When Love & Hate Collide [Completed]

Chapter 7 - Life as his Model

It had been two weeks since I started nude modelling for Noberto Fritz. It was not easy but I had been managing somehow. Every morning was still a torture when I had to step out of my clothes. I was struggle and take deep breaths to tell myself it was work and that I need to do this for my father and me.

The money was good. It would be transferred to my account end of every month. It helped in getting life back on track. There were things I could get for our home that I had been wanting to get but had no means to manage since a long time like food in the kitchen, an untorn mattress and bed sheets and most importantly, medicines my father needed. I even took him to the doctor one day when Noberto said he had a meeting to attend with some media people. I think it was for some interview with an elite class magazine that his manager had organized for him. Noberto had told me that I need not come the next day and I took the opportunity to get a doctor's appointment for my father.

It was difficult to get him to agree to come but I didn't want to lose the chance. This had been pending since a long time and the doctor wasn't very happy. He said my father's state had further deteriorated but if my father took his medicines we might be able to hold it there. I was too depressed to hear doctor say those words. My father was the only one I had. I couldn't bear to lose him too.

That day I spent with my father. He was surprised I didn't have to go to work, even complained at times but I couldn't leave him. Making sure he was taken care of was my number one priority. But in order to ensure that I had to go out and work. That meant my father was all lone whole day. But that's how it was. So I made sure I made the best of my unexpected leave and did nothing but be with him. I made promise that he would take his medicines on time. Finally, he promised, probably to get rid of my nagging but I was still happy.

So you see, this job was hell lot of difficult for me but I had to keep up with it. When my father asked what work I do, I keep giving him vague answers hoping he would see through them. I don't think I could express to him or to anyone that I did nude modelling for a painter but I knew this is what I needed.

I stripped but I did it not for any wrong reasons. I didn't have to stoop so low to give myself away as was expected from me in Barbara's husband bedroom or at Jimmy's midnight café. I don't know why but I felt... safe. Safe with Noberto. Though how it was possible, I don't know. I had to spend my day naked in front of a man, a very handsome and good looking man but still I felt safe.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't like stripping. Like I said, it was still a struggle every morning but something was happening to me that I was myself not fully aware about. It would take me considerably very long time to get out of my clothes behind that partition. And I would still be very slow to get it right in terms of my pose but I was making progress.

At least I kept telling myself. My muscles would start hurting within minutes of still in one pose but now I could hold it much longer. The hurt was also reducing every day. Yes, my body ached and craved for a massage to relax tighten muscles. Our geyser had broken down long back and I really longed for a hot water bath to soothe my body. But since that was not possible, I would rub myself to sleep every night. My threshold was improving.

Not that Noberto ever commented on my progress. He would never appreciate me nor would he acknowledge my hard work. In fact sometime he would get extremely upset for seemingly insignificant things like he would scream that the light was not good enough and throw his paints away. One day he even said my hairs were too long and then walked out of the room. I didn't know what to make out of it. Did he want me to cut my hairs? But he never said anything clearly. Then while I was losing my peace what to do, he suddenly came back and started painting as if nothing had happened.