Franco left right away as soon as he dropped me off at the location. He still had classes to attend. “Noah! You’re finally here!” the production assistant exclaimed in relief. “Thank God! We are running a bit behind. Fatima, please take care of him,” she called out to the glam team. “Yes, ma’am,” replied Fatima. I barely spoke as they worked on me. The makeup artist rambled about some celebrity cheating scandal while touching up my under-eyes. “Noah, you ready?” someone called out. “Gimme a minute!” I replied. The stylist approached me, holding up a pair of black briefs and a robe. “Here, wear this.” I got up from the chair and made my way to the dressing room to change. Afterward, I headed straight to the studio. I thought I’d be doing the shoot alone, but someone waved at me from the far side of the room. “Noah, this is Clarisse,” the photographer said, motioning to the woman walking toward me. She was tall, stunning, and effortlessly sexy. Unlike me, she stood there in a b
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