FERVENT LONGING

                **CHAPTER1**

The TV presenter resumes her show with Natasha Fernandez as her guest after a commercial break. 

"Welcome back, viewers. It's still your host, Valerie Ronald, and if you're just joining us now, you've missed quite a lot. But don't worry, because I still have with me Natasha, our distinguished guest, CEO of Waterfield Company and an award-winning brand ambassador. It's great to have you on the show." 

"My pleasure," Natasha replied with a smile. 

"Quick question, Natasha. How do you manage your business schedules, trips, deal closures, business shows, advertisements, and everything else, while also balancing your personal life on a daily basis?" 

"Well, I have to admit that I don't take time lightly. Time is precious to me, so I prioritize it accordingly. I create a to-do list and identify the tasks that are urgent and important, which helps me prioritize my time and still maintain focus on my personal life." 

"That's impressive! I'm sure self-discipline plays a significant role in your success." 

"Yes, absolutely," Natasha affirmed. 

"Alright, lastly, I'd like to know about your relationship status. Are you seeing someone or...?" 

Natasha wore a soft smile and continued, "Well, at the moment, I'd say there's no special someone in my life. I haven't come across someone who's a perfect match for me." 

"And what about Rex?" Valerie inquired. 

Natasha chuckled softly and replied, "Hahaha... Rex is actually my buddy. He's a very close friend of mine, more like a brother. No romantic attachment whatsoever." 

"I see... we hope you find a partner, not a business partner you know," Valerie clarified. 

Bashfully, Natasha responded, "Yes, exactly. Hopefully, when the time is right, I'll meet someone who complements my life. But for now, I'm embracing my singlehood." She concluded with laughter. 

As the show ended, Natasha was surrounded by her bodyguards, preparing to head to another meeting. The press eagerly approached her for questioning, but her men shielded her until she decided to address them. 

"Ma'am, we heard your views on your singleness. Can we assume that you haven't found a perfect match, or are you being selective?" one of the press members asked. 

Feeling irritated, Natasha replied, "Well, I'll stick with your words. You already heard my perspective on that question. I don't think it's necessary for me to provide further explanations or delve into my personal matters. If you don't mind, please step aside." 

Her men cleared the way, and she swiftly departed in her Rolls Royce. Natasha closed some deals in Dubai with her investors before flying back to Nigeria on the same day. With her private jet and luxurious rides, she enjoyed the benefits of her wealth, making international travel convenient. 

Deciding to visit her childhood best friend, Rex Fidel, a young and handsome CEO of Tamar Oil and Gas, Natasha arranged to meet him in a Chinese restaurant after returning from her business trip to Dubai. 

"Hey, Tash," Rex affectionately used her nickname. 

"Hey, buddy," Natasha greeted back, and they exchanged a mild hug and cheek kisses before settling down. They placed their drink orders and engaged in conversation. 

"I assume the business deal went well?" Rex inquired. 

"Of course, dear. I was really impressed by our co-business partners. They did an excellent job. We launched new red wine brands, and the winery was perfect!" Natasha shared. 

"That's good to hear," Rex acknowledged. 

As Natasha sipped her drink, Rex gazed deeply into her eyes. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke to Natasha while she delicately sipped her drink. Her eyes locked with Rex's intense gaze. After what felt like an eternity, he finally mustered the courage to speak. 

"You look absolutely stunning, Natasha. 

He whispered,captivated by her radiance. Natasha's face lit up with a charming smile,as she decided to set aside her drink,fully engrossed in the conversation that waited.

Intrigued, she queried... 

"Do you mind telling me more?" 

"Well I must say you are remarkably beautiful, both inside and out." 

Blushing Natasha replied with a compliment and a joke afterwards.       "Aww..thank you best. 

Rex continued, his voice filled with sincerity, "I must say, I feel incredibly privileged to have you as my dearest friend." 

"Come on, Rex. Don't make me emotional," Natasha chuckled.. I would say all thanks to God,my Father and my make up stylists as well.

But hey! What's up with the word lines,are you planning on a proposal to one of those your side chicks or?? 

"I'm just being honest," Rex assured her. 

"Anyway, thank you for the compliment. I truly appreciate it," Natasha responded gratefully. 

