Sebastian's groaned, shaky from the intense pleasure his body had just uncovered. With a groan, he pulled out of her and held her down in his arms. As the moon bathed the room in a soft glow, Sebastian's voice caressed Ava's ears, his words a tender symphony of adoration and longing. He held her even tighter, as if trying to convey his emotions through the strength of his embrace."You are incredible, Ava," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "Every moment I spend with you, every touch, every kiss, it leaves me yearning for more. It's as if you've awakened a hunger within me that I never knew existed."Ava's heart fluttered at his words, a mixture of vulnerability and excitement coursing through her veins. She looked into his eyes, captivated by the intensity of his gaze, and found herself equally drawn to him. It was at that moment that she realized she, too, yearned for more with him."I feel the same way, Sebastian," she confessed, her voice barely above a whis
In the privacy of the shower, Ava let herself feel the pain, the disappointment, and the confusion that welled up inside her. She refused to let her emotions go unnoticed, acknowledging the hurt that lingered beneath her smile. With each droplet of water, she vowed to rediscover her strength and find the answers she sought.As the water cleansed her body, Ava resolved to confront Sebastian with her true feelings, to voice her insecurities and seek the reassurance she craved. She knew that their connection went beyond a mere contractual arrangement, and she longed for him to recognize the depth of their bond.With renewed determination, Ava stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a towel. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation that lay ahead. It was time to face the uncertainty head-on and find solace in the truth, whatever it may be.Ava stormed out of the bathroom, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders, and her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and hurt
The warm rays of the morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow across Kim's room. Kim woke up with a contented smile on her face, feeling a surge of happiness coursing through her veins. It was one of those rare mornings when everything seemed right in the world.As she swung her legs over the side of the bed, a vibrant melody filled the room, beckoning her to dance. Unable to resist the infectious rhythm, Kim sprang to her feet and twirled around the room with unbridled joy. Her movements were fluid and graceful, as if she were in perfect harmony with the music that enveloped her.She danced with wild abandon, twirling, spinning, and leaping across the room. Her body moved effortlessly, following the rhythm of the music that resonated deep within her soul. With each movement, she felt a sense of liberation, as if all her worries and troubles had melted away, leaving only pure bliss in their wake.Kim's laughter filled the air, a joyful melody that accompanied h
As Ava lay curled up in her bed, the weight of Sebastian's words bore down on her like an unbearable burden. The echo of his callous statement reverberated in her mind, each word piercing through her heart with painful clarity. He had made it abundantly clear that he only desired her for her body and nothing more.A rush of self-reproach flooded over her, consuming her thoughts and leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed. How could she have allowed herself to hope for something more? How could she have let her heart believe that there was a chance for love and a deeper connection with Sebastian?Tears welled up in Ava's eyes, blurring her vision as she battled with her own emotions. She despised herself for daring to dream, for wanting to be cherished and loved beyond the confines of physical desire. The ache of disappointment settled deep within her, intensifying the pain of unrequited longing.In the solitude of her room, Ava's thoughts spiraled into a dark abyss of self-doubt. S
Sebastian tossed and turned in his bed, unable to sleep and unable to get his ass up either. He kept replaying the scene from earlier that night, when Ava had stormed out of his apartment after their heated argument. He had never seen her so angry and hurt before. He hated himself for making her cry.He reached for his phone on the nightstand, tempted to call her and apologize. He wanted to hear her voice, to tell her that he was sorry for being such a jerk. He wanted to make things right between them.But he also felt a surge of resentment towards her. Why did she have to ruin what they had by catching feelings? They had agreed to keep things casual, to pretend to be in a relationship for his investors and his ex-girlfriend. They enjoyed each other’s company, had fun, and had amazing sex. They had been friends with benefits, nothing more.He didn’t want to commit to anyone, especially not to Ava. She was too good for him, too sweet, too innocent. She deserves someone who could love h
Determined to make things right, Sebastian wrapped a towel around his waist and reached for his phone once again. This time, he dialed Ava's number without hesitation. He was ready to put his pride aside, to apologize, and to express the truth that had been echoing in his heart: he wanted her, not just for her body, Okay perhaps it was just for that. Or perhaps she meant so much more. One thing was sure. He needed her.As the phone rang, his heart raced, hoping against hope that she would answer. He knew that the road to reconciliation wouldn't be easy, but he was willing to take the leap, to fight for what he believed in. For Ava, he was ready to face his fears and embrace vulnerability, hoping that she would give him a chance to prove that he was capable of more than he had once believed.As the phone continued to ring, Ava glanced at the screen, recognizing Sebastian's name flashing across it. A mix of emotions surged within her—confusion, longing, and a tinge of anger. Part of he
Mrs. Monroe's disappointment softened further as she looked at Ava, understanding the complexities that often accompanied the modeling world. She had witnessed many aspiring models lose themselves in the pursuit of success, compromising their own well-being and happiness. She didn't want the same fate for Ava."My dear, I know this industry can be challenging," Mrs. Monroe said, her voice laced with compassion. "But never forget that you are more than just a model. You are a remarkable young woman with dreams and desires that extend far beyond the runway. Your happiness and fulfillment should always be a priority."Ava nodded, absorbing Mrs. Monroe's words. She knew that she couldn't allow her personal struggles and heartache to overshadow her professional aspirations. She needed to find a way to compartmentalize her emotions and focus on her career, even if it meant suppressing her feelings for Sebastian."I will, Mrs. Monroe," Ava promised, determination glimmering in her eyes. "I w
Sebastian stormed into his office, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. The failed attempts to reach Ava had left him with a sour mood, and he found himself taking it out on his unsuspecting employees.As he entered the bustling workspace, his eyes scanned the room, searching for any signs of incompetence or mistakes that he could seize upon. His sharp gaze fell on Emily, one of his assistants, who was engrossed in her work. Without a moment's hesitation, Sebastian strode over to her desk."Emily, is this how you prioritize tasks? It's unacceptable!" he barked, his voice laced with irritation. His words hung heavy in the air, causing heads to turn in their direction.Emily looked up, startled by his sudden outburst. Her eyes widened, and her face paled. "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Thompson. I didn't realize—"Sebastian cut her off, his tone biting. "You should have realized. I expect better from my team. Fix this immediately and be more attentive in the future."He turned on his heel,