He is the hottest actor in the world, while she is the hottest model in the world linked by a past of lies and betrayals. Will they be able to live together because of an exchange contract of fame and money without feelings taking over?
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You could feel his hands racing over your body as you sat inside of your shared hotel suite, wrapped up in the puffy white towel from your shower.
Each time your eyes closed, you saw him on the plane, his mouth on yours.
His hands had found themselves holding your hips, pulling you onto him as you straddled his waist. Your fingers were gripping at the ends of his hair and he let out a groan, his tongue fighting yours to establish dominance. You would normally let him win, but you gripped the back of the couch and pushed yourself harder onto him, his bulge developing underneath your ass. He pushed his hands above your shirt and cupped your breasts, making your lips part, a growl erupting from your trembling lips.
"You're the most disgusting person," You grumbled against him as you started moving your hips back and forth on Sebastian, feeling as he groaned against you.
"You're still a complete bitch." He hissed, moving to press his lips to your exposed flesh. His tongue dipped into the dip of your collarbone, knowing that was your weak spot. You instantly jolted against him, now chest to chest. You couldn't help but pull his hair, the way his tongue worked inside the crevice making your knees weak and your pussy throb.
Sebastian flipped the two of you over so his body was hovering above yours.
Were you two really about to have sex on this plane?
You weren't sure, but the odds seemed to be in each of your favors as Sebastian started to pull at the hem of your shirt. The hate which consumed your body grew hotter, only pushing you further to start unbuckling his belt.
"Y/N, Seba- AHHH!" Travis' voice screeched in a higher pitch. You and Sebastian each lifted your heads, glaring in his direction, you immediately pushing Seb off of your body.
"Shit," You whispered, rubbing your face awkwardly.
Travis hadn't mentioned a single word to you about what he witnessed between you and Sebastian. Come to find out, the reason he wanted to speak with you both at that moment was to drop the news that you would be sharing a suite together while you stayed in Romania for the weekend.
Your anger fumed the more you sat there, glancing over to see Sebastian's luggage stowed away in the corner of the room. The suite you two had overlooked the beach, the exact beach you two found yourself having sex on like crazy teenagers when you were together.
Right now, you feel dazed and confused. Your mind was screaming at you at how stupid you were to even go that far with Sebastian. The kiss should've never even happened. But then your heart was crying out to you on an otherwise horrid note, saying, 'You know you enjoyed it!"
You would be absolutely lying to yourself if you said you didn't enjoy the kiss. It was fiery, passionate, and hot. But you two were hateful exes. It didn't work. It would never work.
