Read Online Angel by Katie Price - Free Book Online Page B

do in their own way, it's just that
I've never really felt it. It's like they're doing their
duty but they don't really love me for who I am. I
bet they wish they'd adopted someone else.'
    Gemma was silent for a few minutes, but in the
darkness she hugged her friend, then told her, 'I'm
sure that's not true. And, anyway, I love you for
who you are.'
    Angel smiled, then said cheekily, 'You bloody
lezzer! And I don't know if I'll be able to talk to you
when I become rich and famous!'
    Gemma threw a pillow at her head by way of an
answer.
     
    'Okay, Angel, tilt your head back slightly and smile,'
Ryan called out as Angel posed, dressed only in her
red bikini bottoms. It wasn't anything like as scary
as she had imagined. In fact, in the impersonal
setting of the hotel room, with the camera focused
on her and Ryan calling encouragements, Angel
found to her surprise that the role of the sultry
topless model came to her quite easily. Carrie was
in seventh heaven and at the end of the shoot
declared dramatically, 'Girl, you've got it. I'll know
for sure when I see the pictures but I'm almost one-hundred-per-cent
certain. I'll call you in the next
couple of days.'
    For the next two days Angel lived in a glorious
state of anticipation. Every time her mobile rang
she prayed it was Carrie, but by the end of the third
day she had started to doubt that anything was ever
going to come of it and disappointment had set in.
But at six o'clock, just as she was sitting down to
supper with her mum and dad, her mobile went.
    'Can't that wait?' Frank said in exasperation as
Angel immediately leapt from her seat and grabbed
her phone. He hadn't been overly impressed when
Angel told them about being spotted by an agent at
the beach.
    Not bothering to reply, Angel answered her
phone. It was Carrie.
    'Angel,' she exclaimed, and Angel quickly moved
further away from the table so that her parents
wouldn't hear every word of Carrie's excited
babble. 'I love the pictures, love them! Love them!
And the great news is I've just had a call from a
photographer and he needs someone for a shoot
tomorrow – are you up for it?'
    Angel was temporarily speechless, then managed
to splutter, 'Really?'
    'Yes, really,' Carrie repeated indulgently and
laughed. She promised to text her the details,
telling her that she would need to be in London by
midday, and said goodbye quickly.
    'Good news, love?' Michelle asked as Angel came
back to the table, her face glowing with excitement.
    'I think so! Carrie wants me to join her agency
and I've got a shoot tomorrow afternoon!'
    Michelle looked pleased for her daughter and
went to hug her, but Frank was stony-faced.
    'And what kind of photographs will they be
then? Because I'm not having you posing half
naked.'
    'They'll be glamour shots,' Angel replied,
wondering herself what exactly that meant. 'Carrie
said they would be tasteful, probably swimwear.'
That last bit was definitely a lie – Angel knew that
she'd be posing topless for some of the photos, but
Frank would go ballistic if she told him that.
    'Um,' Frank replied, managing to convey disappointment
and disapproval in one tiny word.
    Feeling too excited to eat, Angel excused herself
from the table and raced round to Gemma's, where
her news was received in a far more positive way
than at home. The two stayed up for ages,
speculating about what might be in store for Angel
tomorrow.
    'You don't think it will be any more than topless,
do you?' Angel asked anxiously, voicing what had
been on her mind since Carrie called.
    'Well, if they ask you, just don't do it,' Gemma
said. 'And whatever you do, don't agree to anything
before you find out exactly how much you're
getting paid. And don't sign anything you're not
sure about,' she added firmly.
    Angel's head was spinning. 'I wish you could
come with me,' she said longingly, feeling very
nervous.
    'You'll be fine,' Gemma reassured her. 'Just be
strong, and enjoy it – after all, what have you got to
lose?'
     
    The next day,