Love in the Shadows

Love in the Shadows

Janis Ross

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Hunter is a male model and the type of guy that men aspired to be and all the women wanted but he only had eyes for CeeCee. She was a plus-sized chef that worked in her families restaurant but had aspirations to do her own thing. Hunter kept his relationship with CeeCee in the shadows claiming it was to protect her, but all he was doing was pushing her further and further away.

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Hunter is twenty- three and a male model. He has to always be at his best. Look the best and be in perfect shape. It's a dog eat dog world out there. If he didn't stay on his A game someone would come and take everything that he's worked so hard to achieve.

He has women always trying to get his attention, but they aren't what he wants. See Hunter has a thing for women with curves. He gets laughed at for the women he dates, but that's just what he wants. Who are they to say it's wrong? He just sees a person differently then others. He doesn't judge based on looks. If a woman has a good heart, then that's who I want to be with.

CeeCee is a chef in a very nice restaurant that her family owns. Cooking is her passion. One day she wants to open her own restaurant. She had big dreams, but she was always to scared to go after them. She doesn't think her family would be very supportive of her leaving to be out on her own. Family doesn't leave.

She is dating a very famous male model named Hunter, but no one even knows it. He seems to be to ashamed of her to be seen with her. He claims he loves the way she looks, but she knows he is lying. Can he prove to her she is indeed what he wants before it's too late?

What is she to think when all he wants to do is hide her away? Her family doesn't even know. He said he does this to protect her, but is that the real reason why? Or is he just ashamed of what people would say?

He gets paid to look good. Women throw themselves at him everywhere he goes. Does Hunter just want his cake and eat it to? Should CeeCee give up, and just walk away? Maybe true love doesn't exist after all. Hunter better tell the world about his girl and stop hiding her away before it's too late.

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