"N-n-n-n-o. That can't be right. I specifically said that I never want to work with him ever again," I say.
"Sorry, Ariana. But either you get fired, or you suck it up," she says. I'm beyond scared right now. I decided to call Justin so he can calm me down.
"So I'm at this photoshoot and it's for men's cologne, and I'm modeling with...with Drake," I say. No reply.
"Justin? Are you there?" I ask.
"Listen Ari, you just need to breathe and it will be over before you know it. We can get some lunch afterwards ok?"
"Ok love you bye," I say.
"Love you too," he says. I hang up. I've seen adds for men's cologne, they're very sexual. First of all I'm in a bikini, second of all, Drake Bell wants to pretty much rape me, third of all, I have a boyfriend.
The shoot is on the beach.
"Ok let's go!" The photographer says. I take off my robe and see Drake smirking at me.
"Ok Drake, can you hug Ari from behind and rub your hands on her upper thighs? Perfect! Oh and kiss her neck! Ari, you look scared! You need to look sexy!" he yells. I'm trying but I feel way too uncomfortable right now. I try my best and apparently it worked. We finished early, and I got get changed. I see a note taped to my door.
If you ever need a break from Bieber, call me.
Never in a million years would I ever call him