which fic do we want first in the senator/president!baelor world?
I have an idea for senator!Baelor and an idea for President!Baelor. The 2 fics are quite similar in all fairness, but there are differences and the vibes will be a little different because one will be about senator!baelor campaigning and the other is about him already as the president.
Senator!Baelor x Social Media Intern!reader
Fresh-faced and ready to face the world, Reader has just gotten a dream internship with a presidential campaign, an amazing opportunity she can put on her CV and will give her valuable experience in the field. She joins up and on her first day meets Senator Baelor Targaryen, the man she technically works for. He is so charming and charismatic and she is instantly putty for him.
As days go on and she finds her footing, she ends up working late at the office, purely because of her drive and determination, not realising that the only other person who stays as late as she does is Senator Baelor himself...
2. President!Baelor x PR Rep!reader
After the inauguration, President Baelor is filling his cabinet and gathering his dream team. While Reader has experience in the field, she is young and fresh and has not had such a high-profile role before. Reader is hired to work in the PR and Media Team to ensure the image of this Presidency is fresh and accessible to all demographics across platforms. This means she ends up working with President Baelor often to create content, and then this grows to an even larger advisory role on the more general image of the president and his administration.
During a large media meeting, her and President Baelor end up alone during the break, and he engages in conversation with her (initially to be polite, then it grows with intrigue). Slowly, through public and private interactions, they develop a rapport, and there is a growing tension between them.
[My art is in the middle the left & right art are from the official games]
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𖹭.ᐟ Made: 5.29.2026
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🎀 I went over to my mom's bosses house to help watch her daughter and drew these! It's cute how they said I was good at drawing and my mom said I'm artistic even though I'm not really. I drew it without reference and still trying to figure out my OC Mai’s re-design so I apologize if these are bad!!
🎀 I am still working on other art works and even made a new YouTube channel because I have to deal with a st@lker. I've been working on two arts since January. I want to start drawing more but I get so nervous because I don't like my art being used for AI.
🎀 I've been pretty busy though. I should really focus on finishing up my new reference sheet for my OC [Mai]. I am still kinda nervous to post my art and start up a new YouTube channel due to my past experiences but I am trying to heal from that.
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⚠️ I used to draw & post my art online a lot during 2017-2019 but then deleted everything including my accounts for my mental health & focusing on myself so my art skills are kinda rusty. ⚠️
⚠️ I've been a V3 Riako Soulbonder since 2017!! It's a big comfort to me and I am very passionate about the characters! ⚠️
⚠️ I created a new YouTube channel to do speed paints again and subliminals to start fresh. My old channel had to deal with a st@lker who constantly copied me and won't leave me alone. It sucks. I need to restart my entire following because of this. ⚠️
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THIS A 100% ORIGINAL STORY WRITTEN BY ME THAT IS NOT MEANT TO BE COPIED OR REBLOGGED FOR YOUR OWN PERSONAL USE OR GAIN, BUT I APPRECIATE THE READ FOR SURE. THIS SERIES WILL CONTAIN SCENES OF COARSE LANGUAGE, SEXUAL SITUATIONS, INTENSE VIOLENCE, HEAVY TOPICS, AND SUGGESTIVE DIALOGUE
An AnyaRaineFanfictionEnt/AnyaRaineEntertainment Original
AB 1/4/2024
LOS RICOS
SEASON 1 EPISODE 2: Dinner Party
*Aphrodite wakes up from her nap as the sun begins to set over the city*
Aphrodite: Fuck…one of these days I’m gonna listen to my friends. Now I obligated myself to this bullshit. I might as well get dressed…
*She puts on her shapewear and her halter pink bandage bodycon dress with ruffle bottom. She slides on her Jimmy Choo mule pups with the crystal strap. She even adorns her body with some fine diamond jewelry. A tennis bracelet, diamond chandelier earrings, and a little tennis necklace*
*After refreshing her makeup, she’s ready to go*
*She walks out of her condo, descends the elevator, and gets in her car*
Aphrodite: Here I fucking go again.
