Chase FeddellMature

“Ok, can you just give me a little smile? Perfect, that’s perfect.”

“Thanks. Is that it for today?”

“No, I’d like a few more photos with you looking over your shoulder.”

“Sure.”

She turns, and just before her head swings round, spilling out those gorgeous brown curls, I sneak a quick glance at her ass. Beautiful.

“That’s great. Well, I think that’s it for tonight Indya. Tomorrow, same time to finish off?”

“Yeah, thanks for this Chase.”

“No problem. And your new manager is paying me after all.”

“True.” Indya leans over my desk and I breathe in her smell. “You want to grab a drink?”

“Sure.”

“Come on then.”

 

I collapse back on my bed and stare at the ceiling. God she’s gorge. But no, she’s straight. There is no way. If only. My phone buzzes. Argh, not now!

“Mum hey, what’s up?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“Your father.”

“Mum seriously, I’m not in the mood to hear about him right now.”

“Look, it’s just that I thought you ought to know, before your father left us, he told me he had another kid. In America.”

“What the hell mum? Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I thought you might want to meet her.”

“Why would I want to?”

“Look Chase, I’m not in the mood. I’ve text you her number. If you want to make contact, do it.” She hung up. My mum and I haven’t talked for a while, ever since she discovered I liked women. It wasn’t something that was ‘normal’ for her. I rolled back on the bed. A half sister? Well, it didn’t surprise me. Dad was always sleeping around. Proper slut of a man. That’s why I’d never be like him.

Hey, why not find out about this girl? I sift through my messages and find the one from mum. Number. Call.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Hello?”

“Um hey, my name is Chase Fiddell.”

“Chase? I don’t think I know a Chase.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Ok, then how did you get this number?”

“My mum gave it to me. And your dad gave it to her.”

“Why would he do that? He hasn’t spoken to me for years.” Same here girly.

“Well, apparently, we’re half sisters.” There’s a silence.

“Alright, I can believe you on that. So what do you want?”

“I dunno. My mum just said she thinks I ought to know you.”

“Well I’m in America babe so unless you’re here, that isn’t going to happen.”

“Actually, I’m flying over to Hollywood to do a photo shoot for a magazine on Saturday. But you know, if you don’t want to meet...”

“Why not? The worst that can happen is that we hate each other and never speak again right?”

“Yeah...”

“Well then I’ll see you. Call me when you get here and we’ll arrange a meeting.”

“Oh, ok.”

“Bye.”

“Wait! What’s your name?”

“Rosalita.”

Beep.

The End

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