Kai & Davina: Sex between a model and a failed photographer.

Davina

I was forced into a world of the finer things; jewelry, designer clothes, fast cars, and expensive desserts (when I was allowed to have a bite). The thing about being surrounded by beautiful things is that there's almost no room for depth. You may say I'm ungrateful, but anything beats living in a world of daft minds dressed in Chanel. The world was fast and always changing; the high fashion world that is. I was lonely until I met him.

"Davina! Where the fuck are you?"

I stood up from my seat, I wasn't hiding or anything but there was my mother yelling for me. Not caring because she had the power to fire anyone who dared to even look at her too long.

"Here, mother."

"Omg, no your hair is dreadful!"

I cut her off quickly and she seemed to ignore everything I was saying.

"It looks fine, Tony has done a great job mom."

The job was easy, just a normal head shot shoot, they were quick and lasted no longer than an hour. My mother had booked the job for me because Raf Simons (the head of Dior) liked my campaign photos for Gucci. I book big designer jobs like these all the time, they treat you like you're disposable but when my mother walks in it's like we're automatically more essential than the designer themselves.

"You know what, less leaves." She glared at Tony my assigned hairdresser. " I want her to look floral fresh not a fucking jungle child.

My stepfather is Giorgio Armani. I know, it explains why people flock to my mother's every demand. He may have been the only man in my life but honestly I've only met the guy twice. Once when I was 9 where he brushed me off and again when I was 13 where he took a liking to my appearance. He made me a child supermodel overnight; my face was the best thing about me. That's what everyone says.

So now you have the tragic background of my not so glamorous life I can get to the point; Kai. I met Kai during a shoot. Well outside of one actually.

It was for a designer bag shoot, I can't remember which brand. I remember hating the bag I was suppose to carry and they had me act like it was too heavy to hold for photos. I had just gotten into an argument with my mother and she left the building. As soon as my mother left everyone started to treat me like I were disposable. The head stylist was mad because I decided I wanted to experiment with pink locks prior to the shoot, she couldn't get the color out so I had to wear a wig. So they switched me out knowing my mother wasn't going to come back and yell at them. That's when I ran out crying, hating everything and I was wearing this awful outfit with my crazy pink hair and decided to walk the streets of New York barefoot. I went inside a coffee shop and everyone instantly stared at me like I was crazy. Then there was Kai, just laughing at me. Not all crazy or obnoxious or rudely though. The moment I saw him, with his glasses and his endless smile. I wanted to know him.

Kai

I've been in and out of college for 5 years now. I spent a year traveling Europe with my siblings and the other year, well this is that. I have a a year of schooling left until I get my bachelors and even by then I'd still probably be living as a failed photographer. So that's why I'm taking my time. Breathing in the fresh air only deeply when I walk by the plant infested park, New York is kinda dirty. I'm an average guy with an over the top sense of humor. I've only been with one woman in my life and she wanted to kill me; like I said too many jokes. But I'd spent a good amount of time away from beautiful women. It was around lunchtime at my favorite coffee shop and this insane girl walks in upset wearing this eye-blinding outfit and had pink hair that seemed to be over washed because of how brittle it looked (even from afar). She approached me with the the most daunting eyes.

"Can I help you?"

She finally spoke. I'm sure she heard me laugh a little at her entrance. But as soon as she got closer I realized she was crying. So I offered her a seat. All I wanted was to wipe off the crazy makeup and throw this girl into the bathtub.

What did she look like normally?

"Why do you look like that?"

I didn't wanna sound rude but shit what else was I suppose to say to a crazy dressed girl with attitude who I became way too curious about.

"I'm a model. Davina Claire, ever heard of me?"

I had never heard of her. But besides that somewhere along the introductions her sadness dispersed.