*She mentally prepares herself as she makes the journey across town*
*She’s contemplating turning around to be honest. Her friends warned her, even Samuel warned her, but before she knows it, she’s arriving to the place she grew up in*
*No turning back now*
*Aphrodite pulls up to a large mansion. Too big for the occupants within the walls*
*So many cars have pulled in front and on the sides of the Lawrence estate*
*Aphrodite pulls in and parks her car far away and is approaching the home that gets bigger the closer she gets to it*
*However, before she gets to the steps, she is stopped by a voice*
Woman’s voice: Aphrodite?
Aphrodite: *Turning towards the voice* Aunt Kelli! How are you!?
*She goes to embrace the woman that called to her as well as the bearded Caucasian man with her*
Aphrodite: Uncle Layton, it’s good to see you too.
Kelli: Are you sure about going into the lion’s den?
Aphrodite: I’m here for the leads really. There’s some big time potential clients here.
Kelli: You know that Hera uses that against you, your mother knows how to trap you.
Aphrodite: In my heart, I know this, but I can’t let her win.
Layton: Just be careful, my niece.
*Aphrodite along with her aunt and uncle go to the door where the most pretentious sounding doorbell is rung*
*The butler lets them into the mansion and escorted to the ballroom where the party is taking place. Chattering voices and classical music fill Aphrodite’s ears as she spots several people she recognizes among the crowd of powerful people*
*Her mother, Hera, her father, Cartier, her sister Athena, her brother Apollo…and her cousin Shiloh, who is close to Athena especially.*
Hera: Kelli, Layton…eyesore…
Kelli: Stop being rude to my niece, Hera.
Hera: I’m only speaking the truth, Kelli. She’s an eyesore. An ugly, miserable eyesore
Kelli: Stop it right now…Aphrodite, leave us be for a moment.
Distinguished man: Ah, this your daughter Aphrodite. You hardly talk about her. She’s the brilliant investment banker people talk about, and she’s absolutely lovely.
Hera: Her? Really? My daughter Athena is…
Cartier: Hera, stop, now.
Hera: I was talking to Mr. Kensington…dear…
Mr. Kensington: In fact, I do have a matter that I’d like to discuss with her for a moment. I’m sure her extensive knowledge and brilliance can aid me in a financial matter.
Aphrodite: Certainly Mr. Kensington.
Hera: Mr. Kensington, before you leave, how about we discuss a future outing between your son Louis and my gorgeous daughter, Athena?
*As Aphrodite leaves with the distinguished gentleman to talk important financial matters, Hera grows angrier by the minute because he straight up ignored what Hera said even though he heard her*
Hera: I can’t stand this…it’s all going awry.
Cartier: No, it isn’t.
Hera: I’ll fix this. *She clinks her glass loudly* Attention everyone…thank you for attending this evening’s gala. I am so honored to have all of our distinguished guests attend, as it draws to an unfortunate close, my family, my beautiful daughter Athena, and I thank you very much for attending.
*The crowd begins to disperse, the area where Aphrodite is talking to Mr. Kensington is far from the action taking place*
Mr. Kensington: Well, Ms. Lawrence, thank you for your time, I will be contacting you in the future for certain.
Aphrodite: Anytime you want to set up an appointment, just get in touch.
Mr. Kensington: Certainly. It looks like it is time to take my leave, good night, Aphrodite.
*He gets up and leaves. She sits there for a second before getting up to leave*
*She realizes everyone else has left, and makes her way through the side and to the front near the stairs leading down*
*Athena stomps over to her and shoves her but barely moves her*
Athena: Where do you think you’re going, bitch! You think you’re gonna come in, upstage ME and then walk out!?
Aphrodite: I’m not doing this shit right now, Athena. Everything is not about you despite what the wicked bitch of the house says. I came here for my own reasons and none of them was to compete with you.
