Diamond of diamonds? Me? He wanted me to model for him? How? Why? Why me?
“Mack? I’m not a model, you know that, right?” I asked as I stared at him, unable to understand whether he was joking or not.
“You’re whatever I want you to be, you know that, right?” He shot back, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms over his chest.
“Still, I’m not a model. You work with professionals and I’m not. The cameras hates me,” I added for good measure.
He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mirth. “I find it hard to believe that anyone or anything can hate you.”
“Well the camera does. And Vivette and all your super models hate me,” I told him.
“No. No and no,” he responded. “And I’m going to prove it to you.”
Before I could respond, he got up and strode over to the room next to the one
