I stepped out of the sports car to look at the building they were doing the shoot at. The old rustic looking brick, and the beautifully overcast skies were a perfect back drop. I pulled my designer sunglasses off and set them in their case. I strode forward while fixing my Rolex. 

"Mr. Shaffer." A man extended his hand to me. 

I shook it and looked down at him. "Please, call me Jordan." I asked. He nodded and we walked towards the set. "Where will I be setting up?" 

"Over there." He pointed to a wrestling ring, and a cage. 

"Okay." I nodded and started off towards my area. I looked up in just enough time to catch a wisp of Blonde hair disappearing behind the corner. I shook my head, it couldn't be Celia. No it wasn't.

Setting my bag down, I grabbed my camera out and began to fiddle with it. I turned it on and flipped through the settings. Then I heard it. Her giggle. Her precious beautiful giggle. The thing that would stop my heart instantly. The thing that controlled my being. I glanced up, and my stomach dropped. 

She was standing with the man who was supervising this shoot. I quickly looked down. She had grown up. She was beautiful. Even more if that was possible. 

I looked at my camera, and made a hand motion. The people around me scurried. I could hear her. Only her. 

When I looked up at her, she was giving me the glare she was famous for. I could feel my spine crawl and my heart beat faster. My breathing slowed and I took in her barely covered body, and her strong muscular torso. Her abs shown and her sharp eyes took in me checking her out. A look of contempt crossed her face and she turned her head away, and I looked down. 

"Okay, Celia." I looked back at her. "I want you to be wrapping your hands. Be in half wrap. Look at the wall and glare. Then look down at your hands." 

I took in a shaking breath as she did as I told her. She was always so submissive. Always willing to please. I raised my camera and began snapping pictures. 

Celia seemed to shine under the lights and her pure radiance was breaking me in half. My heart was bleeding, and there was nothing I could do. I walked around her, calling out orders and she obeyed. 

She kept her head up and her eyes hard. She was stunning, and she knew it. Every new outfit she wore, every time I told her to do something, I knew she was showing me. I knew she wanted me to see what I had lost. 

"I think we should do some shots in the water." I looked at Celia. 

She nodded. 

"I was thinking maybe like a curled position, and how about something with like the eyes open. Think pain, hurt." I looked deep into her icicles. She broke away from my gaze and then walked towards the pool. I couldn't help but admire her. She had grown and I was in a trance. 

Celia pulled her body up and dropped into the water. I stood in front of the glass transfixed with her elegance. She sank and lay her body out. I snapped away, and then she opened her eyes. The pain, the hurt, the anger. The emotions hit me like a brick wall and I inhaled. My heart plummeted and I could feel her hurt echoing in me. 

"Thats a wrap!" The director called as Celia swam to the top. I extended my hand to her and she placed her's in delicately. 

As soon as her feet touched the ground, she was heading towards her makeup room. Sighing I turned to the director. 

"Thank you for the pictures." I smiled as best as I could and turned to leave. I practically ran from the room and into my Rolls Royce. I hopped in and turned on the car. It purred to life and I turned from the garage. 

"Siri. Call Daniel." 

"Calling Daniel." 

My car was filled with the ringing. 

"Hello this is Daniel." 

"Dan, I saw her."