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After the model in front of me made a few more poses, we wrapped up. Being a photographer is not an easy job especially when you're working for a big magazine firm, but I love my job as I've always wanted to become a photographer, and I can say that I'm pretty good at it. I take my job seriously and do it properly. It has its perks too. Sometimes, you get to fuck hot male models, but I don't make it a habit of course. It's just that, it's nice to fuck a well-built, handsome guy when you get the opportunity.
I was finally back to my apartment, and the first thing I did was to order take-out. I'm just too lazy to cook tonight. After ordering Chinese take-out, I went to take a warm bath. Just when I got out of shower, my phone rang.
"Hey, babe. What's up?" I asked my best friend, Jane.
"Phoenix proposed!" She literally yelled over the phone.
"Oh my God! Really?"
"Ahhh! I'm so happy for you!" I almost screamed while jumping. I'm so happy for her.
"Okay, listen. Phoenix and I are keeping a small party at our place tomorrow evening, and we are inviting few of our close friends and families, so you must be there, okay?"
"Of course! I'll see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow, babe. Bye."
Finally Phoenix proposed. Those two have been together for almost 5 years, and were madly in love with each other. It was high time he proposed. I'm just so happy for my best friend. How I wish I had a man too. It's not that I'm not happy with my life, I am, but it's just that sometimes I feel that it's better to be with one person who loves you rather than just fucking random guys who means nothing to you. Never mind. I'll get someone when the time's right. Not in a fucking hurry to get married anyway.
The next day, after work, I went home and got dressed in a black strapless dress which hugged my body perfectly. The dress looked short on me, hell most dresses look short on me mainly because I'm tall, about 5'8. After dressing up, I brushed my already curled, rose red ombre short hair, applied my make-up, not forgetting my eyeliner as it accentuates my green eyes, spurted some perfume, and now I'm good to go.
As I entered Phoenix's house, I was greeted by a euphoric Phoenix.
"Clove!" He hugged me.
"Nix! You finally proposed, I heard."
"Yes. Yes, I finally did it." We laughed.
"There you are. I was waiting for you." Said Jane as she walked towards us.
"Yeah, you have a lot to tell me." I said.
"I do." She giggled.
"I'll leave you girls alone. Gotta check on the food." He said, and kissed Jane's forehead before leaving us alone.
"Okay lady I want the fucking details. When and how he proposed? Please tell me he went on a knee." I told Jane.
"He did." She said and began telling me every single thing about the proposal, happily.
After about 20 minutes of non-stop chattering, Phoenix called us downstairs as we were talking in the room upstairs.
Phoenix had a beautiful house. It was big and beautiful. After all, he is a wealthy guy. A well to-do chef. Jane is so lucky. She got a man who can cook. What else do you need in life?
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A Wicked AffairRomance
Clover Johansen, a bold and beautiful photographer. She's sexy, witty, and wild. John Smith, a handsome, successful automotive engineer. He's kind, smart and controlling. Can a wild woman stand a controlling man? And, can a controlling man handle a...