Blake“You have to smile,” my PR assistant says through gritted teeth. Dammit, I want to be back with Roxy not having my photo taken for the billionth time. It’s driving me insane. Surely the photographer, a wiry guy with dark hair that looks like it needs a cut, and thin metal rimmed glasses clicks away.“This is me smiling,” I tell my assistant. Who by the way is new. She isn’t my regular assistant who dropped me, because she said and her words, I quote. “You are a royal pain in the ass. I am sick and tired of putting out your fires. I resign.” That was the end of that. I mean I get I was difficult and sometimes a real asshole, but for the most part I did what they told me to.It's not my fault I hate having my picture taken. I didn’t even like it when I was I kid. I was always the shy one and there are family photos to show me almost trying to hide behind my mother or my father. School phots, ugh how I hated those.“Listen, you might be the hottest thing on the ice right now. You m
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