Lifes a tour, I'm so sure.

I walked into the coffee shop, scanning the empty tables before finding Ben sitting by the window, a silly ass grin on his face with his hands cradling his phone. "Thinking about the perfect sext message to send me?" I joked and slipped into the seat across from him, reaching for the full cup of coffee he'd ordered me. 

"No." He laughed and shook his head, making the screen on his iPhone go black before setting it down, "Cami was texting me."

Everything I touch turns to gold, oh sugar.

"Hey," I grinned as Chloe opened the door, leaning in to kiss her. 

"Hi," She whispered against my lips. "I just got home, I didn't have time to cook." 

"Oh so you can't really do it all.....I think this might be a deal breaker for me," I said, clearly trying not to smirk as she narrowed her eyes at me.

"Careful Williams, more talk like that and I won't be putting out tonight." She rethought that and then shrugged. "Or I'll only put out once tonight."

"Such awful threats. I think maybe we could order some food what do you think?" 

When I wake up I’m afraid, somebody else might take my place.

"Hey," I grinned as Chloe opened the door, biting down on her lip as she shamelessly checked me out. I returned the favor and let my eyes travel down her tight body, wanting to groan for how perfect it was and how long it had been since I'd seen her naked. Too fucking long. 

"Hi," She breathed out finally, stepping aside. "Come in." 

First things first, get what you deserve.

I made my way to my front door, not bothering to hide the shock on my face when I found Ben standing there. Before I could say anything, he lifted a bottle of wine he had in one hand then lifted the other which had a bottle of whiskey. "I didn't know what your mood would be," My best friend said as he offered a grin to break the ice, looking happy to see me and god only knew that I was happy he was here. 

I grinned back at him, feeling relieved for a moment as I opened the door further, "I'm not sure either."

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be. And satisfaction feels like a distant memory.

I walked into my flat and dropped the keys on the table by the door, fumbling for the light switch while wondering why I drank so much. I felt sick, like my hangover was coming on strong and I felt alone, almost regretting not bringing the blonde who had been trying all night back home with me. She looked too much like Chloe though. No, that wasn't right. The hair color was right, but everything beyond that? She paled in comparison. Locking the door behind me, I wandered over to the couch and peeled my shirt off before flopping down on it, reaching for the controlled and turning the TV on. Nothing interesting, but too much on my mind anyways. Slipping my phone out of my pocket, I pulled up the text Chloe had sent days ago that I never replied to. I stared at the phone, contemplating calling her before these random words nearly wrote themselves: "I have an up and coming designer interested in you for a campaign. Interested?" 

I dreamt about you nearly every night this week.

"You know this is a party," A voice said, breaking me from the bored daze I'd been in. 

I glanced at Chloe and grinned, "I'm aware." 

"Oh I figured you were lost," She shrugged and shot me one of her sexy smirks.

"Smartass," I replied, still not sure how to deal with her. Ben hadn't exactly asked me to stay away from his sister, not in so many words at least. It was what he wanted though.  

Old Saint John on death row, he's just waiting for a pardon.

I swirled the scotch in my glass, keeping my eyes on the door while waiting for Ben. I was early, always early, but tonight? My nerves were at a all time high and I wanted to be two drinks deep, at least, before he got here. I cleared my throat as the cocktail waitress passed and ordered one more, downing the glass in my hand and then setting it down for her to collect. She gave me a long look, the kind that normally would have me interested, only right now my life was so goddamn confusing I wasn't going to bother.

"Is that your new girl?" Ben said with a grin, sliding into the booth across from me as she walked away, no longer within earshot from us.

You act so innocent now, but you lied so soon.

I ran a tired hand through my hair and reached into my pocket, not sure why the fuck my office door was locked while a foot tapped loudly behind me. Retrieving my keys, I slide the right one into the lock and turned it, twisting the door knob and pushing the door open enough to find a very scantily clad Chloe Lindsell kicking back in my chair. I meant to slam the door shut, but the voice behind gasping let me know that it was too late for that. And I think momentary shock played into it as well. 

"I can see why you love your job so much," My mum said from behind me. And that's when I slammed the door shut, turning to face my mum who had a brow raised and her arms crossed. 

You kill the lights, I'll draw the blinds. Don't dull the sparkle in your eyes.

I glanced up and watched as Chloe rushed into the restaurant, nearly tripping over about five people before making her way to where I was seated. "Me being late probably isn't changing your opinion of me is it?" She winced and I gave her a look. 

"Depends why you were late."

"Oh you know, drugs and sex," She tried to keep a straight face but I laughed.

"Your hair still looks like it was done for a shoot...your makeup too for that matter," I pointed out, leaving out the part where I should have complimented her and told her that she looked beautiful. 

Careless in our summer clothes, splashing around in the muck and the mire.

"You told Ben I kissed you?" Chloe glared at me from the doorway. "Holy shit this is a big office."

"Hello," I stared at her from my desk, tired and frustrated, not wanting to have this conversation right now. 

She walked in and shut the door behind her, "Congrats on the promotion, but seriously you couldn't have kept your mouth shut about an innocent little kiss?" 

I leaned back in my chair and ran both hand through my hair, "I felt like he should know."

She shot me another glare, "About the worst kiss in history? Or were we just swapping embarrassing Chloe stories?" 

