Aleysa's pov

It's been a week since hiring Jason and it's been annoying. He always has an attitude when it comes to being bossed around. However he's has made an impact on everyone here. Everybody loves him and he's definitely has gotten a shit load of attention.

"Aleysa we need you in the studio asap," Marcus says through the speaker. I sprint to the studio busting the door wide open.

"W-wh"

Is all I managed to say as I gasp scanning his entire beautifully sculpted muscular masterpiece body ahead of me. Every tattoo of his complimented his every muscle on his body making him look like a Greek god.

"Earth to Aleysa," Marcus snaps causing me to break out of my state averting away from Jason.

"The model that was scheduled to join McCann never showed up," Marcus grumbles.

"Are you serious?," I sigh from frustration.

"I'm dead serious," he responds.

"Ruth, is there any available model to shoot right now?," I speak through my walkie talkie.

"Give me 2 seconds," she hastily responds.

"Alessandra is the only one available," Ruth says through my ear piece.

Seriously? Out of all fucking people... her!

Just as I was about to protest. They both barge in into the studio. My eyes lock with Ruth then Alessandra.

"I'm available," Alessandra smirks as she looks at Jason checking him out. I don't know why, but this made me feel all sorts of ways.

"Put this one on hurry," Marcus demands.

"Sorry boss," Ruth whispers nervously as she squirms her way out of the door.

"Thanks for saving the day Aleysa," Jason utters. I give him a stern glare forcing a half smile. Jason suddenly winks at me causing me to blush.

"Ready," Alessandra says walking through the door heading towards Jason.

"Get into position," Marcus instructs getting his camera ready. Alessandra moves close to Jason touching his shoulders with her hands.

"Give me poses."

Jason and Alessandra start posing from all sorts of positions. My blood boils from how close these two are towards each other touching. Alessandra is all flirtatious really enjoying this moment with him. There was even a moment that she almost placed her lips on his. Not being able to take anymore of this, I exit the room without saying a word. I don't even know why that bothered me so much the way it did. It's not like Jason and I have been getting along this week, so why do I even care?

You just hate Alessandra

That's what I tell myself I mean it has to be right?

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"We made a few changes to your Paris trip," father says as he gathers paperwork into a folder on his desk.

"Don't tell me I can't go?," I complain. The door bursts open as Jason barges in with Wilma who is my dad's personal secretary.

"Jason will be going with you to Paris tomorrow," he informs.

"What?," I confusedly question.

"In just a week after the release of Jason's shoots the media spiraled uncontrollably and wants to know more about our new recruit. You were right Aleysa it seems like he's the next face of Grey Global," father excitedly says.

"I still don't understand why he has to come with me to Paris dad?," I protest.

"You will represent him in the meeting with Zuzu Enterprise and have a shoot together," father explains. I feel butterflies in my stomach at the thought of Jason and I shooting together.

"Okay," I force a distant smile.

"So Jason everything is paid for, so just meet up with Aleysa at the airport okay," my father briefly says to Jason as he grabs his briefcase heading out of the office with Wilma leaving Jason and I alone.

"So you and I at Paris... I see", Jason smirks stepping forward towards me. I feel some sort of electricity go through my body as he does that. Slowly looking up to his light brown hazel eyes whom are intently looking at me. I feel my legs suddenly weaken ready to give out at any moment. How is it that this boy is making me feel this way without even laying a hand on me? However, suddenly the shoot from earlier between him and Alessandra repeats in my mind making me instantly angry.

"See you tomorrow McCann," I mutter as I curve him stepping out of the office.

Jason's pov

"Jason will be going with you to Paris tomorrow," Mr. Grey firmly says. I was quite stunned by all of the commotion that has been going on this past week. All of the important people around here seem to like me and I've even gotten myself a few fans. All of the models here are always so flirtatious and even a few have already thrown themselves at me.

"In just a week after the release of Jason's shoots the media spiraled uncontrollably and wants to know more about our new recruit. You were right Aleysa it seems like he's the next face of Grey Global," Mr, Grey says.

"I still don't understand why he has to come with me to Paris dad?," Aleysa protests. I mentally roll my eyes at Aleysa. I've been a prick to her this past week because simply she's so bossy. I'm not one to take orders from anyone especially from a female that's not even older than me. Plus I just love annoying her.

"You will represent him in the meeting with Zuzu Enterprise and have a shoot together."

Great, another stupid shoot. I don't know how these models can do this for a living. The bright lights constantly blinds the living soul out of me, photographers constantly annoying me telling me how to pose, and takes after takes nonstop.

"So Jason everything is paid for, so just meet up with Aleysa at the airport," Mr. Grey briefly says to me leaving the office with Wilma. I look at Aleysa who seems a bit uncomfortable being alone with me. So I take it upon myself to annoy her.

"So you and me at Paris... I see," I step closer to her only leaving a little distance between us. Aleysa tenses up and stays stiff as she slowly looks up locking eyes with me intensively. Her dark brown eyes are so pure and sparkly. I feel so drawn by her there's just something about this girl that is so amusing to me. I must admit, she's beautiful and adorable at the same time. It has to be minutes that we're just gazing at each other until she frowns out of nowhere.

"See you tomorrow McCann," She hastily grumbles leaving the office in a hurry. I chuckle at her weirdness watching her walk away.

"I can't wait to annoy this brat in Paris," I say to myself feeling a smile form on my lips.

Why am I smiling?

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"Welcome back brotha," Ace bro hugs me. Ace is my left hand as Isaac is my right. I've known this two since I was fourteen years old. I meet Isaac in juvie when I was fourteen and he was sixteen. We really bonded and became real cool quick having each other's back while locked up.

Once we were both released around the same time. We met Ace not far after who sold us weed. Isaac and I eventually joined Ace to make money of our own. Ace and I have no family as for Isaac he was raised by a single mother who always welcomed us in her home.

"I hope to stay this time."

"Bro did you look back when you were released?," Ace asks as he rolls a blunt.

"Damn it, yes I did," I huff feeling like an idiot.

"You know what they say dumb ass?," Isaac disapprovingly says taking a sip of his beer.

There's a myth in juvie that if you look back at the facility when you're released you'll be back. At first I thought this was just complete bull made up to scare us, but every time I was released my idiot self would look back and sure enough I'd be back soon after. It's sort of hard to not look back though. You're locked up for months up to years at times.

So when you're out to regain your freedom into the world you somehow glance back to the cage you once were in leaving behind everything you've seen, experienced, and went through while being in juvie that becomes your home in a way. You see I have no home I've been on my own since thirteen years old. I've learned to see and accept juvie as my home in a weird messed up way.

"Fuck it," I mutter as I take a hit from the blunt Ace finally lit up. The three of us catch up talking about all of our crazy nights, one night stands, fights, and even crimes we've done. Two blunts in and I was into another dimension. As I'm silent letting myself drift Aleysa's face appears into my mind.

Today in that jerk's office when she was staring at me. I wanted to kiss her little heart shaped lips, but for some reason I just couldn't dare do it. As I inhale and exhale the hit I took from the blunt. I quickly brush off the her image.

Knowing how a girl like her will never lay eyes on someone like me.

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Ace ⬆️