Forced Proximity| Grumpy female lead and Gentleman male lead| Billionaire|
Leona Pierce-heartless and detached artisan collided with Tayson Huxley, the businessman, and famous model and she is engulfed in his pure grey eyes and the world of colors...
The bright lights poured directly into his eyes as he snuggled into the bed. He smiled into the white satin pillows and faked a yawn as she stretched his shirtless body. The cameraman was shoving the camera right in his face, at this point he as well climb on his body and take the shots that he is desperate for.
"Next shot," the director gave him a signal and Tayson climbed out of the bed, he slowly make a show of his back muscles as he walk towards the bathroom. He dwelled at the sink, leaning and winking at the mirror before he picked up the bottle of perfume.
"And cut!" The director yelled enthusiastically jumping out of his chair. "Brilliant! Fantastic! I love it, man."
The crew immediately catered him with a glass of water and a coat to cover his body. "I need to leave asap.," Tayson's voice rang like a bar of milk chocolate that every person in the room ravished.
Tayson had an intoxicating effect on every living species and the fact that he knew it just amplified his voluptuous and enticing charm.
"Of course," The director nodded. "We are done anyways! Just wanted to ask you about the shoot with Sia Pierce? You in?"
Absolutely not. Though instead of being blunt at that moment Tayson arched his eyebrows, thinking about his schedule. "I will let you know through my manager."
The director hesitated knowing he was going to turn him down but he put on a smile. "I will look forward to your response."
Tayson stood, excusing himself away from the chaotic set. He could not exactly complain since he chose that for himself. Being a part-time model for brands was his choice. He was aware of his capabilities and wanted to utilize them well. He was the quintessence of sexy. It was as if the word had originated for him. The rousing smokey grey eyes in which the drizzles of dark embers swirled like a storm never neglected to make women weak in their knees. The raven silk hair styled to the right, a lock teasing with his defined eyebrow and kissing his forehead.
Tayson was like a drug dissolved in alcohol to the women, they solicit for him and he destroyed them with those silvery eyes.
After the photoshoot of the monthly magazine, Tayson quickly darted into his makeup room as he had a shit load of work to take care of.
"I need to fuck," he spoke to himself, heaving a sigh.
Being the Director of an Art company never permitted him to rejoice in the pleasure of sleep and idleness. But he reveled in his work. Residing and playing in chromatism blazed the scarlet flames in his heart and seduced thrills in his bones. The pigments, paintings, colors, and just everything related to art delighted him.
Huxley Visions; the gigantic glass company established by his father and expanded by him. Though his father was imploring him to take over, Tayson kept thinking it wasn't the right time.
His career as a model was striding up to great heights, so for then, he settled with the position of Director. Still, the man satisfied the responsibility of the CEO as he was the heftiest shareholder of Huxley Visions.
Unbuttoning the silk black shirt clinging to his slightly sinewy frame, just then a knock on the door made him flash an arrogant smile, learning right who the person was.
"Come in," his dark voice reflected. The she lacked ingress swung open and the model strode in with a bashful smile.
He didn't miss the way her timid eyes droned over his body. A chiseled chest with hard muscles and an expertly sculpted ab was a sight to drool. The model's eyes dimmed when she looked at the beads of crystal sweat glistening on his neck.
"I am in a rush," He lied to get out of the situation without having to bruise the woman's ego. Few years ago, he might have relished that kind attention but now it just filled him with thoughts.
"Five minutes are enough to get your dick inside me and make me scream your name."
Her blunt statement halted Tayson's hands, deterring him from unbuttoning his shirt. Okay, now that was cringe for him. Coughing awkwardly he buttoned up his shirt. The woman didn't seem to take a hint. She came off as someone who was used to getting what she wanted.
He was a natural observer. Observing every little thing to the extent that he could write at least ten thousand words over them. He studied everything around him, but surprisingly none of them could break through his facade. He was simply an exotic young man and perfect for the world of the film industry. That was his role in his life. To play the perfect one. We say don't judge a book by its cover but end up doing that.
Flaws? Every person has them. Just some beings bury them beneath the peaks of their charms while others fail to even detect what their flaws are. Tayson always had his flaws concealed with the glitter of his smiles and the flicker of his winks.
The lust and desire gush in the redhead's eyes as she sauntered towards him with urgent steps. As soon as she was in front of him, her hands were on his body. But Tayson swiped her hand off of him, gloriously smiling at her delirious eyes.
"That's premium, darling. You can't touch this," he said, motioning at his body and before the girl could protest. "And I don't do women with boyfriends and fiances."
The model's cheek flared with embarrassment, and Tayson respectfully stepped away. He didn't want to be a jerk, but his mother raised him better than that. He might have slept around, but he has morals.
"You are a jerk," She spat in an outburst of her embarrassment, and whirled away from him, exiting the room. Tayson rolled his eyes at the childish tantrum just as the Bluetooth in his ear chimed. It was from his nagging manager, whom he can't tolerate, but can't live without as well.
"Hello," He spoke, swinging a white tee over his head, and spraying perfume.
"Congratulations! I need a raise. Guess, why?" Wes, his manager, sang in an obnoxious voice.
Tayson rolled his eyes again. The amount of time people made him roll his eyes was now worrying him. He should consult an optician. "You saved my cat from falling in the sink? Sang her lullaby and put her to sleep?"
"God, you suck. You are so bad at the 'Guess what' game, Tayson." Wes huffed in disappointment. "I am going to blow your mind."
"Sorry, Wes. I told you, I am straight. But you might need to get your preference straight though. What's her name, again? Pepper?"
"It's Poppy, asshole. You never let me respect you as a Director."
"Tell me, what is it?"
"Tayson, we cracked the deal. Raven is officially in."
