Catwalk Love

A/N: So YESH! I have finally gotten the balls to post this chapter and try to continue the story! I hope you all like this chapter and yes.. I adopted this from Love2WriteDealwithIt.

CHAPTER TEN

Theresa Gray

My breath hitched when Will began to pull the straps of my backless dress down. Never had someone made me feel like this. He lit the fire that I, for so many years, believed that I just didn't exsist in me. Is it even possible for me to love someone like him?

Somehow he just pranced into my world and started to flip it in ways that I just didn't like, but also sort of excited me a little. I had modeled with my other male partners, but none of them held a spark to what Will did.

snap. snap. snap. snap.

The camera is just flashing away, but I hardly notice it anymore. All my attention is on Will at the moment.

I pressed the front of my dress to my collarbone to prevent it from falling. Will feathered kisses all over the exposed skin of my back. My insides felt like melting into butter. It feels almost as if he actually loves me when he kisses me, but then again, I remember that all he wants is to get in my panties. He doesn't really love me.. No one really can.

With one hand holding my dress to my body, I reached behind me and tangled my fingers in his soft black hair. Tilting my head off to the side, his lips find the curve of my neck and gently kiss and suck. The moans that leave my lips are ones that I'm hoping nobody knows are real. What he does to me is incredible.

"Tessa.." I hear my name come out in a whisper off his lips. "Look at me."

I turn my body around and press into him. I look lovingly into his eyes as our foreheads gently press together, like the way a young couple might do as if their madly in love with one another.

Softly sliding his hands into my tresses, he pulls me in for a soft kiss. Ever so slowly it builds deeper. Soon, I feel a hand leave my hair and travel down the small of my back. All of a sudden, I'm leaning back in a dip. Not once did he break that kiss. This kiss really did feel different. It really feels like he actually loves me. There's so much affection and passion. It's hard to fake that kind of passion. I learned that from past experences.

Pulling away, I hear Marshall clap in approval. "Well done my little love birds. Very real and convincing. Go get changed and we will discuss and look over the pictures."

"Miss Gray, may I see you for a moment?" Magnus asks.

"Of course, Magnus." I walk over to the desk where he is sitting.

"I am so impressed with your work. I would love to do more shoots with you and William. The images are phenominal and absolutely stunning. I have done many shoots with you, but I can honestly say that this is the best shoot you've done for me. Well done Theresa."

"Thank you Magnus. I'm glad your happy with the results of the shoot. I look forword to more shoots with you."

"Likewise. Now go get changed so we can go through these lovely pictures."

I headed back to my dressing room and slid the dress the rest of the way off. Hanging it up, I sat down and slid the heels off my feet. Giving them a quick rub, I slid on a pair of light blue yoga pants and a white loose-fitting, broken in t-shirt. Turning to the mirror, I took a make-up wipe and gently took off all the make up. Twisting my hair into a top knot, I slid my sandals on and left the room.

I went to the room where the photos were sent to be viewed. Sitting in the room was Magnus, Marshall, and, of course, Will. They all surrounded the screen while Magnus flipped through the pictures.

"Good timing Tessa. We're just looking through the pre-shots." I sat down with the others for about 2 full hours looking all the pictures from all the different photo sessions. I found myself very satisfied with the first two shoots, which were greet and play, and the shots we picked.

As for the last shoot. I tried to steer them all towards the less risky images, but the risky pictures are the ones that everyone is liking the most. Eventually, I just give in. Sighing in defeat, I let them use the pictures that they want.

"Well done everybody. That's a wrap for today. Tessa tell your mother that I will send over the images from the last couple shoots. I know that she likes to have your pictures for your portfolio." Marshall says as he slides on his jacket.

"I shall do so, Marshall." I grab my bag and start for the door with Will following right behind me. I pulled out my phone and texted my mom telling her what Marshall had told me.

"Nice work Tessa. Very convincing and extremely sexy." I roll my eyes at his comment.

"Thanks. You weren't so bad yourself." I'm going to regret this comment aren't I.

"I know. Its a natural gift and I'm completely charming and irrestiable." Yes. Yes I do regret that comment. "I don't know about you, but working with you for hours without a break takes a lot of energy and to put it bluntly, I'm famished."

He's not wrong. I'm quite hungry myself, but being a model and all, I'm on a "special" diet thanks to my mother. I tend to ignore the feeling and just carry on with my life as is.

"You can go and eat. I'm going to head back to my apartement to rest up."

"Whatever you say Tessa. Whatever you say." he walks off in the opposite direction and I catch a cab back to the apartment complex.

"Good Evening Miss Gray."Max kindly greeted me.

"Hello Max." I offered a small smile for him and continued to the elevator.