Athena: Yeah, you may have met Mr. Kensington for business, but I will someday be Mrs. Trevor Kensington someday. He’s heir to millions of dollars and I will be a kept queen. And you’ll still be wasting away at your career. University and success doesn’t keep you warm at night. You haven’t had a man in your adult life. A brief fling at age fifteen doesn’t count. The guys in school bet on bagging the fat chick, and you bit like the popular guys would ever publicly claim banging your ass.
Aphrodite: Excuse me if I chose to grow up and do something with my life other than work at a club shaking my ass for every man that comes along in homes of nabbing a wealthy VIP patron. It doesn’t take a motherfuckin genius to open your legs to every man that has some money. By the way, Mr. Kensington shaded you when he didn’t even respond to that bitch’s comment about you and his son. Just like you and Jamal Kingston, the basketball player. He got you pregnant, made you get rid of it and then dropped your ass. Your life isn’t perfect.
Athena: That was then and this is now. I have infinite options unlike YOU. Who was Miss Teen US? Me. Mother was right, maybe if you took the sleeve when she offered it to you for free and maybe, just maybe lightened your skin a little, you could compete with me. Mr. Kensington complementing your ugly ass was a fluke.
Aphrodite: I don’t value looks like currency; I don’t need to get through life laying on my back like you do.
Athena: What the fuck did you say bitch? *Right in Aphrodite’s face*
Aphrodite: Get the fuck out of my face breathing dick scent in my nostrils, you can’t kick my ass, I will drop you and you know it.
Shiloh: Hey, hey…*She comes into full view* You need to back off of my favorite cousin, hatin ass hoe.
Aphrodite: Don’t you have problems to worry about? Like your baby daddy not acknowledging your existence? Three kids and he pretends like he doesn’t exist despite you making your kids call him dad? He was married the whole time, even raising his wife’s kid by another man along with his son with her but not any of his three girls with you. What’s to hate on?
Hera: That is enough! Get the fuck out of here Aphrodite. You’re an ugly and useless disgrace that I should have given up for adoption or worse!
Kelli: Hera! Enough!
Shiloh: So, my mom can defend this fat useless bitch but not me!?
Layton: You made your own bed with your decision to keep having children with Byron, Shiloh, Aphrodite only finished what you brought to her and told the truth.
Aphrodite: The fact that you even have kids being the evil, conniving and enabling that you are should have been deemed child abuse.
Apollo: Git yo motherfuckin ass outta here ugly ass bitch!
Aphrodite: Shut your broke ass up. If you stopped spending every dime you made on flexing for all these dudes and these groupies, you would actually have money in the damn bank. You still are so dependent on mom and dad’s money and mostly lay on your ass all day instead of learning how to fucking budget. What, no more rebuttals? No more digs at me?
Hera: It’s so painfully obvious that you are jealous of Athena’s beauty and Apollo’s success. Take your sorry ass back to your empty ass condo you live in. I fucking hate you! Ruining my party like this and you attack your betters, plus, you continue to tarnish my image with your hideous face!
Aphrodite: My friends were right; you are an insufferable bitch that doesn’t value anyone you can’t use or live through. Someone else I know even said that you are a horrible mother who doesn’t see the value in me, they’re all right. You know what? You’re going to reap what you sew one day. One day you’ll look in the mirror once everything around you has fallen apart and you’ll see a bitter old bitch still mad about her own failures.
Hera: Get. Out. Now.
Aphrodite: Gladly.
*Aphrodite leaves her family’s mansion, gets into her car and drives off, not looking back at the family who were surely exchanging heated words about her behind her back again*
*Aphrodite needs someone as tears sting her eyes. No one was available because they were busy with one thing or another or asleep after work exhaustion*
*Samuel was the one person who could call, so she did*
Samuel: Hey Didi…
Aphrodite: Did you just call me Didi?
Samuel: Yeah. Somethin wrong with that?
Aphrodite: No, it’s just no one’s ever give me a nickname, Sammy.
Samuel: What’s going on?
