The Model And The Don

Chapter 5

I freeze, looking at him with my mouth open. Be with me? Did he hit his head on the plane doorway?

"What?" I ask, slowly.

"You'll still be able to travel and do what you need to do but I'll be with you, making sure you're safe." He says, getting extra serious.

"You have a job! No, you have a mafia." I say, widening my eyes.

"I have people that will help me out. Plus, you're in New York 4 out of 7 days in a week, so it's not like you never return. We'll just need to stay at my place." He says, shrugging.

I have to stop myself from laughing in his face. He wants to follow me around like a lost puppy because of his enemies? This has to be a joke.

"Are you listening to yourself right now?" I ask, narrowing my eyes as I raise my eyebrows.

"I know what I'm saying, Karlie." He deadpans.

"Just making sure." I mumble as his eyes narrow. "You're being serious?" I ask.

"Yes."

I blow air out of my mouth.

"Why?" I ask before continuing my walk to the car.

"I should've known better than talking with you in a public place." He says, shrugging.

"So, that's it? I don't get a say in it?" I stop at the car, facing him with my arms crossed.

He stops in front of me, sighing while taking off his sunglasses. "I'm just trying to keep you safe, Karlie."

"I'll hire security. You have a job, a very scary job that you probably shouldn't leave unattended for so long." I say, raising my eyebrows.

"I didn't know you cared about me so much." He says, tilting his head.

This bitch.

"Fine, I'm always on the move so you better keep up." I say, shrugging my shoulders before opening the car door.
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"Alright, Karlie! Lift your hips for me!"

I raise my hips while leaning my shoulders back. I can't help but glance at Jaxon as he stares at me, leaned forward with a hand covering his mouth. He's been like this since I've told him to sit down.

This whole thing is fucking weird. I won't lie and say that I didn't feel a little bit of excitement when he said he would stay with me. I mean, who wouldn't? I'm having this Greek god follow me around. Any women's dream.

But, now that I am basically nude in front of him and not even the good kind, it's a little uncomfortable.

I'm in a small, laced, sheer, black G-string with a matching bra and a small vest on top with a tie hanging on my chest.

I stand when the makeup artist comes rushing towards me with some powder and lipstick, the photographer follows slowly behind her.

"I want it all, Karlie." He says, nodding slowly.

I guess, I have this signature pose for photo shoots. It's a funny story actually, about four years back, I had this mental breakdown on set and I screamed, the photographer took the photo at the right moment.

My mouth was open, there were tears in my eyes but I guess, it was photogenic. People loved it for some reason. A mental breakdown and people love it. Isn't that strange?

I nod, slightly.

I hate that photo. I try to keep my personal life, personal. I work too hard for all of my secrets to fly out of my reach. That vulnerability, that weakness was something that was never to be seen but it was and I lost it.

The makeup artist and the photographer go back to their spots as I figure some way to build that much rage again.

I scream.
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"I haven't seen you eat all day." Jaxon states.

That's because I don't eat.

"Weird. So after today, do you still want to follow me around?" I say, changing the subject.

"You are safe when I'm around." He says, clearing his throat.

"I think, you have a little crush on me." I say with a smile as I raise my eyebrow.

"A crush? Aren't we a little too old for crushes, Karlie?"

"You're never too old to have a crush, Jaxon. But besides, how old are you?" I ask, turning my head to look out of the window.

"36."

My eyes nearly pop out of my head. 36? I mean, I knew he looked older but I didn't think it was that much.

I slowly turn my head back to him, giving him a show of looking at him as he watches with an eyebrow perched.

"Hm." I hum.

"We have a big day tomorrow, Karlie." He says, lowly as he pulls out his phone.