{"id":251425,"date":"2026-07-13T01:15:46","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:15:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/all-i-ever-wanted-laura-devine\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T01:15:46","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:15:46","slug":"all-i-ever-wanted-laura-devine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/all-i-ever-wanted-laura-devine\/","title":{"rendered":"All I Ever Wanted – Laura Devine"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cHi.\u201d I force my voice to sound breezy. \u201cSorry, I didn\u2019t mean to snoop.\u201d \u201cAll good.\u201d Jackson shrugs, his eyes drifting to the desk quickly. He steps behind me, so close that my head would rest against his chest if I leaned back. His arms could wrap around my waist like they had last night.<\/p>\n

I start to drift, but before I make contact, I remember who we are to each other and stand up straight. \u201cI had this one.\u201d I point to the Teen People magazine. \u201cIt was my first cover,\u201d he says, proudly. I look up at him. He is still insanely attractive, unfairly so, but his face has hardened over time. His jaw more defined, cheeks less rosy, eyes not as bright, somehow.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou look so young.\u201d \u201cYeah.\u201d His brow wrinkles. An emotion flashes in his eyes but quickly dis- appears. \u201cCome on. Let\u2019s get out of here.\u201d He escorts me out of the room, and when he shuts the door behind us, I hear the switch of the lock. \u201cYou sleep well?\u201d \u201cYeah, I did,\u201d I reassure him, since it looks like he had been waiting for confirmation.<\/p>\n

He nods quickly, pleased that I gave him the positive answer he was look- ing for, but he doesn\u2019t look at me. I get the odd sense of avoidance when he makes his way around the kitchen, grabbing things for breakfast. He starts talking, but I don\u2019t really register where the conversation is going, trying to gauge the sudden mood change this morning from the person I fell asleep with last night. \u201cI want you to come with me.\u201d I sit up straighter on the barstool. \u201cSorry, I missed that part.<\/p>\n

Where are we going?\u201d \u201cMy premiere for Annihilation.\u201d \u201cA premiere? As in a red-carpet movie premiere?\u201d \u201cThat will be the one,\u201d he says dryly. \u201cI will mostly be doing press, but for the premiere, I\u2019d like to have you there. We haven\u2019t officially confirmed our relationship, so it would be good for publicity.\u201d My shoulders sag at the clarification behind his words. The long glances from the night before, his hand slipping under my shirt, coasting up my stomach, are immediately erased.<\/p>\n

His businesslike proposal to attend his premiere reminds me again exactly why he wants me around. It\u2019s all for show. I let the reminder sit like a hard rock in my stomach. \u201cYeah, of course,\u201d I mutter under my breath, feeling like a prop again. \u201cI can help you get a dress.\u201d My heart catches at the insinuation, that I won\u2019t be able to afford one that would warrant a red-carpet appearance.<\/p>\n

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ISBN (paperback): 979-8-9930496-1-8 ISBN (ebook): 979-8-9930496-0-1 1kitap1.com\/en To the Big Three. Without you, there is no me. 1kitap1.com\/en \u201cI want the fairytale.\u201d \u2013 Pretty Woman 1kitap1.com\/en I\u2019 CHAPTER 1 Cassie m used to playing perfect. It\u2019s a role I know well. Perfect smile, perfect pose and the perfect camera angle to capture it all in a single, effortless moment. I\u2019ve built an entire career on the fanta- sy of it all. Reality, I know, is much worse. My hair is structured in gel, my face caked in makeup, and as I dip back to pose, a sharp pain shoots up my spine from the rigid posture I\u2019ve been forced to hold all afternoon while strapped into six-inch heels.<\/p>\n

After booking various one-off jobs, this one seemed slightly more promis- ing. Power Beauty has some brand recognition, even if the product was found- ed by Daria Carter, a wannabe beauty influencer whose only talent came from having rich parents. \u201cCan you give us some non-smiling photos?\u201d The photographer instructs, his eyes drifting to my chest. I\u2019ve already walked out of his grasp three sepa- rate times over the course of the afternoon when his hands lingered on parts of my body he had no business touching.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis teen beauty queen thing you\u2019re giving me, isn\u2019t working.\u201d I suppress an eye roll at the sudden change of direction. When I arrived on set this morning, I had been given explicit instruction to appeal to the younger age group while the model next to me was selling to the late twen- ty\u2019s demographic. I have a feeling the photographer\u2019s change of direction has more to do with the fact that I didn\u2019t let him touch me longer than a few seconds, but I try to ignore it.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s not the first time I\u2019ve dealt with wandering hands, or eyes, for that matter. I force a smile. \u201cSure, no problem.\u201d I step to the side at the same time a producer grabs my shoulders, angling me into a new position. One of the various interns powders my face, some- one else tightens my ponytail. I wince when I feel the sharp tug in the mid- dle of my scalp. All afternoon I\u2019ve been trying not to study the movements of the more experienced model next to me.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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