[ CeCe ]
"Lean over, babe." I muttered as soft clicks echoed in the background.
"Lift your hips a little..yeeah.." a flash of light surrounds the room like a whiplash.
"Daaammn.." A little creak echoed from the bed as I moved. Little light from the outside illuminates her face as small droplets of sweat coats her flushed skin.
"Hold it.." I mumbled and slightly pushed her thigh that was in my way and said "I wanna see you face down." I wiped the sweat forming in my forehead.
She turned to her front lying down on her stomach and looked at me with hooded eyes and asked shyly as she never did this before. "Like this?" She said.
"Oh, yes, Baby. Just like that. Just. Like. That." another flicker of light brightened up the room.
"...aaaand... That's a wrap!"
What?
Aaaaaahh...
You dirty minded snitchel.. just kidding!
That's just me, doing my job.
Not that job you're thinking. What are you thinking anyway?
Oh, never mind.
I'm Cecilia Cerossa, 27 years old, and I'm a photographer and Proud Owner of Cerossa Photography at day and a Proud Momma of a 7 year old Caucasian Shepherd Dog named Chewie.
Cerossa Photography is known from our Edgy Fashion Ad to our Events, Baby and Family shoots, Modeling Preferences and our specialty, Boudoirs Photography.
Cerossa Photography was once consist of only 3 employees, Me, the Boss/Photographer, Aria Lane, Assistant Photographer/Secretary , and Sawyer Ellis, my only Cousin, Camera crew/The Hand and Driver. Now, we are already up to 6, in addition of Kelly Brooke our On-Call Make-up Artist, Sebastian McCaulkin our Hair Stylist and the newest member of the gang, Steve Kiln, our probationary Camera crew.
..and right now I'm doing a Boudoir Shoots for an innocent looking Young Wife, Mary Kate for her gift to her Husband on their first anniversary.
Sneaky little Wife.
"That's a wrap, Mary Kate.. You can check the photos with Aria, and if you have some suggestion or questions you can just ask her.." I winked at the 25 year old girl, as she blush at our little secret.
Her Husband, Hank, is one of the former model of mine and a close friend too. He knew Mary Kate as an innocent, pure and very sweet girl, not the sex kitten/hot daring babe that I shoot earlier. I knew that this gift will truly blow his mind and among other things. *wink*
I let her change back to her clothes, when my phone rung. I look at the time. Only one person will call me in this hour. I withdrew to my office for some privacy.
"Hello, Who's this ?" I bit a smile .
[ 'It's Cashy!' ] a deep voice echoed then He giggled like a child, then I heard him mumbled 'Silly Cilly' and giggle some more .
I chuckled. "And what do I owe, to be blessed with this superb call from a superhero?"
He giggled the whispered. [ ' Youwa gunna be hewa tomowoow, wight? ' ] he asked. [' .. wight Cilly?'] Fear envelopes his Baritone voice. ['..it's wednesday.. Tomowoow's Wednesday, Cilly.. ']
I sighed. [' Of course, you know I'll be there Cashy.. '] I said.
[' Of course, Cash know it.. of course.. '] he giggled again. [' Silly, Cashy..Silly, Silly Cashy. '] his giggles turns into a belly laugh.
Cashy talked about his week and the new activities that they had, the new telescope that Brad, our GodFather bought him.
He's so happy, like any other day.
However, sadness still lingers in his voice.
I knew that it's hard for him to be on his own at the Home.
I knew that he's miserable and terrified everytime they locked the door and leaving him behind. Concealing him from the cruel world outside.
I loathed it. I hate that he's stuck in that room all by himself. I hate that I can't be there for him every single day. I hate that I'm here and he's there. I hate that I miss all of the accomplishments that he just had.
I hate myself. I hate that I can't do anything to get him out. I hate that I'm this powerless when it comes to him. I hated it.
But I know that this is for his own good, I know that. And for a guy like him, he also knows that.
Gosh, I'm sounding like my mother. I chucked tmy thought.
Then I heard the door opened and he stops talking.
A silent moment fills, just a small mumbling from the other line, and I knew he's listening to whoever entered his room, then the door shuts, and I knew it's bye-bye time now.
[' Cilly, it's bye-bye time, now. '] he sighed. I can hear the deflated tone from his voice. ['I don wanna...
Cilly.. Cashy don wanna.. '] he whispered. ['Cashy don wanna bye-bye, Cilly. Cashy don wanna bye... '] I heard his voice broke in a sob, my heart clenched. He hates Bye-bye time. He loathed it. Same for me.
