Drew Starkey Aesthetic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She did not need to be very obvious. "Can you show me some of your sketches? I want to see how they look," Astra asked. She was a bit curious after his reaction. Jared picked up his phone, opened it and stretched it to her. "Wow!" Astra said as she looked at the sketches, one after the other. They looked phenomenal. They had a professional look to them, with just a bit of work, he could make them go far. "There are very beautiful Jared. I didn't know you had it in you," Astra said to him and Jared smiled shyly. Astra could have never imagined that Jared would have this kind of talent.

“You and I would be good on the high seas.” “It took me eight years to get my five hundred metres front crawl badge.” “I’ll buy you a life jacket,” she promises. “You two are very full of yourselves this morning.” The voice from the desk opposite belongs to Drew. He’s good-looking, well-bred and a charmer – when he chooses to be. It’s a quality he uses when he needs to divert attention from his professional ability (which is shaky at best) or when there’s an attractive female around – preferably wearing a skirt the size of a tea cosy.

, I was singing along to Carbonated water by Ski Mask The Slump God. Grayson was bopping to it and went crazy when I switched out the line about Brian Ulracher for his name. His vibe and mood had changed which was promising to be a good night. I was also hoping that because I wasn't wearing a skirt or a dress tonight, I wouldn't be hit on as much because that shit annoyed Grayson, not that I could help it. We arrived tipped the driver and walked in. It was one of McQueen's places.

How am I supposed to work in that same office with him and concentrate, this was going to be one of the hardest things I ever did I guess. I stared at Drew as he stepped out of the car, he wore grey pants, a white buttoned up shirt and a black shoe. He wore a silver wrist watch which complimented his look and styled his hair backwards in a fashionable manner which helped to outline his jaw and facial muscles. ‘’We are not here for sightseeing Alexa, move inside and wait in my office.’’

he stared deeply into my eyes. "But everything you said about having feelings for me was a mistake?" "And it was the most hateful lie I've said," he interjected with a look of disgust on his face. "I'm truly obsessively drawn to you, Amara Lively." He extended a hand to my face and gently moved a lock of hair, placing it behind my right ear. He then spun around and turned his back towards me.

"You have fire in you, I like that." Celeste stepped closer, letting her arm brush lightly against Dara’s. "Thank you, I put all my real feelings into every brush stroke, heartbreak makes the best art, don't you think?" She smiled, her hazel eyes sparkling. "You have such beautiful features, Dara. Your bone structure is perfect. I would love to draw you sometime, a private session in my studio would you be interested?" Dara’s cheeks flushed a soft pink. "You are very direct, Celeste, most people only want to talk about my money or my family name." She did not move away from the touch. "A private session? I think I would like that. When?"

My smile vanished, and my jaw clenched as I turned away, but not before stealing one last glance at Drew. Mamita clapped with excitement and hurried me to change my dress. "My God, Beauty. You bring the best in me, my dearie! Mr. Stellar is asking me about you. My God! I can't believe this. I felt like my heart would come out soon. Two more to go, Beauty." The dress this time is a show-off. There was no longer a cover on my back. My skin behind was exposed, and the slit was up to the side of my thigh. The make-up artist was in a hurry to a re-touch.

Aria blushed a little, clearly flustered because the modeling thing wasn’t really her scene. My eyes narrowed as I watched Drew lean in slightly, his gaze sweeping over her face, as if he were trying to memorize every detail. He was too close, too forward, and it grated on every nerve in my body. I wanted to punch the cocky look right off his face. Who the hell did he think he was, swooping in and acting like he knew her so well? “You’re even more beautiful in person,” Drew added, his voice dropping to what he probably thought was a compliment.

It was mine. Alyssa slowly flipped open her packet, pretending to be unimpressed. “And what exactly do you think Weston wants to desire?” she asked smoothly. “You’ve been away for years. Surely you’ve forgotten that people here don’t care about philosophy or art. They want status. Visibility. They want to be envied.” I tapped a section of the packet and met her gaze directly. “That’s exactly what we’re giving them. This collection isn’t about blending in. It’s about presence. Clean lines. Strong shapes. Colors that bite. Textures that whisper. Everything about it screams confidence.”