*BONNIE’S POV*
*Click. Click...FLASH!*
*Click. Click...FLASH!*
Life at Viona Xavia Agency was truly booming that following Saturday morning. People were bustling around, left and right, models were in their respective positions, and the camera was flashing at high speed.
Having forced herself out of bed after not claiming a wink of sleep, Bonnie threw on a pair of leggings and slightly oversized sweatshirt that Stella had left behind in her room. She was not looking forward to the scowl and lecture from Marcy once she stepped through the main doors of the building.
Bonnie was well aware of how unprofessional and exhausted she looked upon her arrival to work, but her mind was cycling through the events from last night on a constant repeat. Everytime she thought of Marcus, she ached not only in her chest but now between her legs. She couldn’t close her eyes for too long for fear she would hear his voice ringing in her ears.