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“It’s true but describe your bodyguard boyfriend.”

“The typical tall, chestnut brown skin, chiseled cheekbones, straight white teeth, full lips perfect for pussy eating, with a five o’clock shadow, low-cut fade and about six-one or two in height, large calloused hands, but soft at the same time and a big, athletic build broad shoulders. Nothing to write home about.”

“Wow! What about his hands?” Novah queried, fanning herself.

“I didn’t really get a good look, but they looked big.”

“You know they say a guy with big hands and clean nails is a keeper,” Novah said, picking up her glass of orange juice.

“You’re being overdramatic, Novah, and he looks like any normal guy we come across.”

“I doubt that, and even with you not liking him, you sure as hell described him to a tee.”

I rolled my eyes at her comment.

“I’m good at noticing people’s looks. What can I say? It’s a gift and a curse. But that man is the last thing on my mind.”

“Sure, Lauren. What else is happening for you?”

“I have a photoshoot today at the beach for Raven Cosmetics, and they’re letting me hold a giveaway to allow a few winners to come to the launch party.”

“That’s great. What time do you have to be at the beach?” Novah asked, checking the time on the stove.

“Around eleven, are you coming?” I asked, switching from Instagram to Snapchat.

“I can come for moral support. I don’t start working for another week,” Novah responded, standing up, grabbing our plates to clean the dishes.

“Perfect! Like old times, wear something sexy!” I yelled over my shoulder, running to my bedroom to grab things.

Opening my closet, I grabbed my sandals and t-shirt to cover up my bathing suit. I had it personally made from another social media designer; we’ve worked together in the past, and I had her add Raven Cosmetics across the top. It perfectly matched the details of the photoshoot I have to attend. Picking up my iPad, I noticed I had a few concepts that Danielle sent over along with the photographer. Checking my phone one last time, I saw another message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Excited for your shoot.

Me: Who is this?

Unknown: Your number one fan.

Thinking about it, I figured it could be an ex-boyfriend I dumped and blocked a few months back who was trying to get back together.

Me: Whatever, Raymond. Leave me alone.

I replied back and blocked them from my phone. Walking into the living room, Novah was standing at the door.

“What are you looking at?” I questioned.

“I was thinking this place is huge for the amount of money we pay compared to New York apartments.”

I agreed and followed her out, shutting and locking the door. Heading out toward my car, I passed her the keys so I could stay on top of responding to my fans that commented on my photos.

“Type in the address of the location,” Novah asked.

“Ohh, I almost forgot. Have you heard from Raymond? I think he’s playing on my phone.”

“No, what do you mean playing on your phone?”

“This is the second time I received a text message from an unknown number saying they’re my biggest fan and congratulating me on winning the Raven deal.”

“That is strange. Probably a good thing your sexy bodyguard can help you out.”

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