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"So the basis of the arrangement is I will pay for your last three years of medical school, pay you a generous monthly stipend and help you get into UW's internal residency program in exchange for-"
"-Sex" I cut him off frankly.
"Sex?" H...
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
Lennox POV
"How does my booty look?" I questioned readjusting my pose, flicking my hair over my shoulder as Brandt took pictures of me on the beach.
"Your tits look amazing! Umm, you could like poke your butt out a little more though. What does Tyra call it? Tooch!" Brandt respond in his usual animated manner now crouching down in the sand to get better shots from different angles.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
"I'm sorry... What is happening here?" Miles walked up holding his youngest daughter in his arms an extremely confused expression plastered on his face. "Why is Knox alone in the sand?!"
"If by alone in the sand, you mean in the covered stroller next to Brandt..." I rolled my eyes pointing to the sun shade over Knox's stroller. "Then yes he's alone. Totally unsupervised, running amuck."
"Lennox is upset that Beckham forfeited the vacation to go on a business trip. So she's in a pissy mood, and now she's taking thirst traps to post on the gram." Brandt explained.
"Aht aht. Don't talk to him, he's not contributing anything pertinent to the situation at hand." I interrupted, now turning my attention to Brandt. "You keep taking photos." I turned back towards Miles, "And you just be somewhere else. I'll find all of you once I'm finished."
"So you think posting these photos is the best way to get Beckham's attention rather than just like talking to him and telling him how you feel?" Miles questioned completely ignoring my request to vacate the premises.
That's cute... He thinks I'm posting the pictures to get Beckham's attention. For someone who thinks they know so much, he truly knows so little.
I raised an eyebrow, exchanging a knowing look with Brandt before erupting into a fit of laughter. "Trust these are not the photos I would be taking if my goal was to get Beckham's attention." I winked at Miles.
"So the pictures are for?"
"Oh my god! You ask so many questions—"
"—Lennox got sent a bunch of shit from designers for her to wear on this trip. Which is why we're taking pictures. It's like part of her contract."
