Romans & histoires Red Pfp

Cara moves to the man in a red kimono put her right arm around his shoulders and then plants a kiss on his cheeks as Xavier takes the picture. Xavier throws the phone back which almost slipped off Mario's hands. "This is perfect," Mario says as he looks at this picture, "Going to post, what's your I*******m username?" Cara tells him. Talking about social media, Cara has over 500k followers on Twitter and 1.2 million on I*******m. It's crazy how popular she is now like it's a dream. But Hey, it's the price you pay for being Alexander Black's fake girlfriend.

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His face makes me sick. I scrolled through I*******m, looking for new followers. I noticed a familiar username that followed me and hearted my posts. Wait. Rile Win as in Prince Rile of the Win I can't say he's fake because the username has a blue sticker as proof that he's verified by I*******m and not fake. He followed me for real! Wow! I never knew Prince Rile personally. Although we have a mutual friend, I have never laid hands on him. He's a man of coolness as I've heard. He served the British military when he was eighteen, the youngest pilot from posh MileCollege.

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And speaking of the Prime minister, he had not arrived yet. "You are a vodka type, not gin, huh?" He seemed interested in talking to me. "Each day and its choice." I grinned. I pushed my hair to one side shoulder to expose a fake tattoo on my neckline. It was there for a purpose. I had a hell of a day coming up with the new me. The reason why I went for red was that it was attractive, it could call in any man at any time. I had to fake everything and that included my name when booking a VIP seat in the club.

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And finally, the large poster placed awkwardly at the top of the bed. The poster was a bit crooked and was tearing at the edges. It was a pic of a handsome man striking a pose on a stage. His red hair fell messily over his face, so she couldn’t make out his appearance properly. He was sticking out his tongue and had an array of piercings decorating his ears and lower lip. A K-pop idol. Maya knew they called them that because Nia had been obsessed with them at one point.