Taking a moment, Rex then turned the conversation around, asking Natasha a question, "Let me ask you something. What is your ideal type of man?" 

"Hmm..well...when it comes to defining my type of man,I find myself at a loss for words.

However, if I were to attempt to describe on the type of person I am attracted to, I must say he remains undefined. 

Rex burst into laughter, unable to contain her amusement. "Are you kidding me Tash How can you say that?" 

"I'm not kidding," Natasha insisted. "When I encounter my ideal man, I just know. There will be an undeniable connection, a spark that binds us together. But as they say, the perfect ones are not yet born. So, I guess he doesn't exist yet. All I know for sure is that I haven't found the man I love. You know, the one who can fill that void from my childhood, someone ready to provide the love and care I've been missing." 

Rex's heart sank as he listened to Natasha's explanation. He had secretly been in love with her, hoping that she might feel the same. However, her words shattered his expectations, leaving him feeling disappointed and dissatisfied. 

"Are you okay?" Natasha asked, concerned about the sudden change in his demeanor. 

"Yeah, I'm fine," Rex replied casually,he deflected, trying to conceal his true emotions. He didn't want her to notice the heaviness in his heart. 

"Alright then, I'm really famished," 

Natasha uttered as she turned to the counter, catching the attention of a waiter and signaling for a menu. Unbeknownst to her, Rex wrestled with his unrequited feelings, choosing to keep them hidden for now.

At present, Natasha is found in her office engrossed in the meticulous examination of various files scattered across her desk. She had intended to request her secretary for the day's business schedules when an interruption shattered her concentration. 

"Apologies, ma'am," her personal assistant,mr. P interjected, seeking her attention. "I stumbled upon something a while ago, and I believe it could be of interest to you." 

Curiosity piqued, Natasha inquired, "Alright, what is it then?" 

Mr. P promptly handed her the papers, and as Natasha scanned through their contents feeling expressionless,a tinge of confusion appeared on her Mr P's face. 

"Ma'am, it's making waves everywhere," he revealed. "It's all over the internet, in the papers,on magazines, it's now a hot potato 

A touch of annoyance crept into Natasha's voice as she responded, "And do you believe I should care about that?" Her tone turned stern as she slowly turned to face him. "Allow me to remind you, I am the one who compensates you for your services. It is expected that you focus solely on your assigned tasks. In case you have forgotten, every individual possesses a fundamental right to express themselves, and that is precisely what I did. It is my life, and nobody else's, so I would appreciate it if you refrain from meddling. As for these...Natasha picked up the papers once more, crumpled them, and tossed them dismissively into a nearby bin. They belong in the trash where they hold no significance. Now, I urge you to return to your work. And as you leave, please ensure you collect my work schedules from my secretary." 

"Alright, ma'am. I apologize for encroaching on your privacy," Mr P responded, acknowledging the breach. 

"In that case," Natasha declared firmly, "I kindly request your immediate absence."

Her meticulously crafted business plan was finally complete, a testament to Natasha's dedication and vision. As she eagerly awaited the next steps, Mr. P took the time to explain her packed schedule, leafing through the comprehensive document in his hands. In a professional yet assertive manner, he informed her of an urgent flight she needed to catch, essential for securing a coveted fashion design deal. Additionally, a board meeting loomed just 20 minutes away, scheduled to take place in the office. However, Natasha's current state of mind, influenced by a disheartening message she had received from Mr. P earlier, led her to make a swift decision. 

"Rejected," she uttered, her tone conveying her emotional turmoil. 

Perplexed, Mr. P sought clarification, questioning, "Sorry?" 

Sensing his confusion, Natasha firmly instructed, "Inform my secretary to manage the cancellation and prepare for our departure. We're heading to Paris." 

Mr. P, understanding the raw emotions driving Natasha's abrupt change of plans, swiftly carried out her orders, aligning himself with her resolute attitude." 

Mr. P diligently attended to various tasks in preparation for Natasha's flight. Alongside organizing her dress for the event, he ensured all her belongings were readied as well. In the midst of his responsibilities, he took the responsibility of delivering Natasha's cancellation of the meeting to her secretary. Swiftly, Mr. P accompanied her to the car, and together they embarked on their journey to the airport, where her private jet awaited. 

