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Natalie's POV

Everyone at Justin's modeling firm knew Rachel Brown was the best, prettiest and most dedicated model. But as for me, I hated the bitch. I could see right through her fake kindness and smiles and I could tell she didn't like me neither. But she was beautiful. With her long, thin legs and straight, bleached hair there's no wonder they always chose her to wear the sexiest outfits. I didn't personally know her, but I knew we had one thing in common: we both enjoyed working for Justin. In the beginning it was hard, I couldn't get used to all the cameras, all the heavy makeup and the hair stylists, but this job actually made me feel more confident and I realized I enjoy looking good, and knowing it. 

One thing I didn't like, was always having to fight for Justin's attention. The more time passes the more he starts to ignore me, and treats as only his employee. It hurts me, because sometimes I catch him flirting with other models, and it makes me question his loyalty. 

As for his family and me living under the same roof, they acted as if I don't exist and if I wanted to say something, they looked as if they have forgotten I was in the room. They are even more arrogant than Rachel, yet nobody ever seems to see that. It makes me feel like a total stranger, and with Justin acting even more and more distant, I was starting to think about getting my own place... just in case. 

It was Monday morning and I was at my photoshoot since 7am. I noticed that Justin came in at 8, and I immediately went up to him. 

"Hey! Justin... can I speak with you?" I said but he looked as if he was having a bad day. 

"Yes... Natty. Yes, but make it quick I got a meeting in 10." He said not even looking at me, but at his iPhone. 

"It's Natalie. Look, I get that you're busy and everything, but what's been happening between us lately, I don't like it. I really want us to be more close, like before. I care about you and I want us to be happy." I explained and he still didn't bother to look up. I started to get irritated. 

"Look, Natty. I have to go. And as your boss, I advice you to keep your personal life and professional life apart. Kisses." And then he just walked off, not once looking at me. Did he even know what I was talking about? Was I really so unimportant to him? 

When I finished the photoshoot I wanted to speak with him again, but I didn't bother explaining myself any further after he got my name wrong, again, but this time it was 'Nelly'. It hurt to see him simply not give a fuck and I realized this isn't for me. I looked at Rachel, while she was posing and having everybody's attention. Then I saw Justin, smirking at her and winking. I was furious and didn't even bother confronting him. I got my things and wanted to leave as soon as possible. But as I hurried towards the exit, I bumped into somebody in the hallway. He was tall, well built and he wore a perfectly black suit. I didn't realize there were tears streaming from my eyes. I looked up and goosebumps immediately covered my whole body. I looked into his eyes and really looked at him, and how much he's changed. 

"Damon..." I whispered to myself as his name slipped out of my tongue and he looked deeply concentrated into my eyes. Then I looked at his hair, through which I used to brush my hand through, and at his lips, which I used to kiss tenderly and dearly. A hundred memories flashed back through my mind, from moving in with him, to swimming in the pool with all my clothes on, to remembering how I got shot, got kidnapped, raped, drugged, used, and killed somebody. I took a few steps back and looked at the floor. He reached his hand out to me as if he was afraid I was gonna disappear, but I didn't let him touch me. He had his chance. He is never going to touch me again. My heartbeat raced as I felt his eyes watching me, a little sad, until somebody broke our silence. 

"Babe!" I heard Rachel fake running towards Damon and then hugging him tightly. "You made it! I thought you were gonna be stuck in traffic!" She carried on but his eyes were concentrated on me until I got enough strength in myself to just... walk away. I walked past them towards the elevator and didn't look back. This day can't get any worse...

I wanted to go back to Greece. To Santorini. To my flower shop and making bouquets and seeing Maria flirt with customers and seeing the sunrise from my apartment window. Instead I was driving in a taxi, while it was heavy raining in New York, on my way to move out of Justin's house. I was so angry at myself for being so naïve, so stupid, like after everything I've been through I still haven't learned. What was I thinking... moving in with a stranger and thinking we could genuinely love each other? What kind of a fairy-tale was I living in? And then there's Damon... And Rachel. The fact that they're together still hasn't completely gotten to me but I didn't want to think about it now. But I did wonder whether she was even loyal to him, after seeing her and Justin. But then maybe they deserve each other. 

A few hours later I checked in a hotel, left my bags there, put a dress on and went to drink my sorrows away at the nearest club. It was called 'Queen's Night' and I realized everything in New York reminds me of Damon. The buildings, the busy streets, everything. I remembered coming here after running away from California from my abusive father, when I was 18. But I am still young, and still stupid. And then I bumped into Damon, and everything started. I couldn't run away from my past anymore, it's a part of who I am. And I mean, what doesn't kill you, really fucks you up.

Hours went by and I'm pretty sure I tried all the different types of cocktails they had. I felt really lonely. I didn't have anybody. Nobody cared about me, I didn't have any family or friends and nobody would even care if I was gone, like Justin or his arrogant family. I didn't want to feel so alone. And then the next thing I know is I'm sitting on a guy's lap and shoving my tongue down his throat. I was more than ready to spend the night in his arms. 

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