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LA Models.

Ring. Ring.

"Hello?" I quickly grab my phone, who the fuck calls this early.

"Hello, is this Kaylee Vega?" The woman asks, and I look over to see if Klay is still in bed. He isn't.

"Yes, this is she." I reply, sitting up, which makes me want to lay back down.

"This is Ashley Morgan from L.A. models. I was wondering if you'd be interested in working for us. I heard about what happened at Vogue and how you actually quit." Holy crap. It's too early in the morning for this.

"Are we talking full or part time?" I ask, moving around so I can lean against the headboard.

"Whatever you want to do. If you come down to my office in LA we can start discussing details." What should I do?

"That would be good. When should we set up a meeting?" I ask, watching Klay as he steps out of the bathroom in a towel.

"How about tomorrow at two, would that work for you?" Ashley asks, as Klay tries to ask who I'm on the phone with.

"I'll see you then." I hang up the phone. "You have to promise not to be mad." He crosses his arms. "L.A. models just called asking me if I want a job. I set up a meeting with them tomorrow." He quickly rolls his eyes.

"Kaylee, I thought we've talking about this. You know you don't need a job. Is this still about you thinking that something will happen between us?" Klay asks, saying the things that I knew he'd say.

"Babe, this isn't about our relationship. I don't always want to be here doing nothing. I have the need to do something. I know its weird but I like modeling." I come back with, making him come sit on the bed in front of me. For him it wasn't a good idea because he smells good and he's been working out. Hot damn.

"You can plan our wedding during the time you feel bored." He suggests, and it feels like he wants me to be a stay at home wife.

"Klay, I need you to understand I do not want to be a stay at home wife. I want to do something." I declare, and he shakes his head. I could tell he's trying to choose his words wisely. I didn't want this to turn into a heated arguement.

"Kaylee, if you really want to do this you can." I give him a weak smile and lean in to kiss him. My hand finds his cheek as I try to deepen the kiss. Klay's hands push slightly on my shoulders. "This isn't how you handle a situation, Kaylee." I roll my eyes.

"It's working though, the towel doesn't help you out." I quickly maneuver myself so I'm on his lap. I bring my lips to his once more, bringing one hand to the back of his neck. I begin moving my hips, creating friction. I know I can't do what I want because of my fucking period. I quickly climb off his lap and onto my knees on the floor. I remove the towel to allow his arousal to be free. My hand begins to pump as my mouth kitten licks the tip.

"We will talk about this later. Fuck." Klay moans, making me take him into my mouth. I bob my head up and down, taking him in more and more. Apparently I'm going to slow for him as his hand tangles into my already messy bun, pushing my head farther down. I moan and he bucks his hips up. Soon enough I swallow and stand up.

"I think we've talking this through enough." I declare, walking away and into our closet. I grab a swimsuit so I could tan today and sleep in the sun. I change in the closet and walk out with Klay nowhere to be seen. I grab my phone to see its actually pretty hot outside today. Today is going to be good. I walk downstairs and go straight outside. I let Rocco out as well so he can run around.

"It sucks your on your period." Klay declares, making me turn around. I was setting up my speaker so I could listen to music. I nod my head in agreement. He has no idea.

"Yes, it does indeed." I reply, lying down on one of the pool chairs. I don't hear Klay but I do hear something hit the ground. I look over to see Klay playing fetch with Rocco. Now that's cute. Klay took his shirt off and is just in basketball shorts.

"What do you want for lunch?" I ask, realizing we've spent three hours out here. It's been so nice. Klay shrugs his shoulders.

"I'm sorry for overreacting." Klay says, and I sit up to look at him.

"I should've talked to you about it before I made an appointment, and I'm sorry for that." I apologize, trying to show I'm at fault too.

"Y'know LA would be a longer drive." Klay mentions, sitting up and facing me as well.

"That's what cars are for." I pat his shoulder. I stand up and make my way inside. I hope this modeling gig will be good for me. I don't want to become to clingy to Klay. A little to late for that...