Aphrodite: Party was a disaster, my family basically ripped into me again, except my Aunt Kelli and Uncle Layton was there this time. They actually care for me. I don’t get why my mother hates me and turned my siblings against me when all I ever tried to was be a good sister…a good daughter…All she ever tells me is that I’m ugly and she wishes I was never born because of it. That’s why she hates me…I…I…need to pull over.
*She pulls over safely, but shakily. She begins to completely bawl while on the phone*
*He stays there the whole time. She’s ready to drive now*
Samuel: Where do you live?
Aphrodite: Why?
Samuel: Look, just tell me, I have something for you to see tomorrow. I know it’s the weekend but…
Aphrodite: Rhode Beach High Rise Condominiums, Unit# 635.
Samuel: That’s not far from me at all to be honest.
Aphrodite: What time?
Samuel: I’ll be there bright and early about 7 am.
Aphrodite: Alright. I need to crash and get some sleep anyway; it’s been a rough night.
Samuel: Go ahead and rest your pretty little head. We have a lot ahead of us the next day.
*Aphrodite pulls into her condo building’s parking lot*
Aphrodite: Alright, I’ll hold you to it, ok. Good night Sammy.
Samuel: Good night, Didi.
*Call ends as she smiles for the briefest moment, her heart fluttering slightly before she composes herself and goes up to her unit. When she gets inside, she does her nightly routine*
*She sends a group text to all of her friends about the fight since they are either busy or asleep before she turns in*
*As she sleeps, she has a small smile on her face*
*Meanwhile in a luxury apartment across town*
*LaToya is inside waiting anxiously for someone to return*
*She’s sitting on her grey couch at first, then she progresses to lying down*
*Her disappointed sigh and annoyed expression says it all as she pulls out her cell phone and calls someone*
*After a few dial tones, the person picks up that she called*
Deep man’s voice: Hello?
LaToya: Bae, when the fuck are you coming home!?
Deep man’s voice: I told you already LaToya, in an hour.
LaToya: You said that four hours ago. I’ve been waiting all night for you. I made dinner and everything and I just had to put all the food away again. What the fuck is going on with you, Jeremiah!?
Jeremiah: Baby, you be workin late too. You be at a fashion show, on them movie shoots for longer than you said. You be going to them wrap parties and shit too, but I can’t work late?
LaToya: I’m a model and an actress but I’m able to make sure I have time for home outside of contracted shoots, you’re a music producer and you have appointments and deadlines. You don’t just squeeze anybody in.
Jeremiah: Working with artists like Vee Rollins, Delilah Franklin, and Sarae take a lot of time baby. I promise, I ain’t neglectin you or anything. You know I put in extra work for you and I to be comfortable baby and stay looking good, eatin good, and feelin good. I always make sure I think about home. I love you baby. How about tomorrow, we go and just spend the day together, just us. We been needin that.
LaToya: Yeah, yeah…you promised, and I’m holding you to it.
Jeremiah: Alright, get on to bed, Imma be home soon.
*The call ends and LaToya is filled with sad feelings and tears fall from her eyes as she drags herself off to bed*
*She curls up in her cold bed in fetal position rocking herself to sleep*
*Jeremiah comes home about two hours later, being careful to come in silently and creep into their shared apartment*
*Jeremiah creeps into the bedroom and straight into the shower*
*LaToya is a pretty heavy sleeper and doesn’t hear the shower water running*
*He showers and creeps into bed softly and eventually falls asleep*
*The next morning, Aphrodite at her home is up bright and early. Fresh and showered. She’s wearing a blue crop top and blue leggings, something she regularly lounges in*
*Her doorbell rings*
*It’s Samuel, right on time*
Aphrodite: Hey...
Samuel: Hey. I know you had a rough night and I wanted to make you feel better.
*He comes in with a bag and various other things*
Aphrodite: What’s in the bag?
Samuel: Groceries…I got up early and went to the store this morning. I’m going to cook breakfast for you this morning so you can relax.
Aphrodite: Oh, Thank you…that’s sweet of you.
Samuel: It’s no problem, I’ll do anything for you…anything for you to feel better about what happened.
