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I was trying to escape the crowds of paparazzi that were swarming me with questions, and shoving the flashes of their cameras in my face. I was being dragged from interviewer to interviewer by the publicist for the show, who was trying to get good publicity for the show, obviously using me to draw attention for the show, since I'm one of the most well known models. I tried telling her politely that I have other places to be but she didn't listen, so eventually I just tried to leave but she kept drawing the paparazzi's attention to me, telling them to take photos and telling me to pose. Ben was trying his hardest to get me out of this situation and even got Chanel's security involved but it was one of those nights where the paparazzi wouldn't budge. I called Bailey a few minutes ago hoping she could help but I have know idea how she's going to be able to help, she probably won't even be able to find me in the swarms of paparazzi.

Ben had one arm placed against my back and one arm placed in front of us to move all the people out of the way, the Chanel security were trying their best to hold back the paparazzi but they were all going crazy just to get the perfect shot of me. I was getting overwhelmed with the bright flashes being shoved into my face, the multiple voices yelling in my ears, being told to look one way then another other way and when I didn't listen, I could hear them calling me foul names, 2 faced bitches really expect me to listen to them.

I wish I could say the paparazzi are never like this but after any show this is what the paparazzi are always like, and I could have tons and tons of security but the paparazzi would still find a way to shove their cameras in my face. At this point it's gonna take 15 minutes to get the car, when it should only take 3. I sigh left my mouth before I put my head down and my hand over my face with the hope it would dull the flashes from my vision and continue walking at this exceptionally slow pace.

I remember when I first started to get noticed, I loved the paparazzi the feeling of the 2 cameras that followed me around during the day felt cool and if I got annoyed I would tell them to stop and they would go away, but now I have way more than 2 cameras following me and if ever told them to stop they would ignore me, pretend they didn't hear me, actually they probably didn't hear me over all their incessant yelling, or my favourite they would turn the footage they got of me telling them to stop, and turn it into some material for their company and the label of the article or video would be RIVA VALENTINO GONE PSYCHOTIC.

I got knocked out of my train of thought when someone grabbed my wrist, I knew it wasn't Ben so I was about to go off at whoever grabbed my wrist but when I lifted my head I saw it was Luke who had grabbed my wrist.

"You go ahead and clear the path" Luke yelled at Ben over the paparazzi.

But Ben didn't move, he didn't want to leave me alone, he had know idea who Luke was and if he could trust him, "I wasn't asking, hurry up and go clear the path" Ben looked at me making sure it was okay he left, I nodded and gave him a smile before he left.

Once he left, Luke came and wrapped his hand around my waist and started to charge through all the paparazzi and they all parted to make space for us to walk, why wouldn't they part for me but part for him, probably because they only want pictures of my pretty face, and not his very hot but ugly face, that why there parting for him because he's so ugly and they can't even look at him and they wouldn't part for me because I'm to pretty and they couldn't stop staring, sounds about right, 100% not because he looks extremely intimidating and is giving off a vibe if you looked at him wrong he would kill you.

But I don't think I've ever moved this fast in between crowds of paparazzi, if Luke is ever looking for a job as a personal bodyguard I would happily hire him, but with being a billionaire and running a business I don't think he is.

We were about to make it to the private car park where the paparazzi weren't allowed, and where Bailey, Zeke and Heath should be waiting. We were about to make it to the carpark but a photographer jumped right in front of us, he looked like he was about to shit his pants but he wanted the perfect shot, so if that meant jumping in front of Luke D'Angelo he was going to jump in front of Luke D'Angelo.

"Move." Luke said firmly but calmly at the same time.

But instead of moving the photographer shoved his camera right in my face, I think he was writing an article about my pores because that's how close his camera was to my face and the only photo he would get was of my pores. I put my hands up in the hopes it would block the bright flash from blinding my eyes but instead Luke stepped in front of me and the only thing I could see was his black dress shirt, his tattoos peeking through the top of his unbuttoned shirt and the flash of the camera reflecting off his back. He did the photographer a favour because his back is probably a better shot than my pores will ever be.

As soon as he heard the click of the camera he stepped back harshly bumping into the photographer, the photographer stumbled back and tripped, landing flat on his ass. Luke didn't stop to look if he was okay he just kept walking, "I could get you arrested for assault you know!' the photographer yelled while still lying on the floor exaggerating the pain he's in from being knocked down onto the ground, little bitch.

