Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
"He means well," I finally say, though I know it doesn't really answer his question. Trent doesn't press the issue further, which I'm grateful for. I grab the dress and go into the bathroom to change. The promo box for the makeup company I'm advertising sits on the counter of my bathroom sink, a single lipstick already sitting outside the box. I pull the top off and instantly knew this is the one I'm supposed to wear with my red dress since its color matches.
"May as well get this over with," I whisper to myself. I quickly change into the dress and apply the lipstick before stepping out into my bedroom. Trent looks up, something akin to lust appearing in his gaze before it quickly disappears.
"You look gorgeous," he murmurs, his eyes leaving a heated trail as they moves along my body.
I smile. "Thanks." I move over to him and hand him the script that lay on the bed. "I just need you to hold this up so I can read from it when it's time for me to throw the advertising in."
"Don't you need me to hold the phone?" he asks with a raised brow. "I thought your tripod was broken."
I shake my head and grin as I retrieve the perfectly intact tripod from my desk. "Oops. I guess I was mistaken," I said with a cheeky grin.
Trent chuckles and shakes his head. "Devious. I like it," he muses.
I set the camera up and open Instagram, going through the steps until I'm finally live. Viewers pour in as they usually do, commenting on how pretty they think I look or asking where I got my dress.
"Hi guys, hopefully you didn't miss me too much," I say into the camera with a smile. I take a few steps back and spin around. "Do you guys like my dress? It's so cute, right?"
I move a little closer to my phone to read a couple of comments, most of them asking where I got the dress from. "It's actually a custom design. I met this really sweet upcoming designer last winter when my dad and I went on our family ski trip, and it just came in a couple of weeks ago! I have a hot date tonight, so I thought it would be something cute to wear." Trent smiles, but he doesn't say anything. "And I can finally use this new lipstick that matches it perfectly. It's such a beautiful color."
As expected, the questions about the brand and color of lipstick fill the chat. I glance up at the script Trent holds up before grabbing the product box from my bed. Walking back into the camera, I hold the box up to show the logo printed on the box. "I got this lipstick in a nice PR package from BMP Cosmetics!" I open the box, pull out all five lipstick tubes, and hold them up. "The one I have on specifically is BMP Cosmetic's new lipstick called Cherrypop. It's a matte lipstick with a beautiful satin feel and doesn't smear or transfer onto anything—or anyone," I say with a cheeky grin. "The best part? It lasts for twenty hours, and it's available in a total of five different colors." I hold up each color in front of the camera for a few seconds. "It's now up for pre-order online on their website. Trust me, you guys have to get these. I'm already obsessed with them."
The live continues with me answering questions about the lipstick or my dress multiple times until I'm sure I can recite the script forward and backward with how many times I've said the same thing. I've never been so happy to sign off in my life. By the time the live is finally done, a long sigh escapes me.
"I don't think I ever want to say Cherrypop or lipstick ever again," I joke as I take my phone off the tripod. Trent's entire demeanor has changed, his body now rigid as his jaw tightens. "What's wrong? Everything okay?"
"Yeah," he says, but his tone is different from usual. He jumps to his feet. "I have to go. I'll call you later."
"But—"
He's quickly out of my bedroom before I can even finish my sentence, leaving me staring at the empty doorway in pure confusion.
7
TRENT
The entire time Morgan was live, I couldn't help but think that something was off.
The information we have on her says that she's planning a bomb threat, but how could a social media princess with a huge following have time to do that when she has her father hovering over her about minute things such as going live? Even if he's managing her social media, the urgency in which he had in telling her that she has to do the live at a certain time, wear a certain thing, and even read from a particular script didn't sit right with me. The first time she read the script, they were simply words that came out of her mouth. But the more she repeated them, the more my brain began connecting the dots.