*Aphrodite is feeling a fluttering feeling in her chest before once again pushing it down*
Aphrodite’s thoughts: Girl, he’s being nice. What the fuck are you getting flustered for? You know what? You know Samuel is too damn good for you anyway. Stop denying that this man is finer than a motherfucker…you know that he doesn’t prefer a woman like you. You know deep down your mother is right, you’re ugly and should’ve taken the sleeve. He’ll find his preference soon enough. Just enjoy his friendship.
Aphrodite: If you’re gonna do that…I’m at least gonna make coffee.
Samuel: I’d love that.
*The way the two are in the kitchen together seems so…right*
*They’re talking to each other so easily, and his thoughts are racing like hell*
Samuel’s thoughts: It feels so right being here with her. It feels like home. Just to think we were rivals and I did my best to come out on top over her at the firm. I wish she’d let me get on top of her now and give her something else firm. She’s so sexy, she smells good, she’s so brilliant, and her smile just lights up my whole world. We’re talking so effortlessly. She’s still holding back. I won’t give up you, Aphrodite. Your family may have given up on you, but I never will.
*Samuel plates up the entire breakfast*
Aphrodite’s thoughts: That is absolutely beautiful, the man knows his way around the kitchen for sure. Maybe we can cook together sometime…I should thank him somehow.
*Aphrodite hugs him*
*He slowly hugs back*
Aphrodite: Thank you for this, Sammy.
Samuel’s thoughts: And my old friends said that big girls weren’t sexy and said I was crazy for liking them…she’s so fuckin soft. Don’t grab her ass, Sammy. Aphrodite, please let me go before I get a fuckin hard on!
*She breaks the hug and decides to eat the meal before it gets cold. The fact that she is moaning the way she is about the taste of the food is not helping Samuel at all*
Samuel: I need to watch the new episode of ‘Hurt in Paradise’, it’s one hell of a show on the Flix.
Aphrodite: You watch that too!? It’s so good. Why don’t we clear up and watch it together?
Samuel: Doesn’t sound like a bad idea.
*Samuel ends up washing the dishes as Aphrodite finds the show*
*When he’s done, they settle in on her couch*
*As the show plays, she puts her had on his shoulder. He leans into her as well, almost absentmindedly*
*Meanwhile, LaToya in her apartment has let Jeremiah come in fuck her brains out in order to forget the fact that he isn’t doing what he used to do in the relationship*
*He is thrusting in her doggy style and he is hitting pretty deep, but not for her pleasure at all though it feels good to her in the moment*
LaToya: F-Fuck baby…oh my…fuckin…
Jeremiah: Shiiiiiit…I’m cummin baby…
*And he did, he motherfuckin finished before she did and pulled out. LaToya is unsatisfied like a motherfucker*
*He pulls out, rolls over and that’s it*
Jeremiah: You got that good good baby.
LaToya: Yeah…
Jeremiah: What’s wrong wit yo ass?
LaToya: Nothin. Shit.
*A few silent minutes go by as Jeremiah scrolls through his phone*
LaToya: Babe…let’s go out somewhere.
Jeremiah: We got everything we need in here, girl. You, me and the sheets.
LaToya: I’m tired of staying in. I wanna go out with you. Do you even love me?
Jeremiah: You know I do, I’m here right now ain’t I? Look baby, I love you. That’s why I work overtime, for us to stay comfortable. I just worked a whole lot more than I normally do. I’m just ready to kick back wit you today. Alright? I love you. So much.
*Jeremiah kisses her once more, throwing her back into a state of love and bliss as his phone on silent blows up over and over again on the bedside table with calls and texts*
*Samuel is still at Aphrodite’s condo and seems to have fallen asleep when she gets a few texts*
*One is from Cheyenne*
[Chey (Pronounced Shy): Remember, I’m going to be on tv today for the Pastry Competition, Defeat Carrie Hushman. You know, the really famous pastry chef? It could be my big break.]
[Aphrodite: Wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’m tuning in.]
