Not Yet Edited
I knew there would be a down side to being in every magazine, to being the most talked about model not only in France but everywhere else, to being in the front of the media. It is that my parents would eventually find out and say such things like: "what the hell is wrong with you!"
Because they didn't know that was my ever my plan and frankly neither did I.
So now I can't stop getting phone calls from them.
My dad called me this morning while Adams and I were between a very intimate moment. I was very frustrated that they keep meddling in everything thing I do.
"Okay, yep, yeah, yeah, dad. Yep. Okay bye dad. bye, yeah." I hung up, exasperated.
"Ugh!" I groaned in frustration.
"Was that your father again?" Adams asked, smiling at my irritation. He said he finds it adorable when I get mad.
"Yep. He's so...they're so..." I put the phone down and wrapped myself back in between Adams' arms.
"You are adorable." He kissed my forehead.
"I'm sure my family would disagree with you right now, because they are not happy with me at all." I rested my head on his chest.
"What did he want?" He asked, sliding his palm on my hair.
"I don't know, I hung up on him as soon as I heard the 'you have to come home speech' was starting."
"I want to meet your family. Do you think they'd like me?"
"Nope." I honestly answered.
Adams chuckles at my abrupt reply. "Wait, you don't know that. Maybe not, I'm not that bad, am I?"
"Oh, trust me. I do know that. They won't even bother to get to know you."
"Oh come on. Why!"
"Um..because they've officially made it a thing to hate all men I'm ever involved with since I was a sixteen years old." I explained, adding an eye roll.
"What happened? Oh, let me guess, were you like one of these rebellious girls who only wanted to date the type of boys that her parents forbid?"
"Was it because of a...bad boy you brought home once or something?" He guessed.
"Yeah, you could say that." I replied, vaguely.
He put himself on top of me again. "I wish I knew you before you met that 'bad boy' and brought him home, maybe your parents would be more welcoming to the men you bring home if they knew me first." He started kissing my neck.
I moaned softly. "Mm..maybe?" I giggled at the tickling sensation
"I'm sure they'll like me, at least more than that bad boy....I mean, you do right?"
"Mm...." We kissed again and again.
I'm doing some web interview right now and this woman is dragging everything, even the time.
I did not only have wait for almost thirty minutes before the cameras finally started rolling but the actual interview is also taking forever to end.
At the pace she is asking me these fan questions, you would think she has the power to actually stop time. And I cannot afford that right now, I'm a very busy woman.
Not long after this, I have a meeting with Adams, Mike and Cara in an hour and this woman do not seem to be ready to let me go. She's taking eternity to just choose the questions in that Ipad she is holding and taking forever to talk the questions out loud to me. I wonder if she's doing this on purpose.
"Okay, sorry for the rest of you that sent your questions to us for Ms. Mariah but we only have time for two more questions." She smiles at the camera.
"Okay, next question. @iheartLabelle25 wants to know, as a young model herself trying to make it in this harsh industry, what advice do you maybe have for her?" She reads, ...I think in slow motion. Seriously!
I think for a second. I should tell them that I really haven't struggled in the industry because this was just handed to me so I might not be the right person to be asked this question. But I don't think saying all that will work on anyone's favor.
She wants advice? I'll give her one. Especially if that means I get closer to getting off this uncomfortable chair.