The ride up to the penthouse was quiet. Something bothered me about the letter and the rose. If it wasn't Mortmain who sent me the letter and flower, then, who was it? That one year had given me enough hell to last me a lifetime. I don't need another stalker like that.

Digging my apartment keys out, I walked in and found that the atmosphere was unusual. Heading staright for the kitchen, I found a black envelope with my name in white script on the front. I wasn't doing this alone. I picked up my phone and dialed Jessamine.

It rang a couple times then she picked up with a tired sounding "Hello?"

"Jessamine. I know its late but I need you to be over here right now. Please. Its happening again." All the tiredness left her as she said "I'll be right over. Don't do anything till I get there."

And like that she hung up. She didn't live that far, but this is a mater of keeping my sanity or losing it. Minutes later there was a kncok on the door. I rushed to it thinking it was Jessamine. I was wrong.

A man dressed in a simple waist coat and trousers stood at the doorway holding a black box with a red ribbon tied in an elegant bow with an envelope.

"Theresa Gray?" the man asked.

"Yes. Can I help you?" I asked.

"Yes. I need you to sign this." he pulled out a clipboard and a pen. I signed the paper and took the package.

"Have a good night Miss Gray." he started down the hall.

"Excuse me sir?" I call for him.

"Yes, Miss?" he turned to face me.

"Who is this from? Do you know?" I ask hoping for a simple answer, but no.

"I'm sorry Miss, but it's our policy to keep purchases private. I can't tell you even if I wanted to miss. I'm sorry."

It's fine, Sir. Thank you for your time."

"Good night Miss Gray."

Shutting the door, I set the box on the counter with the envelope and continue waiting for Jessamine. Another minute, later another knock is at the door and this time it is Jessamine. She's dressed in sweatpants and a tanktop with flip-flops.

"You didn't open anything did you?" she questioned.

"No. I didn't. I did take your advice and went to jail to see if Mortmain wrote me that letter and sent the rose, but it wasn't him. He would write, but the guards wouldn't send the letters."

"Tessa. You know what this means right?" Jessamine and I shared a long and suffering look.

"I know." I cast a glance outside my apartment window and watched as the skies darkened and the rain started to fall.

William Herondale

The way Tessa sounded when we did that shoot, felt so very real. almost as if she enjoyed all those things I did to her. As if she really wanted me to continue doing what I was doing. There had only ever been one girl that I ever cared about. Clarissa. When she died, I buried all my feeling with her.

It happened so many years ago, but it still feels like it happened yesterday. Her eyes and face are so haunting. I see them in my dreams and , now, in reality. When ever I look at Tessa, I can see her face, her smile. Those beautiful eyes remind me of Clarissa so much. I had only ever loved her.

I haven't been able to love another girl like her since then. Her death was my undoing. Sure I can charm girls with my looks and personality, but I haven't fallen for a single one them..until now.

Tessa

Her name rings in my head. I can still feel the softness of her lips, her skin. So sweet and tender. Silently, I watch from inside a cafe as the streets continue to move and bustle about their lives as the rain starts to fall.

Finishing my tea and scone, I left the payment on the table and started back for the apartments. I need to know if I really could possibly love Tessa or if its just my horomones getting the best of me and my judgement.

"Good Evening Mr. Herondale." I barely heard Max greet me when I walked into the apartment building. The ride up the apartment elevator seemed to least forever. The little noises like a baby crying in a buggy next to me with a woman trying to calm him down or the ramble of a bussiness man on a cell phone yelling at his employee for his or her incompitence didn't seem to bother me at all.

Sure I had kissed Tessa, but I never felt as if it really meant anything. I did believe it was real at one point, but then I realize that she doesn't really love me and that everything that she's doing is for the photoshoot. I keep telling myself over and over that she doesn't really feel this way and she's just a good actress and model.

I have to figure this out now. I got off the elevator and ran for the stairs, taking them two at a time, until I'm at the door of Tessa's apartment. Softly knocking on the door, A second later a girl with pale blonde hair answered the door.

"Will? What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I have to see Tessa."

"Now's not a good time -" I ignored the rest of her statement and brushed past her and found Tessa on the couch with her knees tucked under her chin. Her eyes red and puffy like she had been crying.

"Tessa. What's the matter?" I sat down next to her on the couch.

"You wouldn't understand, Will. You have no idea what's going on." she whispered out.

"Tessa if you tell me I could help you-"

"NO! You don't get it do you Will? This is bigger than the both of us. You. Do. Not Understand. This. Any of it."

A/N: I am so sorry that it took so long for me to update this, but I just recently adopted this story and I wanted to make sure that I could make this chapter as good as the rest as to not embarress myself on the internet. (I'm literally praying that this isn't crap) I hope you all liked this and I am so grateful for those of you who have put up with my delayed update. Thanks for reading.

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