[Chey: Thanks!! I’m so excited! I gotta prepare, ttyl]
*Another one is from Yesenia*
[Yessie: Bitch, what u doin?]
[Aphrodite: Nothin, hangin with Sammy, he came over after the brouhaha last night at my parents’ house.]
[Yessie: He came over this morning? What are you doing now?]
[Aphrodite: We watched Hurt in Paradise after he made us breakfast this morning, he comes in all like, “Hey Didi, I’m gonna make you breakfast and chill for a while to help you feel better.” Now he’s asleep. He was up early even after I had him up last night.]
[Yessie: Didi? Since when do you have a nickname!?]
[Aphrodite: Since Sammy gave me one.]
[Yessie: That man is in love with you.]
[Aphrodite: He gave me a nickname, that’s such a bro thing to do.]
[Yessie: Is he asleep still?]
[Aphrodite: Yeah. I put my throw blanket on him and gave him a pillow]
[Yessie: Aww…you love him too. Y’all just to confess. Y’all been feeling each other for a whole year even in anger. It’s time.]
[Aphrodite: There’s nothing to confess. We’re becoming good friends is all. What about you and Brayden, you’re afraid to go to the next level with him.]
[Yessie: That’s why I texted ya. I finally listened to my therapist and agreed to go out with Brayden.]
[Aphrodite: What made you agree?]
[Yessie: His friend is in town for about 6 months. It’s a double date, Naomi agreed to come Help me keep my cool. I don’t know why I’m so scared of being loved.]
[Aphrodite: Because your ex strung you along and then cheated on you stating that he never loved you at all and that you were a placeholder for his now wife?]
[Yessie: Yeah…that has to be it. I keep thinking Brayden will be worse because he’s so handsome. I guess we both have the big girl hang up, huh?]
[Aphrodite: There’s nothing going on here.]
[Yessie: Yet. Well, let me know later]
[Aphrodite: Fo Sho]
*Aphrodite turns to the streaming app where the show will be broadcast*
*Samuel wakes up*
Samuel: Hey. This that pastry show?
Aphrodite: Yep, my friend is challenging Carrie Hushman.
Samuel: The pastry chef no one can beat, this I gotta see.
*They settle in for the show*
*At the television studio*
*Cheyenne is nervous before the show officially starts*
*Smug Carrie is ready as she takes center stage*
Show narrator: Welcome back everyone to another episode of Defeat Carrie Hushman. With your hosts, Rena Marie and James St. John!!
James: Hello everyone and welcome back! We’ve been on a five year search to find a pastry chef who can best Carrie Hushman!
Rena: The pastry chef who has won best pastry chef of the year over 20 times in her 35 year career has yet to be defeated by some of the best pastry chefs in the world. How will our challenger measure up, let’s learn about her.
*Cheyenne’s promo video plays*
Cheyenne on video: I’m Cheyenne Bairfield, I’m 25 years old, and I’m a baker working at Cecilia’s Cutie Confectionaries in downtown Los Ricos. You may know me as a former pop star that once toured the nation making hit after hit, but my passion was always baking since I was a child. I never lost that passion and decided after two years of hit making, I went back to dessert making. I’ve worked for a long time perfect my craft and now I’m ready to show it to the world.
Rena: Alright, here she is, Cheyenne Bairfield!
*Cheyenne walks out and people gawk at her beauty when she comes in*
*Carrie is smug and annoyed but smiles for the cameras watching*
James: Alright, this is going to be a culinary competition where you two will face off preparing a dessert that the viewers have voted on. Let’s see what you’ll be baking today. The viewers chose, Baked Alaska! Wow, one of the hardest desserts to make. Each one of your desserts will be tasted by a panel of three culinary experts. Let’s get to the stations bakers! You have two hours bakers and go!