After a brief span of time, they took off and soared through the skies towards the enchanting city of Paris. The flight consumed several hours, and upon landing, Natasha was whisked away to one of the most luxurious hotels, where a substantial sum was paid to secure her exclusive accommodations. 

Coincidentally, Louis Arthur, a young and affluent fashion designer, and CEO of an exclusive, custom-fitted high-end fashion brand, also chose the same hotel as his residence during his stay in Paris for the prestigious fashion show. As Natasha gracefully made her entrance into the hotel, Louis's eyes were immediately captivated by her presence. 

Moments later, Natasha, desiring to indulge in a relaxing swim, left her room just as Louis was departing from his own. It dawned on Louis that they were adjacent neighbors, prompting him to consider introducing himself. However, his self-doubt held him back, deeming the notion somewhat foolish. 

Fate intervened as both Natasha and Louis found themselves stepping into the same elevator. Louis joined her, keeping a watchful eye on her as Natasha remained focused on her anticipation of the upcoming swim. Unbeknownst to Louis, Natasha was aware of his lingering glances, yet she continued her aquatic pursuits unperturbed. After the elevator ride, Natasha, draped in a towel, settled on a sun lounger, her personal assistant by her side. 

While Natasha basked in the sun's warmth, Louis found solace in a tranquil spot nearby, savoring a beverage. His eyes were firmly fixed on her as she gracefully dipped into the pool, her beauty and curves capturing his imagination. Lost in his fantasies, he observed Natasha's swim, cherishing every moment. Natasha detected his gazes but chose not to acknowledge them, diverting her attention elsewhere. Eventually, she retreated to her room, where a delightful surprise awaited her—a sumptuous lunch accompanied by a note bearing the words, "Your smile is the epitome of beauty. Shall we continue this conversation over a dinner or drinks?" 

Overwhelmed with joy, Natasha's radiant smile revealed her recognition of the sender's identity. However, she opted to play coy, purposely withholding a response. Nightfall arrived, signaling the time for her to prepare for the fashion show. Talented makeup artists and her diligent designer meticulously adorned her, transforming Natasha into a resplendent vision. Hours later, she emerged, captivating the gaze of all those in attendance as she gracefully graced the red carpet. With great anticipation, the curtains rose, signaling the beginning of a remarkable spectacle. The stage was set ablaze with a breathtaking array of fashionable attires and dazzling jewelry, captivating the audience's attention from the very first moment. The show unfolded like a mesmerizing fashion parade, with each model strutting down the runway, showcasing the latest trends and styles. 

As the event reached its crescendo, the air filled with an electrifying energy. Deals were swiftly sealed, fashion enthusiasts seizing the opportunity to acquire coveted pieces and savor the thrill of fashion's embrace. Amidst this flurry of activity, one figure stood out, emanating an aura of sheer elegance and grace. 

Natasha, resplendent in her Santiago masterpiece slitted dress, adorned with intricate crystal embellishments and delicate rosettes, became the embodiment of allure. As she glided across the stage, her every movement commanded attention, leaving an unforgettable imprint on the minds of the spectators. With every gaze fixed upon her, she effortlessly stole the spotlight, captivating hearts and minds alike.

Louis couldn't believe his luck when he spotted Natasha once again. The frequency of their encounters was beginning to feel uncanny. Just moments later, as if destiny was in his favor, the announcement came that Louis's designs had been declared the best. He received multiple awards in recognition of his past achievements and was honored with a prestigious gold award for his exceptional creations showcased in the runway parade. Upon hearing the news, Natasha couldn't help but chuckle, intrigued by Louis's success. 

