Aleysa's pov
It's been a week since hiring Jason and it's been annoying. He always has an attitude when it comes to being bossed around. However he's has made an impact on everyone here. Everybody loves him and he's definitely has gotten a shit load of attention.
"Aleysa we need you in the studio asap," Marcus says through the speaker. I sprint to the studio busting the door wide open.
"W-wh"
Is all I managed to say as I gasp scanning his entire beautifully sculpted muscular masterpiece body ahead of me. Every tattoo of his complimented his every muscle on his body making him look like a Greek god.
"Earth to Aleysa," Marcus snaps causing me to break out of my state averting away from Jason.
"The model that was scheduled to join McCann never showed up," Marcus grumbles.
"Are you serious?," I sigh from frustration.
"I'm dead serious," he responds.
"Ruth, is there any available model to shoot right now?," I speak through my walkie talkie.
"Give me 2 seconds," she hastily responds.
"Alessandra is the only one available," Ruth says through my ear piece.
Seriously? Out of all fucking people... her!
Just as I was about to protest. They both barge in into the studio. My eyes lock with Ruth then Alessandra.
"I'm available," Alessandra smirks as she looks at Jason checking him out. I don't know why, but this made me feel all sorts of ways.
"Put this one on hurry," Marcus demands.
"Sorry boss," Ruth whispers nervously as she squirms her way out of the door.
"Thanks for saving the day Aleysa," Jason utters. I give him a stern glare forcing a half smile. Jason suddenly winks at me causing me to blush.
"Ready," Alessandra says walking through the door heading towards Jason.
"Get into position," Marcus instructs getting his camera ready. Alessandra moves close to Jason touching his shoulders with her hands.
"Give me poses."
Jason and Alessandra start posing from all sorts of positions. My blood boils from how close these two are towards each other touching. Alessandra is all flirtatious really enjoying this moment with him. There was even a moment that she almost placed her lips on his. Not being able to take anymore of this, I exit the room without saying a word. I don't even know why that bothered me so much the way it did. It's not like Jason and I have been getting along this week, so why do I even care?
You just hate Alessandra
That's what I tell myself I mean it has to be right?
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"We made a few changes to your Paris trip," father says as he gathers paperwork into a folder on his desk.
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Fanfiction"Jason didn't murder Alessandra!", I hiss. "The neighbors saw a him running out of the house when a scream was heard," my dad roars his veins popping out from his neck from how angry he is. "Don't yell at her," Jason snaps losing his patience. "I ca...
