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deal. For sure, he couldn’t still want me to model after having a baby, could he?
    Wrong. Three months after giving birth to Jacob, a personal trainer showed up on our doorstep. A trainer assigned by Lion, with the sole purpose of getting me back in shape and eating healthy.
    The trainer was a fat and muscle murderer. In less than six months, I was in far better shape than I was before Jacob. Couple months after that, he flew in with a team, and I spent an entire week in a studio playing dress-up and posing for flashing cameras to make up a portfolio.
    Fortunately, I never heard much from Lion after that. Now he was back knocking.
    My mother was stunning with six Ns. Dad used to worship her, neighbors used to envy her, and I used to be in awe, she was so striking.
    Only thing I got from Dad was height and strong will. Other than that, I was practically a clone of Mom: silky long dark hair and lashes that looked fake, obsidian-colored eyes, rose-colored lips and high cheek bones. I had a mirror; I knew what I looked like. Still, I couldn’t fathom why Lion thought I could become some renowned model.
    “Can’t you talk to him and get me out of that contract?”
    “I could,” JK said, nodding, “but I won’t.”
    Even with tears in my eyes, I gave him an evil glare.
    “Listen, I know you don’t need the income or even care to be a model, but I honestly think it’s the best thing for you right now.”
    “You want me to leave my son to go pose half-naked in L.A?” I said, incredulous.
    “Change of scenery.” He shrugged. “A chance for you to live a little, meet some friends, be a twenty-one year old. Do something other than stay cooped up in the house and fuss over Jacob. L.A’s good for it.”
    “I-I can’t. Jacob—”
    “I’ll take care of Jacob until you get back.”
    Despite the slobbery mess my face was, I smirked at him. “Oh, you’d just love that, wouldn’t you?”
    That infamous disarming crooked grin slid onto his face. “What can I say? Love the little guy.”
    He did. He really did love Jacob. I never expected JK of all people to be so involved in Jacob’s life. But he was always there. Disappeared with him for hours sometimes. We got into arguments all the time about him stealing Jacob and leaving with him when no one was looking. I’d walk into his studio and find him instructing a class with Jacob on his side or in a baby rocking chair parked next to him, feet kicking as he babbled spit bubbles.
    Having Jacob all to himself now? What joys for him.
    “Leaving my son behind is a big deal, JK.”
    “Nope,” he said, getting up, “making a deal with Lion’s a big deal. One I ain’t helpin’ you out of.”
    Another teary evil glare directed at him, but he just shrugged and leaned down to steal Jacob from my arms. Ignoring my protests, he started back to the doctor’s room, stopping briefly to say, “You didn’t ask, but, yeah, she’s okay. The baby’s okay. We’re okay.”
    Then he was gone. With my son. He’d had him all day, I had him for only an hour, and he was gone with him again.
    I could hear Jacob’s voice echoing down the hall “dada…daaaadaaaa…dada!”
    For a long while I just sat there, staring down at the tattoo on my wrist, not knowing what to do with myself, and too ashamed to go check on Saskia.
    I tried a coffee from the waiting room coffee machine and spat it right back in the cup the thing was so disgusting. I needed, really needed , a good cup. My spirit was dying.
    My cell buzzed in my pocket:
     
    XX: Seriously, what did I do wrong? I miss talking to you…
     
    Ignoring the text, I headed out to the parking lot, I found Nick, JK’s driver, and Thomas, Saskia’s driver, looking as worried as they did both times Saskia miscarried.
    “The baby’s okay,” I announced before either of them could annoy me with questions. To Thomas, “Can you take me to Starbucks? The coffee inside sucks and if I don’t get a cup of Frappuccino right now, I’m gonna