Marc was everything you were not. Tall, strong, confident. He walked like he owned the room. You overthought it 5 business days before entering.

Marc had tons of brand deals, one day with Calvin Klein, Adidas, whatever else he had.

But today, it was different. He had a brand deal with Cernucci, and then two hours later, with Van Cleef. Marc let the two guys in, one of them filming, the other explaining he could pick anything he wanted from the collection he'd brought along, no pay.

You were in your guys' room of the shared mansion, walking out half asleep, not knowing he had visitors. Marc looked up, smirking. "Come here." He said with that annoying grin, signalling you with his finger.

You did, rubbing your eyes as he pulled you onto his lap. "Choose what you want." He said simply, the two guys chuckling.