Travelling the barren landscape one man facing infinity.

I checked my watch not so casually as Ben walked into the bar, lifting a brow before I let my eyes meet his. "You're late," I said flatly, turning back to the counter and motioning the bartender over to take my friends order. "I'll have another beer and..."

"Same," Ben replied while the guy gave us a quick nod then left to grab them. "Sorry, I had to drop Gabe off at Cami's."

"And then did you stay for a quickie?" I joked, after all, he was over half an hour and was lucky I didn't leave. 

I said ooh girl, shock me like an electric eel.

I said ooh girl, shock me like an electric eel. by pinklipstiiick featuring snap back caps

I walked past a downtown bakery, noticing a flash of blonde hair and recognizing the culprit instantly. Stopping in front of Chloe Lindsell, I watched as she stared daggers at the chocolate croissant on her plate, looking lost in her thoughts. “What did that croissant ever do to you?”

She looked up at me and her expression changed slightly, almost as if she was caught off guard, “What?” 

Look into my eyes, it’s where my demons hide.

Look into my eyes, it’s where my demons hide. by pinklipstiiick featuring body art

My eyes fell on the blondes ass, slowly drifting up her tight body until I stopped on her face and realized who it was. While part of me was thinking it might be a better idea to leave before being noticed, my lips were already parting and the name escaped them, “Chloe?”

She stopped her lunges and looked up at me, “Yes?” 

People want a real man, I made 'em wait this long.

People want a real man, I made 'em wait this long. by pinklipstiiick featuring leather shoes

I shoved my hands into my pockets, careful not to accidentally touch one of the girls in an improper way since I had just entered a party full of what looked like high schoolers. Long legs everywhere, dresses that were short enough to be t-shirts, yet their faces couldn't hide the truth. Not even with pounds of make up. I found Ben who had a huge grin on his face, the phone held up to his ear. I couldn't remember the last time he had looked so happy. "What's that look for handsome?" I asked after he slid the phone into his pocket. 

He turned his head in my direction, only just now realizing me standing there. Raising one brow at me, he kept smirking, "You're late." 

I'm just what you made God, not many I trust.

I'm just what you made God, not many I trust. by pinklipstiiick featuring alexander mcqueen

"You're making my job really easy with that gorgeous face of yours," Cami smiled at Ben who's eyes were still closed. I swear, her entire face lit up when she looked at him, she even missed my sigh and eye roll.

He opened his eyes as she pulled back, done with whatever goop she was putting on his eyelids. His eyes dropped down to her ass and he smiled, "You're much easier on the eyes than Fernando."

Days go by feeling broke and tired.

Days go by feeling broke and tired. by pinklipstiiick featuring leather shoes

"All I'm saying is that models stand there and look pretty," Brigitte started the debate for the umpteenth time. Something about winning the genetic lottery and while I agreed, I was tired of hearing it. "But acting? Now acting takes skill."

They can live the life they define.

They can live the life they define. by pinklipstiiick featuring a p c jeans

“Where the hell is the other model?”

“She was here 30 minutes early, we finished her and sent her to wardrobe.”

“They weren’t ready for me yet," Chloe chipped in with a smirk on her gorgeous face, tying her robe only after I caught a glimpse of the lacy lingerie she had on. I had to resist the urge to groan, telling myself that I was immune to stunning women in lingerie... which really, I was around on a daily basis and should be used to by now. I was only a man though. “Who am I shooting with?”

I think I found out that I have nothing, that I have nothing in this place for me.

I think I found out that I have nothing, that I have nothing in this place for me. by pinklipstiiick featuring paul smith

I leaned my back against the chair, drifting in and out of the conversation with Evie. Okay, it was hardly a conversation. She was talking a mile a minute about Lanvin's fall line and the kind of model they were looking for since she was one of their head designers... plus she had her own line. It gave her barely any time for me, but I was proud of her. "... and blue eyes. We were thinking Chloe -"

"No," I cut her off and her eyes widened.

Have no place to go.

Have no place to go. by pinklipstiiick featuring converse sneakers

I shoved my phone back into my pocket, another beep going off before I even had the chance to pull my hand away from it. I pulled it back out and read the dirty text from Erin... for a med student, she seemed to have a lot of free time lately.

"Which one is it?" Ben's voice cut into my thoughts, making me jump a little as he walked out wearing a suit. He adjusted the tie while looking in the mirror, his eyes meeting mine for a second and making him grin. The guy knew me.

They call me a little wound-up. See, I'm upset because I've always been stuck.

They call me a little wound-up. See, I'm upset because I've always been stuck. by pinklipstiiick

(flashback)

I fingered through the Polaroids on the desk, women of all shapes, sizes, color, etc staring back at me with the same blank look on their face. I didn't know what it was about high fashion, but I'd take a smiling woman over this any day. "We've narrowed it down to these three," My assistant pushed pushed three in my direction; two blondes and a brunette. I didn't have a type, but the blondes? I wasn't going to lie, these two girls looked identical. It was easy to group the whole blonde hair and blue eyed type into one category and while I tried avoiding that, sometimes it couldn't be ignored. They looked like sisters at least.

"If I squint my eyes? They could be the same girl," I replied and set one blondes picture on top of the other, narrowing it down to two girls just like that. "Bring these two in and let the other girl go."