~Becklan's POV~
I hit search and stared at the screen. The answer that flickered back was simple, stark, and terrifying.
"Love."
"Love?" I read the word out loud, my voice cracking in the empty room.
I threw the phone across the bed as if it had burned me. "Never," I whispered fiercely to the shadows. "I can never fall in love with a man like him. Never."
I pulled the covers over my head, trying to hide from the truth, but the word lingered in the air, mocking me.
I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my mind to go blank until I finally drifted into a restless sleep.
The next morning, I was awake before dawn. I couldn't afford to be late, not on my first day. After a quick shower, I stood staring at my clothes, reality settling in. I only had a handful of outfits, and none of them looked like they belonged in a professional modeling environment.
