3. Celebrity Life?

He looks at me then smiles, "Okay. If that's what you want." I smile. I know what I am doing is wrong but if this is the way my life is going to be, might as well let it be that way.

Christian asks me to stay for a little bit because he has to finish his paperwork. He wants to take me somewhere since he believes we haven't hung out in a long time.

As we walk out of the building, my colleagues watch Christian and I walk side by side. Bella smiles at me and give me a thumbs up. I laugh. She is too funny.

Christian and I enter his car and he begins to drive. "Where are we going?" I ask as he drives silently. "You are going to be living the celebrity life before we leave for Italy."

"What do you mean?" I ask as I look at him. He sighs and says, "You want to have your own show, so that means you would become a celebrity. So you have to learn to become one."

I nod my head. That is very true I never thought about that. As Christian drives, I see that he was stopping at this expensive store. Has he been anywhere, like cheap?

We get down and go inside the store. Everything was designers. Supreme, Gucci, Calvin Klein and so much more.

As I look around the clothes, I was so scared at the numbers that I was looking at. I am not even making this money at my new job.

"I am paying for it since I brought you here." Christian says as he walks along side of me. I smile up at him and thank him. I grab a couple of clothes and go inside the dressing room.

Christian asks me to show him each and every clothing I am wearing to see if it looks good. I step out with my first outfit. I was wearing a Supreme shirt and a Gucci sweatpants. Along with that I was wearing slides.

Christian thinks for a moment then says, "Ugh... you know nothing about fashion. How can you wear all of that together?" I roll my eyes as I get back into the changing room.

This time I come out with a crop top sweater and matching shorts. I wear white air forces. As I get out, Christian looks at me for a long time. He then finally says, "You look good but you should stop eating too much. Thick thighs." He says as he comes over to pinch my thighs.

I smack his arm and smile. Goofy. We continue picking out clothes for almost 2 hours. After that, Christian pays for the clothing and we get back inside the car. As we were driving, Christian turns on the air conditioner.

"That feels nice." I say as I relax in my seat. "That's good because I have to go grab something." He says as he parks in front of a men's store.

I wait for him as he goes inside. As I was waiting, I kept looking at the stuff inside the bag. The clothes that Christian bought were really cute.

When he gets back, he changed his clothes. He was wearing a white hoodie, with white sweatpants and white air forces. He looks at me and says, "There is a restroom in there you could go change."

I look at him and ask, "Why?" He smiles and says, "Because you are going to be a celebrity for the remaining time in America."

I smile as I get out of the car. I go inside the store and change inside the restroom. I wear a matching outfit with Christian. I let my braids down and go back inside the car.

Christian looks at me and says, "Nice." He starts driving and we stop at a cafe. He parks his car and relaxes for a little bit. "You ready?" He asks as he looks at me. "Yeah." I say with confidence.

As we get out, there were reporters and paparazzi everywhere. Christian walks over to me and holds my hand. I look up at him. He looks down at me and smiles. "Let's go." He says he lets us walk into the crowd of reporters. He guides me out and we make it into the cafe.

As we sit down, I smiled. "Wow those are a lot of people." Christian nods and says, "Well that's how they are but you would get the hang of it." We order our coffees and continue to talk.

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"How are you this short?" Christian asks as he looks at me. We were walking along the streets. We wanted to stretch our legs out.

I roll my eyes and ask, "How are you that tall?" He smiles and answers, "It's because I eat healthy." I glare at him and say, "I eat healthy as well." He sighs and says, "Right..."

While we were walking, I notice a couple of people taking pictures of Christian and I. Christian doesn't look bothered by them. I guess he is used to it. "Don't worry about them." Christian says out of nowhere.

"What do you mean?" I ask as we make a turn. "I saw you looking at them. That's their job." He says as we make it to his car. I nod and we enter his car.

While driving, Christian's phone starts ringing. He has Bluetooth so I was able to hear the person talking.

"Christian where are you right now?" A middle aged man spoke on the phone. He sounded Italian. "I am driving, why?" Christian answered.

The person on the phone sighs and says, "I was looking at the reports and I see..." The person was about to say but Christian stops him. "Look Dad she is in the car with me." Christian says as he glances at me.

That was his father? I wonder how he looks like? His dad clears his throat and says, "Hello young lady." I answer, "Good afternoon Mr. Black." After I say that, his father starts speaking in another language. Italian, I suppose.

Throughout the drive, I could feel Christian and his father arguing by how heated the conversation was. I knew this was going to happen.

We make it to my apartment. As I was about to get down, Christian holds unto my arm. He gives me the look that says, 'Wait.' I sat back down on the seat fully. I waited while Christian finished his conversation with his father,

After he finished he looks at me and smiles. "May I come in with you?" I look at him. He must be really joking.

"Why would I want you to do that?" I ask looking at him weirdly. He points over to the apartment. "Because it looks like your things are outside." I turn to the direction that he was pointing.

My stuff were on the floor. I rush out of the car and go over to where my clothes were. I sat there as a I tried to attempt to pack my stuff. I started crying. I don't have any where to go.

I could see Christian just standing there. He didn't say anything but just walked over to me and just sat right there right next to me while I continued to cry. I continued to cry and after a while I stopped.

I stood up and took my things and I picked up my stuff and started walking outside. Christian followed behind me. I turned around and yell, "Stop following me!"

He doesn't listen but just takes the stuff in my hand forcefully and puts it at the back of his car. After that, he pulls me by the arm. "Christian stop!"

"Go inside and stay quiet!" He yells at me. He pushes me inside the car and goes over to his side and enters. He begins driving. I haven't heard him yell at all.

We drive quietly until I ask, "Where are we going?" He doesn't answer me but just continues driving. I shake his hand and he glares at me. "Could you appreciate what people do for you?!" He asks yelling at me. I stay quiet and let go of him. I turn away and look outside the window.

It was true. I wasn't being appreciative, but it isn't my fault. Everyone I have met has always bailed on me. Except Janice. I sigh as I think about it.