She later found herself entranced by Louis, completely captivated by his presence. As she observed him gracefully accept his well-deserved accolades, her admiration for him grew to an intense level. His physicality and overall structure left her breathless, as she fell deeper in love with his striking physique. Louis exuded a captivating handsomeness, towering above others with his impressive height and possessing captivating, beautiful black eyes. Natasha's adoration for Louis triggered memories of her past escapades, evoking a soft chuckle as she recalled a steamy encounter with the CEO of a microfinance startup she had met during an advertisement for their company. The man's masculine figure exuded strength and power, reminding her of a majestic stallion. Similarly, she reminisced about a Ghanaian young man who owned an automobile company, with whom she frequently visited for car servicing. In those moments, she knew that she received more than just automotive maintenance; she reveled in the pleasure and satisfaction that exceeded the quality of any vehicle. Her mind wandered, replaying vivid scenes of passionate encounters where she took the lead, leaving the young man moaning in ecstasy. But as her thoughts meandered, her fantasies soon fixated on a night of raw intimacy with Louis. Despite considering herself a nonconformist, she knew that she was not entirely innocent. On the other hand, unbeknownst to her, Louis secretly yearned for two nights filled with untamed passion, longing for a level of intimacy that transcended ordinary boundaries. 

In that very moment, Natasha gracefully sipped her drink, swaying to the enchanting French music playing in the background. It was at this opportune time that Louis mustered the courage to approach her. 

"Hello there!" he greeted calmly, his voice exuding a sense of confidence. 

"Hi," she responded, her eyes meeting his. 

"I'm Louis Arthur," he introduced himself. 

"Natasha Fernandez," she replied, a hint of curiosity in her tone. 

"Nice to meet you," Louis said, a genuine smile forming on his face. 

"The pleasure is mine," Natasha replied, returning his smile, as if the universe had conspired to bring them together in this very moment. 

"Well I must say that i couldn't help but notice your impeccable style. It seems we share a mutual love for all things fashionable." 

"Thank you. 

But then,your designs are simply exquisite. I've been following your work for a while now and I must confess,your creativity knows no bounds." 

"You flatter me, my dear. But it's your grace and elegance that truly captivate me. Your outfit is really a masterpiece which enhances your natural beauty." He replied 

"You really have your way with words. Don't sound like I am the most enchanting woman in here." Natasha uttered feeling a little flattered 

"I just can't resist the allure of a woman who embodies sophistication and class. The way you carry yourself with confidence is inspiring. It's as if you were born to grace the covers of fashion magazines." 

"How charming of you to say. Anyway your passion for fashion is contagious. I find myself suddenly intrigued by your unique vision and the way you effortlessly transform fabrics into works of art." 

"It warms my heart to know that my creations resonate with someone as stylish as yourself. If you'd allow me, I'd be honored to design a one-of-a-kind dress for you. Together, we could set a new standard for elegance." 

"I'd be thrilled to wear a dress designed exclusively by you." She affirmed. 

"With you as my muse, the possibilities are endless. Let's create a fashion legacy together, turning heads and leaving a trail of envy wherever we go. Are you ready to embark on this glamorous journey?" He proposed. 

In a moment of captivating allure she whispered, "I am well aware of your deepest desires." With a seductive smile and a lingering gaze, she gracefully departed, leaving an irresistible invitation in the air within the confines of her room. Louis and Natasha embarked on a journey of intimacy, their spirits entwined in a dance of passion. It was Natasha who led the way, guiding them through a night adorned with sensuality and desire. Louis Arthur found himself mesmerized by her innate beauty, his eyes fixated on every curve and contour, particularly drawn to the allure of her breasts. With each gentle touch, a cascade of goosebumps traveled along Natasha's spine, as though his fingertips possessed an enchanting power. 

Natasha's intuition proved to be spot-on as she discovered that he was more than just a fashionable designer. The sensation of his kisses trailing along her neck, caressing her ears, and descending down to her chest and abdomen left her exhilarated. The profound penetration she experienced was truly awe-inspiring, leaving her breathless with anticipation. Like a wild cowboy, he rode with unbridled passion, maneuvering her into seven distinct positions within the span of seventy minutes. Every nook and cranny of the room was explored, heightening their shared pleasure. She reveled in the sensation of being effortlessly lifted by his strong muscles, while he deepened their connection through passionate kisses, playfully flipping her hair to the side as his gentle touch enveloped her in warmth. 

As the night progressed, the intensity between Louis and Natasha soared to new heights, forging an unforgettable connection. Their entangled souls danced in harmony, amidst an ambiance charged with fervor and fervent longing.