera man yelled. "Yes, Luna I heard you hit your head last night... To much to drink? We can't have models like that it's going to be all over the news!"

"But I wasn't-" He cut me off.

"I don't care what happened, it just better not happen again Luna or we might have to fire your bikini hot ass." He said smiling.

I glared I could hear Brian clench his fists at his sides...

Brian:

"Too bad it's not a bikini shoot." I said glaring. I changed and came out without a shirt on. I waited for Chels. I sighed.

She came out. she looked beautiful, as always. I smiled and pulled her towards the stage. I stepped up onto the camera spot. I smiled as she followed and glared at the camera man as he shot the backside of her. "Can I kill him?" I whispered as I posed, pulling her face dangerously close to mine, trying to be sensual.

(Chelsea Luna)

"Be my guest." I said smiling. "I thought we were selling perfume." I said not seeing any perfume in sight.

"Yes well, we have to take test photos first." The photographer said.

I looked at Brian, "I don't like this guy. He's pissing me off and he's a perv." I said.

"If you hold him down I'll slit his throat." Brian joked.

"I'm not asking you two to glare at the camera I'm asking you to sell some damn perfume." The photogrpagher spat.

"You're getting damn pushy for a photographer." I said. "I just got out of the hospital, I'm still recovering. My head still hurts." I said between clenched teeth.

"What did you hit it on? The stripper pole?" The photographer said.

Fire was blazzing in my eyes.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" Brian asked clearly as shocked as I was.

Brian:

I was so mad! This guy was a complete jerk!

"Brian, touch some skin." He smiled and looked at her butt.

I growled. "Okay. That's it." I grabbed Chel's hand and dragged her to our boss' office. "I'm not going to take photos with that man! We are some of your best models."

The boss looked at Chels. "No can do. In fact, he's going to be shooting the swimsuit catalog." He grinned at Chels.

I growled and pulled her out. I ran a hand through my hair. "Look, I need this job. I ..I can't quit. But...I really don't want you involved in this. Please. if you can get a different job, go find it."

(Chelsea Luna)

"No, I'm not leaving you." I said. "I can deal with this guy." I said.

"I just-I don't." He kept trying to talk but his teeth were clenched together so tightly.

"It's ok." I said.

"No! It's not ok. This guy is eye-balling you and it's pissing me off." He rubbed my shoulders.

"PLACES!" The photographer yelled again.

"We're gonna have to deal with this." I said. "C'mon I can't do this without you."

Brian:

I sighed and walked behind her.

"Things have changed." He smiled at Chels. "Here's your new costume." He grinned. "I can't wait to see it on you."

I growled low. "Oh, here's yours Brian."

I went and changed and waited. Chels came out and I frowned. "Can there be any less material on that bathing suit?"

"PLACES!"

(Chelsea Luna)

"Is there another baiting suit I can try on?" I asked.

"Uh, no. That's the only one we have in your size, you're too skinny. You need to gain at least eight more pounds." He smiled evilly.

I glared at him. "That's the first time anyone has ever said anything about my weight I'm fine." I said.

"Sorry doll, that's the way it has to be." He acted as if he were sorry, right.

He then looked at Brian, "What are you looking at? I said PLACES!" The photographer yelled.

"Stop talking to him like that!" I yelled.

"He's a model you're a model, I'm the boss, you do what I say. Period."

Brian:

I growled and sighed. there was nothing I can do. I took her hand and led her to the photography area. I clenched my teeth as I looked at her. "Sorry." I whispered as I kissed her passionately, running my hand up and down her back.

I pulled away and smiled. "How was that pose?"

(Chelsea Luna)

"That's was great coming from you." I smiled.

"I'm not feeling that. I'm sorry. If I wanted a picture of two people kissing I would bring Britney Spears and Madonna here. I want something hot... something new." the photographer said.

"Well what do you from us?" Brian growled.

"Look if you two can't do anything or use your imgination I'll have to fire both of you." He smirked.

Brian:

I growled. I didn't want to do anything bad to her. I look at her despairingly. This was not good. I closed my eyes for a minute. I was dead. there was no way I could get another job. I needed the money. I didn't want to beg my sis. I sighed and opened my eyes, not quite sure what I should do.

Tristan

I opened the door to my apartment, letting Azure in.

She looked amazing.

So sexy.

I cleared my head quickly, trying not to be too guy-ish. I didn't know her well enough to screw things up by getting too guy-ish right then.

"Hey babe," I said, grinning. I took her hand and kissed it lightly. She blushed.

(Chelsea Luna)

I was so angry-at myself more than the photographer I did something I should have done a long time ago. I walked up to him, throwing his camera on the floor and then punched him, he fell off of his chair, blood squirting out of his nose.

"Ow!" He yelled.

"Oh, I'm sorry was that you're face?" I smirked.

"You bitch!" He yelled holding his nose as blood began to seep through his fingers.

"oh Really? Now how come I'm a bitch everytime I draw blood?" I said smiling.

"You're!-" he started.

"I quit." I said. "Put that in your magazine." I said pulling on my jean and a orange tank top over my head.

"You owe me $150 for that bikini." He yelled.

"Send me a bill." I glared, I walked up to Brian and kissed him. "Gotta go, sweetie. Call me when you get off." I said putting my bag over my shoulder.