"How are you not his type?" "Doesn't he date like supermodels and actresses and stuff?""And?" "And I look like neither of those things.""Girl, have you ever looked at yourself?" Come here. She pulled her off the bed and dragged her over to the mirror. "Look at yourself. You're stunning!"Faith looked at herself in the mirror. She knew she was pretty; always had been. Her hair fell to her mind back, thick and shiny. Her face was small and oval, her big brown eyes taking up a bit more space than average. She was beautiful--perhaps cute was a better description. But she was no supermodel, and she knew it."You're insane if you think you don't have some effect on him.""I have never noticed him say or do anything to that effect."She shrugged. "He may not realize it yet, but I'd say having someone pick you off and drop you off for a job he pays you for is not normal behaviour.""I think he's just being nice."She raised her brow. "Sure," she crawled.Faith sighed. "So what do I do no

Faith felt apprehensive as she sat in Casiuss' car. This was her first session with Devlin since that day at the club.She'd spent the last few days regretting everything. She blamed it on the alcohol. If she'd been in her right senses, she never would have made those decisions.She woke up the following day with a splitting headache, a hangover and distinct memories of the night. It was just her luck that she wouldn't get hangover amnesia. She could have used it.To make matters worse, Devlin hadn't even reached out to her once in all that time. She would feel better if he'd berated her or something... anything.The first time she heard from him was earlier that day when his text reminding her of the session and informing her that Casiuss would pick her up came in.It was the same text she'd gotten from him in the past. There was no change in tone, length or even punctuation. She knew because she'd analyzed it for hours.She'd even shown it to Adele, bless the girl. She'd latched ont

It had been days since Devlin’s smartass “Club Queen” quip. She’d been shocked when he suddenly said that as she moved to get out of the car.She hadn’t been expecting it. He’d gone all day without breathing a word in that direction so she had no reason to think he would say it then.It was in keeping with his M.O. though. She knew that he'd waited that long to say anything to mess with her as much as possible.She smiled. At first, his pathological need to mess with her had pissed her off to no end but now she didn’t mind it—enjoyed it even. She found herself looking forward to what he would do next.One thing was certain since he came into her life, there hadn't been one dull moment. She still had two days to go to their next session, to when she would see him and she couldn't wait.But now, she had more pressing matters to deal with. She headed briskly to the dean’s office. She had twenty minutes to go before they closed.She would have gone earlier but she couldn’t bear to miss he

"You. Want. Me. To. Meet. Baylor. Right. Now!?" Faith sputtered."Yup." It would be a dream come true. She was one of those fans who never even dreamt it possible that they would meet their faves.She was content to watch her on a screen or attend whatever concert she could afford and see her from the crowd. To think that she would be seeing her up close and personal was almost too much for her heart to take. Her legs buckled slightly. He reached out to grab her arm and steady her. "Whoa, steady there. You really like her that much?""Is that a question?" She quipped. In her opinion, there was no one better. She was the best to ever do it.He shook his head. "So, you wanna go?""Again, is that a question?" She asked incredulously."Alright then, let's get this over with."They left the box, heading to a small doorway at the back. Devlin nodded his goodbyes to his celebrity friends. None of them spared her more than a glance or the occasional nod. Devlin was known to have lots of wom

What!? This price was insane. Two thousand for a basic two-piece she would have gotten for $200 at a different store. Faith fought the urge to cry. There goes lunch for the next week or more, she thought.Devlin soon came out in the first outfit she picked. It was a simple, white, oversized cotton shirt and navy blue pants. He struck a pose in front of them like a model.Faith could hear the attendants chittering excitedly behind her. Yup, she thought, I agree. He's gorgeous. He ended up wearing all five outfits because she couldn't decide. He looked good in every single one.She eventually settled on a dark yellow top and silver pants. They weren't colors she would combine naturally but he managed to pull it off.Both now dressed, it was time to pay and leave. Faith reluctantly fished out her card from her purse as they followed Millie to check out.Her hands flew over the keyboard. "Here is the total sir," she turned the screen around for him to see instead of saying the price out