The Unexpected

Chapter 37

Scarlett's POV:

Two months it had been since the meeting myself and Antonio had with Traffic Models, two months I have now been working with a much higher modelling agency than the one before with Antonio as my agent. And what a two months it has been, perfect in fact, never as of in until now I have felt so good about myself. Traffic Models really have pushed me to all of my full potential in the past month, my first month there was just a trial run I think, barely much of a photo shoot, only here and there. But now things are all completely different. Instead of my one photo shoot a week back at Global Models, I am receiving double that. One of every Tuesday and Wednesday, and let me tell you now, they are much more intense than before.

Antonio even mentioned once for me to have an underwear shoot instead of my usual from being fully clothes, and honestly, I do not know how to react to it. Of course it will be a push in the right direction to expand myself, but I just do not know. Never, have I ever thought of myself as an underwear model, it is something which has never come to mind before. But if I want to become more well known in the world then I need to be become more fertile as in of all I do, meaning that perhaps, maybe taking a chance in being in just my underwear may be a push in the right direction for me. But unless Antonio brings it up to me again, then all I can say is maybe to it, only when I am put in that position will I know how I will react to this.

Anyway, being led in bed and fast asleep, was the one place I wanted to stay all day long as in now. Being buried deep underneath the covers to mine and Mesut’s bed, was perfect to say the least, the feel of the feathery duvet covering my body was amazing, leading me to all of a sudden become all that much more tired as time passed me by. My eyes closed by with my body awake, not wanting to face the facts of reality and all that was around me. I was to just want to stay in bed and have a lazy day for once in my life as of recent, if it is not work, I have meeting beyond meeting with all different organisations in the modelling world. To do projects between all the different modelling agencies out there, boring if you ask me with it.

“Scarlett, babe, it’s time to get up.” The distinct sound of Mesut’s voice let out into the vast room around us, the sound of the bedroom door shutting and footsteps across the floor in a moment were to follow. But all I could manage to do was groan in response, refusing to get out of bed right not. And despite the fact of knowing I had work today, I really was not now to be feeling one hundred percent. To be honest with you I felt ill, sick in fact with such of a large sense of tiredness. Now if that is not enough for you to take a day off work, then to be all that honest with you, I do not know what will. “For god sake Scarlett not this again, if you don’t get out of bed then I’ll drag you out. I’m not having this, again like we have all month.”

In a way I knew where Mesut is coming from, this lazy side of me has come out far too much this past month, not to forget the sickness side of it also. But it is all the truth, I would not in the slightest way even think to fake being ill. Maybe I did once or twice when I was at school but that is completely different, back then I was attending school which I hated with such of an intense passion, but now I am doing something for a living that I love – Modelling. So why would I not want to go in? Oh yeah, because I am actually ill. So as a result of that I just wish I could be left as be, left alone and to stay in bed all day. That is all I am asking for as of now.

But evidently from the way I did not answer him, Mesut only then proceeded to bounce the bed in hope of it waking me up and getting me out of bed. If anything it only send me into a severe case of annoyance, moaning and groaning in frustration with Mesut as I kept both of my eyes firmly shut in the process. “Mesut stop it, I feel sick.” Groaning louder than ever as I felt him continue to bounce on the mattress I covered my face with the covers, trying just as hard as I could to push him away and give in. But as per usual for this last month, Mesut was not giving in easily. “Oh for fuck sake Mesut! I don’t feel well and I’m staying at home so just leave me alone, I’ll call in sick later on!” Groaning in such annoyance as I spoke to him then.