Chapter Nine
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"I'm sorry for the way I came onto you the last time. I really didn't mean to do that"
Sayre blinked.
"I really hope that you forgive me"
She blinked again, maintaining eye contact.
"You could have just called"
She said trying to appear completely dismissive as she sat up in her chair slowly.
Today, she tried not to think outside the box and think of silly excuses or reasons to justify him. It almost seemed like she was starting to see that there was nothing to Beck anymore except that he was extremely immature, jealous and overachieving.
Maybe, just maybe him abandoning her that night was the best thing that ever happened to her.
"Sayre."
She lifted her brows in question
"I really loved the old us. I really want things to go back to as they were."
A lazy smile tugged it's way to Sayre's lips.
She pretended to think about it.
"I don't think I have time for extra friends in my life right now. I have work and you know that."
"I know. We both do. Don't you miss the old us?"
The same that one that threw her into a whole wave of depression?
"No, thank you. I feel like you should give me time.. I need to breathe without you all up in my buisness Beck, I need space"
She said gently, giving him a small smile.
She watched him open his mouth to say something but shut it.
That was her cue to leave.
"I have to go now"
She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"Miss Carter, you have to come in right now. The photographer is calling for you"
Maggie whispered, waving aggressively to motion for her to come out. It's been two hours since Sayre arrived to get ready for the Photoshoot but somehow she still wasn't ready. Her makeup artist was inside the studio, waiting behind for any touch-up that might be required during the shoot.
Sayre whipped around, turning to face Ophelia whom she'd convinced the night before to accompany her to the studio. Her palms were suddenly sweaty and she seemed suddenly hot in the perfectly ventilated room. Was Sayre Carter nervous?
"You're going to be fine-"
"I don't feel fine."
She replied, cutting her short.
"Serves you right. Because I don't know who the hell in their right mind would tell The Doukas kissing him was a mistake when their tongue was fifty centimeters deep in his throat and try to flirt after."
"I swear to God, I am going to headbutt you"
And she meant it.
Ophelia squinted her eyes dramatically, hoisting up her boobs to meet with Sayre's chin. Ophelia was always provocating, blunt and annoying while Sayre was violent- she liked to blame the cause of her actions on Ophelia.
"I dare you"
"f**k, I hate you"
Sayre muttered, turning away on her red heels to control her breathing. She and Luke were finally shooting for the SLOTHS campaign magazine and she was getting the jitters. Sayre always seemed to get nervous around him, especially when she replayed whatever conversation they'd had the last time they met.
It seemed normal at first but now it was getting out of hand. She'd felt this way for Beck but it was never this serious. She'd never had to constantly think over and over about something she'd said only to find it cringe and care about what the other person would think. Now she was sweating her ass out because of it.
"Yeah, I wonder how you'll act when he f***s you"
Sayre's breath hitched.
"What?"
She asked, surprised and trying to appear as disgusted as possible as if she hadn't been creating several scenarios in her head over the past few weeks or daydreaming during office hours.
"Ophelia, that is disgusting. He's like a brother to me."
"Yeah." Ophelia laughed. "whatever makes you sleep at night."
"I'm going in."
She muttered, reaching for her hair. Her was ginger again, long and wavy. She gently brushed it behind her shoulders, straightening her posture as she mentally prepared to ready herself.
"Oh Luke... Fuck.... Harder... Take me... I want your massive c**k in me"
Sayre reached for the landline hanging on the wall and tossed the receiver at Ophelia who saw it coming and dodged.
"You missed"
God, she wanted to strangle her.
She shut her eyes for a second, she could see it now.... a pleasant distant memory. When they were fourteen, a perfect shot of nineteen year old Luke's massive p***s floated around the whole school because he'd sent it to a girl who'd taken it upon her to share it to her friends who also shared it to their friends and on and on.
For a time, a little crush had developed for him because of the size of his d**k, but no one noticed because all of the school girls wanted a taste of him because of that picture.
A gentle knock on the door jolted her out of her thoughts. God, she was acting like a horny teenager all over again. She shook her head for a sense of reality, she needed to get this over with
She pulled open the door only to almost walk into Luke who stood by it.
"Are you okay?"
His thick voice laced with concern felt like a caress and his perfume smelt and felt like a hug, she suddenly felt at lost for words. Did he actually come in to check on her? A blush crept up her cheeks.
She'd seen him briefly when she'd arrived earlier but he looked hotter than before. There was just something about him... A lot that sent her on the edge.
She nodded quickly, smiling as she looked up at him. Was she ovulating?
"Hey Luke, how are you?"
Ophelia chimed in with a smile, coming behind Sayre, widening the door to see Luke too
"Hi, didn't see you come in. How are you?"
"I'm good. I'm just here to support my friend."
His gaze shifted back to Sayre who looked like she'd rather be anywhere else. He took her in just then, unable to control his eyes or his thoughts. She was dressed in a loose white shirt with a few buttons popped open and a short skirt. There was something about the way she looked- breathtaking and ravenous..... He stepped back to give her and himself space.
"I'll be in the studio"
He rasped, leaving almost immediately.
"God, did you see the way he looked at you just now?"
"Yeah" Sayre breathed. "Like he couldn't stand me."
"Girl, you are f*****g blind"
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