*The show is surviving through a lot of commercials right now*
*Blast Chillers are their friends*
*Carrie is making a baked Alaska and has several ice cream makers going with her three flavors for her Neapolitan ice cream filling as she bakes her cakes*
*Cheyenne has prepared her base for her pistachio ice cream and her toasted vanilla ice cream as she bakes her cake*
*The cakes are eventually done and must cool*
*The women tend to the ice cream and making the merengue*
*Soon everything is ready to assemble and they have to do it right or the dessert will fail*
*Torches are toasting the merengue on both desserts and they are finishing up*
*The crew take both desserts as the judges come out*
*Aditi Jain, Matthew Rogers, and Salina Henderson, all renowned pastry chefs*
*They taste both desserts, Carrie is dessert A and Cheyenne is dessert B*
Salina: I can taste the skill and precision that both bakers have to be able to execute this dish in the amount of time that they did. Flavors are phenomenal but there is one for me that edges out the other.
Matthew: I prefer the traditional kind like dish A myself, but dish B is exquisite for sure.
Aditi: I have to compliment dish B…whoever baked this has real talent. The flavor is delicious, balanced, and the execution is flawless.
Rena: The judges have spoken and now they will vote.
*Cheyenne goes to the bathroom during the commercial break to compose herself before going to hear who won*
Crew Member: You’re back on in 3 minutes.
Cheyenne: I’m coming.
*When she feels better, she comes out and retakes her place right before the show comes back on the screens*
Rena: Welcome back and the votes are in. The winner of the Baked Alaska challenge is…Cheyenne Bairfield!!
*The crowd roars and confetti flies out*
Rena: Congratulations Cheyenne, you are the first baker to ever defeat Carrie Hushman! How does it feel?
Cheyenne: Like everything I have done and put into this was worth it.
James: It definitely paid off. See you all next time when another baker attempts to defeat Carrie Hushman! Bye everyone!
*As the shooting wraps up, Cheyenne is congratulated greatly and even some executive chefs express their interest in taking her on, she goes to freshen up before going home. But as she exits, she is shoved*
Carrie: The Pop Star Pastry Chef, The Most Beautiful Baker? You think you’re hot s*** huh? Who did you f*** to win this? I’ve been working my a** off to perfect my craft while you’re parading around in skimpy clothes.
Cheyenne: I’ve been out of the pop music game since I was 20, in five years’ time I have been able to beat you, maybe you aren’t as good as awards led you to believe. You rested on your laurels.
Carrie: This was a fluke, I want a f****** rematch *She grabs her* And I want it d*** quick, unless you want me to ruin that pretty little face of yours.
Cheyenne: Get your hands off me, psycho! The award winning pastry chef can’t take a loss. Pathetic.
*Cheyenne walks out to her Lexus and gets in, speeding out of the parking lot in anger*
*Meanwhile, back at Aphrodite’s condo, Samuel is getting ready to leave.*
Samuel: I better be heading out. I’ve been here all morning. I don’t want you get tired of me being here.
Aphrodite: You could never make me tired of you, you’re pretty fun to be around.
Samuel: Likewise. But, gotta head home, get some stuff done. But I’ll text you.
Aphrodite: Alright. See you tomorrow.
*Samuel gives her a smile that makes her smile back as she leaves*
*She texts Yesenia to confirm plans to go shopping*
*She goes to get dressed in something that isn’t loungewear, a simple pink sheath dress and white heels*
*She grabs her purse and exits her apartment to go to the mall*
*As soon as she’s in the car, Cheyenne calls, livid*
Aphrodite: Hey Chey—
Cheyenne: THAT MOTHERFUCKING SLUT PUT HER HANDS ON ME!! SHE THREATENED ME FOR BEATING HER IN THE COMPETITION!! FUCKING BITCH ACCUSED ME OF FUCKING THE PRODUCER!
Aphrodite: Look, she has nothing on you, she’s just a bitter old bitch. She would get along well with my mom to be honest. You need some retail therapy? I’m meeting Yessie at the mall. I need to get out the house after Sammy just left.
Cheyenne: Bitch what? He’s been at your house all morning!? Ah…makes since, you’ll be married to him one day so you better get used to him being there. I bet you didn’t want him to leave, huh?
