Smoking Models Novels & Stories

“We need to take some pictures. And we will leave. I know you’re ready to go.” Hana tried to hide her smile, but it was glaring. They bounded back to where the men were waiting. The wine bottles had already been open. Someone was smoking, and Hana waved off the smoke sent her way. “Seriously?” Camilla said. She stomped to the person smoking, snatched the cigarette in his palm and dipped it into his glass. “No smoking. It literally says it at the entrance.” “But that’s why we pay extra for these spaces so we can conveniently break the rules,” the guy replied.

She casually picked up his cigarette, lit it, and elegantly blew smoke into the air. A hint of astonishment flashed through Charles Smith's eyes, although it wasn't the first time he saw her smoking. But damn, she was enchanting when she smoked, and he couldn't help but desire her, feeling a quick arousal beneath his suit trousers. Damn it! Why was he feeling desire for this woman? Taking a deep breath, he said, "Alright then! Since I've been fond of D-cup women lately, how about you? Haven't developed since elementary school? Or maybe you never developed at all?"

I saw him smoking and trust me I hate myself for finding him hot while smoking. Of Course He looked hot but while smoking he looked extra hot which is not good for my health. God why does he have to smoke? You made him so perfect but I understand God is the same to everyone. You could've made him less handsome, it would've worked but why smoking?? Just why?? Don't worry God we'll have a talk on this later first let me stop him. That smoke is ruining the whole mood. It smelled so nice because of the rain. The mood is just so good but no it had to be ruined. Good now I'm getting angry. Arghhh

She continued, pointing to the cigarette butts on the floor, "During her final years of depression, my mother smoked three or four packs of cigarettes each day. She claimed that smoking would temporarily make her forget her discomfort. That's why our house is always cloudy. When I see others smoking, I am reminded of my mother's gloomy expression, so if you want to smoke in the future, go somewhere I can't see you; what I despise the most is other people smoking." She locked her gaze on him, ferocious. So that was the case. He stared at her adoringly and grinned. He reached out his hand to stroke her hair. "I don't smoke." She tilted her head, avoiding his hand and refusing to let him touch

"Did you miss the part where everyone laughed?" "They don't know what they're talking about." I blinked. "...What?" "I'm serious," he said. "I scout models for different companies." For a second, I thought he was joking but he wasn't smiling. "One of the agencies I'm working with is looking for plus-size models. The selection is in less than a week." I stared at him. Unable to process what I'd just heard. "They are looking for plus-size models?" He nodded. "If you are interested, I can get you an audition."