Luke just laughed under his breath and kept walking. We finally made it to the private car park and the loud yelling of paparazzi started to fade into the background, as we approached the car I realised my car wasn't there and Bailey, Zeke and Heath weren't there either. "Where is everyone?" I turned towards Luke waiting for him to answer, but instead he was too focused on the arm that was still wrapped around my waist to answer my question. "Um...Luke," I said while scratching the back of my neck, this whole staring at his arm around my waist contemplating if he should move it or not was getting awkward, finally he dropped his arm and answered my question, "Um when you called Bailey to come help you, Heath forced me to go get you instead, so he could spend some alone time with Bailey and what can I say I'm a really good friend," after he quickly spit out that mouthful, he walked over to the other side of the car and hopped into the drivers side, and I quickly hopped into the passengers side.

Once I put my seatbelt on I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see Bailey had sent me a message.

Wife 💍: How long till you get to Luke's house?

"How long does it take to get to your house?" I asked,
"30 minutes if the traffics good, which it probably won't be,"
"Okay thanks."

Riva: Just leaving now so should be there in 30 minutes if traffic is good, but it probably won't be.

I did not wanna be stuck in the same car as Luke for 30 minutes, so I was really hoping the traffic wouldn't be that bad.

As Luke put his hand on the back of my head rest and looked back so he could see where he was reversing, I looked down and the first thing that caught my eyes was the pack of Marlboro Reds that were sitting in his cup holder.

I really needed a smoke right now, I always needed a cigarette after having to deal with the paparazzi.

Smoking, drinking, vaping and doing drugs are the only things that ever seem to help calm my nerves, I've tried all the different kinds of medication with the hopes it would help with my severe anxiety but none of the medication has worked ever worked, the only medicine that has ever helped me is the one that destroys my body inside out but will bring me my 10 minutes of relief.

10 minutes of relief, to live in my lifetime of pain.

Luke must have seen me staring at the pack of cigarettes.

"Do you want one?" I was hesitant to say yes but just when I was about to answer his question he interrupted and said "light me one as well," I grabbed the pack of cigarettes and flipped open the top, and pulled 2 cigarettes out, Luke looked shocked to see I actually grabbed 2. I raised my eyebrows at him as a non verbal way of asking 'what?' he just shrugged his shoulders and looked back towards the road.

I put the pack of cigarettes back in the cup holder and grabbed his matte black lighter. I placed one of the cigarettes in between my lips and held it there while I lit the other cigarette I was holding in between my fingers. Once I had lit the cigarette I held it out for him to grab while also lighting the cigarette that was in between my lips. He still hasn't grabbed the cigarette from my hand but when I angled my body around so I could put the lighter back in the cup holder, he grabbed the one from in between my lips and placed it in between his.

Maybe he didn't realise the cigarette in between my fingers that I was offering to him was lit, so he grabbed the one from my lips.

I'll just keep telling myself that.

I leant back in my seat and rolled down the window, so the car wouldn't fill with smoke and inhaled the bitter smoke. At first I cringed. I hadn't smoked a Marlboro Red in awhile. I preferred the golds and I had forgotten how strong the reds were. "First time smoking?" Luke asked and I just laughed under my breath "definitely not my first time, I just forgot how strong the reds were,"

"what do you normally smoke?" Were me and Luke finally having a civil conversation. "Gold" He nodded his and mumbled a mhmm, " I've never tried them, and I thought models weren't supposed to smoke?" I was about to answer his question but got distracted when he decided to turn the steering wheel with the palm of his hand and with only one hand. I have never found someone driving attractive till now and with his other arm hanging out his window while holding the cigarette, it was to die for.

But I quickly clicked back into reality and answered his question, "I'm not supposed to smoke but I do it anyway and I don't hide doing it either, so if people wanna stop hiring me or supporting me they can, but they don't so I guess they don't really care."

"I think it would be fucking stupid if anyone stop hiring or caring for someone beautiful as you," instead of responding to his flirtatious remark, I just shook my head and let out a small laugh under breath while turning to look outside the window.

I'm not stupid I know he's only being nice in the hopes he'll get in my pants and I'm not against the idea.

I'm insanely attracted to his looks but definitely not his personality and I'm also a person who likes a one night stand with no feelings involved, but he's just so arrogant and rude.

And I know he'll treat me like a person who's never had a one night stand and he'll explain a thousand times how its only a one time thing and how there's no feelings involved and then he'll treat me like absolute shit if he ever see's me again after we fuck, which we probably will since Bailey and Heath are getting closer and I just can't be bothered to handle that, he's gonna make something that isn't suppose to be complicated, complicated.

We'd been driving for 10 minutes when we suddenly stopped. I looked forward to see we were stuck in a long line of traffic. I wasn't shocked to see there was traffic in New York on a Saturday night. I just wished I didn't have to be stuck in the same car as Luke.

"I don't think we'll be making it to dinner on time." No shit Luke, no shit.

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