I swallowed a sob and took a breath.
"Don't worry, Cashy.. Cilly will be there tomorrow, remember? "
['Cashy wemembah.. Owways. M-W-F, then Sunday Dinnah, wight? '] he said.
"Right. Then I'll bring our favorite, then well chill by the lake. You like that right." I said trying to cheer him up as a knock from the other line echoed again then a door opens.
['Cashel?'] a soft voiced said. ['It's bye-bye time now. Say goodbye to Cilly, just for now.'] and I knew that voice came from his nurse, Kora.
['..just fowanaw?..'] He asked.
['Just for now..'] she assured.
[' Cilly, it's bye-bye time just fowa naw. Kowa sed just fowa naw, Cilly. ']
" .. Yeah.. just for now. Call me alright. "
[' Yes, I'll cawal ya, luv ya Cilly.. ']
"Love ya too, big bro.. take care.."
Seconds after I heard the click of the phone, I released a huge breath.
As much as I love to hear his voice every single day, every phone call from my brother scrambles all of the emotions and sucks all of the energy in my body. I do love hearing from him, but whenever he calls, I can't help to be all gloomy and useless.
A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts and Aria popped her head in the room.
"CeCe, Tj.Co on the other line one, they said confidential, just for you ." said Aria looking at me skeptically then handed me the telephone. "Is it not the good time?" She asked when she saw my face.
"Its fine. Thanks, Aria." I pressed the button and turn on my business mode to greet the Client. "Cecilia Cerossa of Cerossa Photography, how can I help you?"
['CeCe!! I have a job for you!! Great, great job..'] Tiffany gushes.
Tiffany Johnson, the 45 yr old. Italian, Owner of the Tj.co. apparel. Our very loyal costumer. We did almost all of their ad and magazine shoots. I also modeled for their plus size lingerie, one time.
" Tiff, What do I owe for your pleasant call?" I teased.
['I have a job for you..'] she repeated, I can Imagine her shaking with excitement from her news.
"Alright, shoot.."
[' Our Men's underwear line is out!! you know what that means? ']
" A Photoshoot."
['..A Photoshoot!!'] she shriked so loud I needed to remove the receiver from my ear.
Damn this girl and her excitement. She should be thankful I like working with her.
"So, tell me the details, Tiff."
[Xerxes]
' Tell me all that you've thrown away..Find out games you don't wanna play..
You are the only one that needs to know I'll keep you my dirty little secret..
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret.. My dirty little secret..
Who has to know... '
What the hell was that?
I groaned as I felt the massive headache.
What happened last night?
Then, a movement caught my eye as I saw a very girl beside me then it all came back to me.
The celebration for my acceptance in the modelling business. I groaned as I grabbed my phone.
Damn.. where am I?
'I'll keep you my dirty little secret.. Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret.. My dirty little secret.. Who has to kno-... '
" 'lo.?" I whispered as I answered my phone, and grabbed my pants on the way.
[' Where in the fucking world are you!!!? "] It's Max, my Agent. I'm screwed.
"I'm on my way..." I said.
['... and where exactly are you going?' ] Damn.. where am I going again!?
"..uhhhh.."
[' Exactly!! ']
" Damn man.. don't shout.. " I grumbled.
['...am not!! ']
"Jesus.." I ran my hand through my messy curls. I think I need a haircut. Naaaahh..
I heard Max sigh. [' Just go to the studio, I'll meet you there...']
Damn, he's really nice, I give him that.
"Thanks man.. 'preciate it.."
[' Whatever.. '] Then he hung up.
I sighed, and continue looming for my clothes.
Looking back at the girl.
Nice face. Nice bossom. nice Modelesque body..
Just Nice.. She lacks of curves.
Womanly curves..
I think she's also a talent from Max's agency, I totally dunno.. I didn't even remember the sex we had.
Weird.
I shrug off the feeling, and continue to get dressed. I slip off the door and drove to the Yves Modelling Agency.
Max's already in his office when I came.
Max Johnson, is one of the best modelling agent here in town. He's forty-ish years old, but still fit like a bull. You'll gonna thought he's only in his model thirty.
I think it's in their genes.
"Kid." Max greeted as I entered his Office.
"Max." I replied.
"You got the job.." he said, leaving me confused "..at Tj.co " He added.
And with that my eyes widened.