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He looked good. Hair impeccably styled to make it look casual. Well cut suit and shoes that were conservative enough to not look audacious but out there enough to give him a fashionable edge.
He smiled when he saw her and only the slightest hints of lines crinkled the edge of his eyes. IGirl guessed botox but perhaps he just aged well.
“You’re not leaving already?”
IGirl looked him over and weighed up the idea of sleeping with him….. again.
Mark was an element of her past that had made his way back into her present. Or perhaps she had made her way into his, either way neither of them were going anywhere.
An agent and occasional producer she had met him as a teenager, a naïve model hopeful trying to making it big. He was charming and exciting and successful and she went out of her way to make him notice her.
Eventually he did and there was probably about a year’s worth of mistrustful dating, sex and mind fucking before he dumped her for another model.
The model he dumped her for was three years older than she was and had fat thighs. It made her feel worse because he hadn’t chosen someone better looking than she was, he had chosen someone closer to his own age, more interesting to him.
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