Aphrodite: I’m heading out aren’t I? I was waiting for him to go.
Cheyenne: Suuuuure. Anyway, I’m almost there. Where you shopping?
Aphrodite: At the new home store that just opened.
Cheyenne: So you can redecorate his condo? Or for when you move into a house when you get ready to have some blasian babies?
Aphrodite: I need a new duvet…
Cheyenne: Mmm hmm…
*They end up meeting at the mall and go inside to head to the luxury home store for a long while*
*Meanwhile, Naomi is heading out to Kendrick Love Steakhouse so she decided to look her best like only she can sporting a 500 dollar off the shoulder black lace midi dress and black Ferragamo pumps. Her pink hair stands out well with her tattoos*
*Once she pulls up to the grand restaurant, it is definitely a sight to see through the windows*
*White glove service is going on and she’s excited a bit*
*She gets out of the car and goes into the restaurant where Yesenia and Brayden are getting lovey dovey already with the third wheel, Brayden’s handsome Japanese friend Hajime is sitting and waiting.
Yesenia: Oh, she’s here. Hey girl, thanks for coming. This is Brayden’s friend Hajime, he’s an account and YouTube vlogger who researches history. Hajime, this is my good friend Naomi.
Hajime: Wow. You’re more stunning than she described, but how beautiful is your mind?
Naomi: I guess you’ll find out.
*Fine wines, steaks, shrimp, and lobster abound with good conversation going on*
*Yesenia and Brayden are in the corner*
Brayden: We’ve been going at this for two years now back and forth and you just now let me take you out on a date instead of just in house dates. I wanted to show you off.
Yesenia: Show me off…I’m no trophy girl.
Brayden: But you’re my trophy girl. I’m tired of not having you by my side. I’m ready for us to move in together.
Yesenia: I really would love that, baby. I love you. My therapist said to lead with my heart that I had been denying.
Brayden: Your heart is in good hands with me baby.
*They share a kiss*
Hajime: You have no idea how many historical sites I’ve been too that are so beautiful. I want to go to Machu Picchu one day for sure.
Naomi: Oh, me too! That’s an exciting goal.
*The check comes and Brayden pays the enormous tab*
Hajime: I’d like to see you again soon, Naomi. You’re so much fun to talk to and I’d like to get to know you better.
Naomi: Are you sure? I’m not like a typical Asian girl. Usually Japanese men like more kawaii types.
Hajime: I’m not like a typical Japanese man, please don’t assume. You know assuming makes an ass out of you and me.
Naomi: You know, you seem like a genuine man, I’d like for us to get to know each other.
Hajime: How about we go out for drinks some time?
Naomi: I’d love to, let’s exchange numbers.
*They do as Yesenia and Brayden leave together and say a small goodbye*
Hajime: Good night, drive safe.
Naomi: I’ll text you later.
Hajime: Please do.
*They wave and go to their cars and drive off*
*Meanwhile, at Aphrodite’s condo, she answers a few texts*
[Brook: Hey girl, We’re all going salsa dancing and then out for karaoke tomorrow night, you comin? You can bring your man Sammy if you want. Yessie and Bray are on board. Naomi just said she’s bringing the guy she met too. Cheyenne’s going to be busy, especially busy avoiding dates. She still holds grudges with men for how she got bullied. She’s gotta get over it one day. LaToya’s man never wants to come out.]
[Aphrodite: He ain’t my man, but I’ll ask if he wants to come after work tomorrow and I’ll let you know.]
[Aphrodite: Hey, Sammy. Wanna come out with my friends and I after work about 8? There will be other guys with them too.]
[Sammy: Sure! I would love to go!]
[Aphrodite: Alright, it’s a good time coming then.]
[Sammy: Ok, let’s get a lot of work done so we can maximize our time getting ready for fun.]
[Aphrodite: Can’t wait. Good night]
[Sammy: Good Night Didi.]
*She then plugs in her phone, sets it on silent, and goes to sleep ready for the night tomorrow*
