Chapter 4 4

As Cahlia returned home, nightfall had already fallen. In the living area, the lads were gathered around the couches. Isaac sits on an L-shaped sofa, with his back to the TV, while Thomas and Oliver are on another couch and Lucas and Elijah on yet another.

Cahlia removed her coat and hung it on the rack as she stepped into the front door.

"Hey," she yelled out.

It's in this room, Lucas declared.

After entering the living room, Cahlia and Isaac took seats across from each other on the sofa. Taking a picture-filled file out of her backpack, she set it on the floor. She took out each image one by one, studied each for a moment, and then said, "Ew." She retrieved another and said the word, "Ew." This was something she repeated until she had examined all ten images. She held them in her hands for a moment before Isaac grabbed them.

"Hey!" she exclaimed.

"I want to see." He glanced over the photographs while grinning at her.

He examined every image. Calvin Klein used Cahlia as a model. Cahlia wore nothing but her underpants in the photo. The bra was styled to complement the red and lace pants. Some of the pictures show her standing with other men, while others show her standing alone. Her nipple piercings and belly button piercings were both pretty noticeable.

"Well, I think these are wonderful." According to him. He beamed at her once more.

After Oliver took the photos from Isaac and him, Thomas looked at them with shock.

Curiosity got the best of Elijah, and he snatched the photos from Oliver. It astounded him.

Lucas moaned when he noticed them. What he didn't realize was that she was a model in some capacity.

I don't understand how you can get away with that. You're a teenager. "I said," he declared.

"Give me those." Elijah had them taken from him by her. "I was employed in France, a different place entirely."

"How'd you get the piercings?" Then Isaac grinned. This is now his only option.

"I know people who know people." She grinned.

"How many piercings do you have all together?" Thomas inquired.

"Uh... 19, I think." "She said," she muttered.

"You have 19 piercings?" Oliver inquired.

"Setting the earpieces in different positions. On my belly, in my nipples, in two places on my nose, and in my septum. You have no clue how excruciatingly painful it was for me to get my five tattoos.

"Five tattoos?" "Mr. Lucas?" he inquired.

You may have noticed that I'm sporting three flowers above my thigh in the previous photos. On my left wrist rests a love heart; on my back of the neck rests a quote; on my hip rests a crescent moon; and on the right side of my rib cage are two daisies.

"What does the quote say?" Elijah inquired.

"The sun, the moon, the truth is, it's something the principal of my boarding school told me to say whenever I would get angry." In a suspicious manner, everyone glanced at one another. "It's written in Spanish, though." "She said," she muttered.

"Why Spanish?" Oliver inquired.

"You didn't hear it from Lucas? Our mother met our father in Spain, so we have Spanish ancestry.

I take it you can speak three languages well. Are you three-lingual?

"Yep, French, Spanish, and English; I began learning a bit of Welsh, too, but I never finished learning."

"How smart are you?" Elijah inquired.

"I have a general IQ of about 170." Then she shrugged.

"OK, can we stop building up your ego?" "Mr. Lucas?" he inquired.

"Yes, I would rather not talk about myself all night." "She said," she muttered.

Saying, "I wouldn't mind," Isaac agreed.

"I am going to get a shower because I am disgusting." After getting to her feet, she gathered her belongings and left the room.

"Lucasmm, your sister is so hot." A groan from Isaac as he dipped his head back onto the couch.

"I know; you've told me countless times. Over the past six hours, may I include? "Lucas said," he said.

"Well, I mean, he's not exactly wrong," exclaimed Oliver.

"I need to use the restroom," Thomas announced. Standing up, he smacked Oliver twice on the thigh.