It has been about two months since Jordan and I moved into our house together. The lawsuit is still ongoing, and it is taking up a lot of Jordan's time and headspace, but I want to be there for him, so every evening when he comes back stressed from one thing or another, I make him a cup of tea, we sit down and cuddle by the fire, and he lets it all out.

Recently the tabloids have completely flipped their story, because of course it got out into the press, and are completely hating on Cleo, as well as Anne and Colin. I'm not surprised, but I do feel bad in a way. Desperate people do desperate things, and it's sad really.

I am now loved in the press too, and I have to have bodyguards wherever I go because I'm constantly swarmed by paparazzi. Unfortunately, it has meant I lost my job, which Jordan thinks is completely appalling from them, and is on the verge of starting a lawsuit against them too. I just went with it, and now I am searching elsewhere for another job, as I didn't fancy just sitting at home in this large house all day.

Cleo had her baby the other day I think, it was on the front page of some magazine I saw when I was doing my shopping for the week. It was a baby boy, and it looked cute, absolutely nothing like Jordan though, so her plan probably wouldn't have worked long term anyway, but still.

Tabs is now seven months pregnant, happily moved in with Oli. Her pregnancy hormones are getting the best of her recently, and she has been fighting with Oli a bit, not actual fights, more like he would accidently insinuate how big she's got (completely innocently on his side), and she would cry and shout at him, and then come round to my house. She'd eat ice cream from my freezer, which I had bought tubs and tubs of especially for her, and then sleep in my guest room. A little while after, Oli would turn up, asking to see her, and then he would sleep next to her in the spare room, because they would make up, but she would be too tired to move. Then they would leave the next morning.

"Avery, honey I'm home," I heard Dahlia announce, as she walked through the front door. I turned to look at her, and saw she was carrying two big bottles of champagne. Dahlia was now some kind of fashion icon, she had always been a low-key model, but dating Dylan had put her on the radar of a lot of big-time agents, who had signed her on. Now she had a huge following, and wherever she went, she looked gorgeous, her outfits and style was immaculate, and for that I was jealous of, although she often re-vamped my wardrobe, and chose outfits for me. Noah had also gone down a similar path, but in addition to modelling the clothes, he also designed them too. He was well on the way to starting his own brand, called 'Lemons and Limes'. I was happy for him.

"What's the occasion?" I asked Dahlia, as I turned and brought out two champagne flutes from one of the cupboards.

"Well, I just got signed by Gucci!" she exclaimed, popping one of the bottles.

"Woah, that's insane," I squealed. "I'm so happy for you!"

"I want you to be in the shoot with me," she said.

"What?" I looked at her as though she was insane, because she kind of was, "no way, I'm not a model."

"Avery, you are stunning!"

"I'm not tall enough to model!"

"These are photos, they can't see your height."

"No way."

"Yes way. It's tomorrow afternoon, I will drag you kicking and screaming, mark my words," she said. If it was anyone else, I would call their bluff, but this was Dahlia we were talking about, and she genuinely would drag me kicking and screaming. Never underestimate Dahlia. So, I sighed, I rolled my eyes, and I agreed to at least go with her, with no guarantee that I would be in any of the pictures. That seemed good enough for her.

"So, where is your hunky dunk boyfriend?" she asked.

"He's training with Ryan," I explained, and she nodded her head in understanding.

"I think I love Dylan," she blurted out.

"Really?"

"I think I love him, but I don't know if he loves me. I don't want to say it and then him not say it back, and then I've ruined the good thing we've got going," she explained.

"I think just say it, because if he doesn't say it back, then at least you know, you've dodged a bullet and you can pack your things and move on, and if he does say it, then you know that way, and you can pack your things and move the fuck into his house! You'll never know if you don't say."

"You have such a way with words," laughed Dahlia, downing the rest of her champagne.

"Champagne is meant to be sipped Dahlia," I laughed at her.

"Only if you're a scaredy cat," she teased me. So, I downed my glass, and stuck my tongue out at her, as she poured us two more glasses.

The next day was the shoot. I woke up in the loving embrace of my gorgeous boyfriend, Jordan, who kissed me softly on the head to wake me up. For some reason, that morning I was feeling extra horny, so after a couple rounds of loving eachother, we took a nice warm shower together. One of my greatest joys in life is having my hair washed, and Jordan has such good hands, not just for washing hair.

"I'll be training with Ryan again today, but I'll be home earlier than yesterday, I can make us dinner?" he suggested.

