I hear him chuckle. “Marissa, I love how passionate you are. My wife and I have a lot of events booked in, with more requests to fit us in. On top of that, we have also had a lot of requests for boudoir shoots. While this is something that we would love to offer people we just don’t have the ability to fit it in right now. We’ve had a lot of applicants, but your work stood out to us from the moment we saw it. It is clear from your portfolio that you have a natural ability. It’s because of this that we would love to offer you the permanent position at the studio.”
I jump up from my chair, it takes everything in me not to squeal with excitement. “Wow, really? Without an interview, test shoot or trial period?”
“Marissa, you come highly recommended, and your work speaks for itself, we know you’re the right fit.”
“Mr Walters, that would be amazing, thank you so much. My answer is yes.”
“Excellent. Now I understand from your application that your current role would require you to serve a month’s notice. So, we’d love it if you could start in six weeks' time. My wife will email you with further details. It’s good to have you on board. And please do call me Eric, and my wife Mary.”
“Absolutely, thank you,” I say my goodbyes and hang up.
Excitement bubbles away inside of me and I can’t contain it any longer. I squeal and dance about my bedroom.
This is what I’ve been dreaming of. I finally get to take the pictures I want, the pictures that I'm good at. And starting at this studio gives me the opportunity I need to eventually one day venture out on my own.
I throw myself onto my bed and grab my notebook and pen, I need to make a list of everything I need to do, I’m finally doing what I always wanted.
This move is going to be huge. Moving to London was something I dreamed of back in college, I can’t believe I finally get to make it and I get to do what I love while I'm there.
Chapter
Eleven
The bag swings back toward me and I throw out my left fist sending it in the opposite direction. After I had my dick in the whore’s mouth a couple of nights ago, I’ve made sure to stay away from them. Sure, I came down the bitch’s throat, but the only reason I managed it was because I imagined it was Marissa on her knees in front of me.
So, instead of getting shit-faced and partying, I come into the gym and pound onto the bag or lift weights.
“Brother. I wondered where the fuck you kept disappearing too.” Nitro strolls toward me. He stops where I’ve left my water and phone, placing his bottle next to mine then throws his hoody on the floor next to it. I turn away from him and continue my assault on the bag.
“Not in the mood to party and I need to expel some energy,” I bite out at him. I can’t be arsed with his shit; I just want to tire myself out and then crash.
“You know Juggler has a wide variety of women at our disposal who can help with expelling energy,” he tells me as he grabs the bag anchoring it in place making it easier for me to get some decent hits in.
“Not in the mood to get my dick wet.”
He doesn’t move as I slam my fist into the bag with force. He raises an eyebrow at me then laughs.
“This wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain blonde now, would it?”
“Fuck you.” I storm away from the bag to go grab my water. He waits patiently for me to take a drink. I down the entire bottle and then pick up my phone and walk over to the cooler to refill it.
I turn to see him watching me as he grabs his stuff and then makes his way over to the weights, stopping briefly as he passes.
“I get it brother, ain’t nothing wrong with wanting someone.” He pats me on my shoulder then drops his shit on the floor.
“I just need to fuck her out of my system. One fuck and I can forget about her.”
“You think it’ll be that easy?” he asks, not looking at me as he loads up the weights on the chest press.
“It needs to be that easy. I won’t let another bitch get close to me. Not again. I should have listened to you. I should have stayed away and just fucked the club whores.”
He stops and looks up at me. “Brother, I hate that I was right about her. But don’t let that bitch stop you from pursuing something with someone else. If you like this chick, then fucking go for it. It doesn’t have to be a one-time thing.”
“Nah, brother. Bitches are good for getting your dick wet and feeding you. None of them are worth any more than that.” I step over to the head of the bench ready to spot him.
He lies down, positioning his hands on the bar. His fingers curl around it, but just as he’s about to lift his eyes shift to my face. “Some are worth more than that. Don’t close yourself off completely brother.”
My eyebrows raise as he shifts and starts his set. I feel like that sentence was more for him than it was for me.
