Taraji POV
My Taraji Penda Henson i'm 32. And I'm A model I've always wanted to be one ever since I a little kid. My dad always to me to follow my dreams so here I am. I am currently single I've been for like 3 years I'm still looking for the right one you could say. I don't have any kids though I want some but I seem to not be able to have any. I mean the doctors told me that i'm very fertile. With that being said I am now doing a photo shoot for Essence.
''Yess! Taraji!! the camera loves you girl!!" Jason my stylist said snapping I chucked I've known him for years were like family and I love him to pieces. After I finished my photo shoot I went into my dress room with my makeup artist Ashunta Sheriff I've known her since college at Howard University and we Immediately hit it off. ''Ashunta you know can't work with nobody else right?'' I said to her laughing she nodded laughing ''I know TJ.'' She said sitting on the couch in my dressing room. We talked and laughed for a few minutes until it was time to go I hugged Jason and Ashunta and the rest of my team and headed out the door. Once I finally made it to my penthouse I took a shower and put on something causal it was a white short sleeve half shirt with light blue ripped jeans and some white heels.
''Damn man I'm hungry.'' I said out loud to myself I grabbed my keys and walked out my house door locking it of course and hopped in my red charger.
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I guess you could say i'm car head but hey I love fast cars especially chargers. I pulled up to Walmart since I wanted to cook for dinner tonight. Once I made it inside some people asked me for my autograph and a picture so I did because I love my fans. After taking pictures with fans I started looking around for what I wanted to eat.
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FanfictionTaraji P. Henson Is a Model. And has been looking for love in all the wrong places. But what happens when she runs into a man named Terrence Howard who is the CEO of his on company. Terrence is married to his wife Mira and is NOT happy. What happens...