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Model Misbehavior

An erotic novella by

Stephanie Williams and LaVerne Thompson

This is an explicit and erotic novel

intended for the enjoyment

of adult readers. Please keep

out of the hands of children.

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Model Misbehavior

Copyright 2011 by Stephanie Williams and LaVerne Thompson

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Edited by Zena Gainer

Cover Art 2011 by Niki Browning

First Edition August 2011

ISBN-13: 978-1-60659-627-2

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Phaze Books

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Chapter One

You have to the count of ten to get the fuck out of my bed and out of my house!

TJ ignored the couple scrambling to grab the covers as he rounded his King size bedhis roommates tiny ass bed matched his tiny ass dickto the night table. He yanked open the drawer and took out the red velvet box holding what represented, until a minute ago, a new life with the woman he loved.

Not anymore.

TJ ripped the box open and pulled out the six-carat diamond engagement ring, holding it up. This isnt worth shit now.

Kelly gasped. TJ almost shoved it down her throat.

Hed wanted to surprise her. Instead, he stood there with egg on his face. TJ threw it against the wall, hoping against hope it would shatter, just like his dreams. And you... He glared down at his personal Brutus.

Bad enough the woman he thought understood him, his profession his soul mate, the one he laughed with had cheated on him, but with his best friend, roommate, and PR man? Damn! He and Lawrence grew up together.

Hey TJ, its not what it...

Before Lawrence could form the rest of the words, TJ grabbed him by the throat, yanked him out the bed, and held him against the wall with one hand. Dont...even...go there, he barked out before shoving him to the middle of the room. You both have five minutes, and the only thing I want to see is the back of your asses heading out the door.

TJ got the hell out of the bedroom and made his way to the living room, frantically searching the drawer of his coffee table for a pack of cigarettes. He slammed it shut when he remembered he quit smoking four months ago. All for her, wanting to be healthy for Kelly and whatever children they might eventually have. He wanted to be the sensitive, considerate guy, for her. The perfect lover, the provider, everythingfor her.

Not anymore. She proved women were not to be trusted. He decided right then and there to go back to being the old TJ. The one that did what he wanted, answered to no one, and was happy.

He whirled around when he heard someone coming up behind him.

Look, TJ...

Dont Lawrence. I dont want to hear it. Theres nothing you can say. Ill send your things to your office in the morningif I want to touch them. Find another place to stay. And find yourself another client. Youre fired!

Like a whipped dog, Lawrence held his head down as he walked toward the door. Then Kelly made her appearance. She stood there staring at him.

TJ could barely stand to look at her. Her clothes looked like shed jammed them on and her long red hair hung in messy crimson curls about her head. She looked sexy as sin, like shed been doing exactly what he caught her doing. It pissed him off all over again. I know youre not looking for forgiveness, TJ stated bitterly.

No, I was just wondering if you knew how it felt?

TJ cocked his head.

What?

Dont act dumb. She had the nerve to stand there, hand on her hip, acting indignant.

What the hell are you talking about? He was getting more aggravated by the minute. Kelly standing there was not helping the situation and now she wanted to get into some deep discussion with him?

Her nostrils flared and she narrowed her eyes. All those women youve had and still having. I just happen to be a keeper, for now. Oh, and nice touch with the ring.

What the...?

Kelly walked past, almost bumping into him. Come on Larry. She took Larrys arm and they left.

What the hell just happened? She turned the argument back on him. Aint that a bitch! He had a right to kick out the people he loved most who betrayed him. It still hurt. With their leaving, the wind got knocked out of his sails.

And what the hell was Kelly talking about? What other women? He never looked at another female, even during a session. He would be the first to admit being the number one male cover model in the United States, and perhaps the world, featured on no less than fourteen hundred covers, countless calendars and websites, gave him his choice of women.

But not once had he ever slept with one of the models hed worked with. Even though he had scores of beautiful women at his disposal, the professional in him had never allowed him to take advantage of the situation.

Everyone slept around. It was one of those known secrets in the industry. Some even hooked up on a more permanent basis. TJ wouldnt cross that line. Hed seen too many relationships turn ugly and ultimately compromise a lot of photos.

How can you look lovingly into someones eyes after having a huge brawl the night before? He personally took a stand against that type of behavior, until he met Kelly. She appeared to be different from the rest. So different, he broke his number one rule.

Kelly seemed smart, together, possessing a twisted sense of humor like him. Falling for her came naturally. She didnt get caught up in the whole model thing. Just another day at the office, and the men she worked with were her co-workers. The lines some of those guys used to get her attention didnt seem to impress her. Hed liked that about her.

So what the hell happened?

Lawrence. TJ didnt think he could ever wrap his head around that betrayal. The bastard knew he was about to pop the question in a few days. Damn! Lawrence went with him to pick out the ring!

TJ threw himself in his favorite chair and leaned his head back, staring into space. This didnt make sense. Or did it? He should have stuck with his principles. He broke his golden ruledont hunt in the place you work inand look what happened.

Never again.