Avon's POV
The shoot ended at nine pm and the moment I stepped out from the building of the modeling agency where I worked I saw Jeremiah leaning on his car with his arm folded around his chest while looking at the entrance impatiently. His eyebrows were furrowed but when he saw me he fixed his posture.
I heard murmurs on my side bravely showing their admiration for Jeremiah's physical features.
"Is he a model?" Alexa, my co-model asked.
"I'll ask him," Brittany volunteered but before she could even reach Jeremiah I spoke.
"He's not a model," I uttered so she wouldn't waste her time asking Jeremiah.
Brittany turned around and then looked at me with a creased forehead.
"You know him?" she asked doubting me.
I nod my head but she looked at me in disbelief and lets out an insulting la