"I'm not sure when the shoot finishes, but I'll text you, and I would love dinner," I smiled up at him, kissing him goodbye as he left with a duffel bag over his shoulder.

Pretty soon after Jordan had left, Dahlia arrived at the house, announcing she was taking me out to lunch before the shoot. I just nodded my head and went along with it, as I mostly did with Dahlia.

"No, I'm not posing Dahlia," I stood steadfast, my arms crossed, my eyebrow raised.

"Okay, but at least get changed, let them do your hair and make up, then we can go for drinks after and you can look all cute," she suggested, pumping her eyebrows up and down. Eventually I gave in and agreed.

"Come on, you're all dressed up, just a couple of photos... you know you want to," she coaxed me. I rolled my eyes and agreed.

"You're so manipulative," I chuckled, as she dragged me over to in front of the cameras.

"You won't regret it," she grinned at me.

And I didn't. I didn't regret it. It was a lot of fun, I was laughing, smiling, posing, living the dream really, and the photos turned out to be gorgeous. They even sent me away with a little portfolio of a couple of pictures, which was super cute. "Let's go for a drink," I said to Dahlia. "Just a quick one, I have to be home for dinner."

"Love it, I know just the place," Dahlia announced, whilst putting her stuff in her handbag.

"So," I started, swirling my cocktail with my straw as we sat in this new cocktail bar, "did you tell Dylan yet?"

"Girl, I only said that to you yesterday, buttttt, yes, I did, and he said he loved me back! We're dating now, like actual boyfriend and girlfriend," she was grinning.

"Cheers to that," I said, lifting my drink, clinking it with hers.

A couple of rounds later, and into the bar walks Cleo Monteguini, of all people. "Where's your baby?" Dahlia called out to her. Dahlia was mouthy, even more so when she was drunk, and she really disliked Cleo. To Dahlia's outburst, Cleo just rolled her eyes and turned around. That really pissed Dahlia off. She started standing up, like she was going to go over to Cleo and rip her hair extensions out or something, but I held her back.

"She is not worth it, believe me," I tried to calm her down.

"I despise her," Dahlia seethed.

We left the bar pretty quickly after that, piling into a taxi, before all of the paparazzi decided to turn up. It really was a nightmare trying to avoid them. After dropping Dahlia off first, the taxi pulled up outside my house. It always feels so weird to say – my house. If you said to me over a year ago that this is where I would be, with Jordan, I would have called you insane, yet here I am. It's crazy.

I punched in the code for the pedestrian gate, nodding to one of the security guards stationed outside, and headed inside. Immediately the smell of cooking hit my nostrils, and I turned the corner to go to the kitchen area, where Jordan was stirring something in a pan. "Hey babe," I announced my arrival. Jordan turned around and smiled at me.

"You look gorgeous," he complimented, making me blush a little. "How was the shoot?"

"It was good, wanna see some pictures?" I asked.

"Fuck yeah," he took the portfolio from my hands and started flicking through them. "Wow, I'm speechless Avery, you're fucking stunning." He pulled me in close by my cheeks and kissed me, passionately, and slowly.

"Thank you," I blushed again. "How was training?" I asked, sitting up on one of the barstools. We had a little catch up, as I sat, and he slaved away in the kitchen. I got up at one point to help lay the table, and I put together some salad.

"We saw Cleo in the bar today," I mentioned to Jordan, as we sat eating at the dining table.

His head shot up to look at me, and he looked hard, seeing if I was showing any signs of being upset. "Did she say anything?" he then asked.

"Nope, but Dahlia did, she asked her where her baby was," I explained, sticking my fork into some of the chicken and popping it in my mouth.

"Yeah, what the hell is she doing in a bar when she has a new-born?" exclaimed Jordan. I shrugged my shoulders. "What did she reply to Dahlia?"

"She just rolled her eyes, it pissed Dahlia off, but I stopped her from going straight over there and confronting her."

"Fucking Dahlia man," he rolled his eyes. "Was that it?"

"Yep."

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"I know this has been super hard for you, you've been so strong, and always there for me, and I really appreciate it Avery. I'm so mad at her, and it'd be so understandable if you were too, or if it made you upset, or anything."

"It has been hard, I won't lie, it's been a lot to deal with, but I don't really want to hold a grudge you know, I don't want to harbour any negative energy. She's irrelevant to my life now, there's no point holding on," I explained.

"You amaze me every day, you know?"

"I am pretty amazing," I stuck my tongue out at him.

"So, you're okay?" he asked, trying to reassure himself.

"I'm okay," I reassured him, giving him a warm smile.