𝑺𝑻𝒀𝑳𝑬 ➳ 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

𝟐𝟒. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞?

"How are you, beautiful?" Chris asks, immediately giving me a hug as I get to him. That's fine, that's how I greet other clients too. "I'm good, how are you?" I ask in reply, rubbing his back twice before letting him go. "I uh, yeah, I-I'm good too, yeah" he replies, looking a little nervous. "You've already got the clothes right there, do you like them?" I ask, pointing at the clothes that are hanging there for him. "Yeah, they're great. Can you help me?" he asks, so I nod my head and walk up to him again. I knew he'd want me to help him, so it's fine, I won't make a big deal out of this. I take his shirt off him, look at his chest for a split second and grab the shirt Dior picked for him. "You look beautiful" Chris silently says, sending good shivers down my spine. That deep, sexy voice telling me I look beautiful after I just took his shirt off, while he's still standing in front of me without one? Yeah, no, that makes me weak.

I'm carefully unbuttoning the buttons of the Dior shirt in my hands, so he can put it on, while Chris let's out a silent sigh. I know he's looking at me, he's looking right at me. "Baby?" he suddenly asks, in that deep, sexy tone I love. "Hm?" I let out, before looking up at him. He takes a deep breath, slowly moves his hand up to my chin, softly grabs it and looks at every part of my face. Oh, fuck... "When was the last time you had sex?" he casually asks, still in that voice. "W... W-what...?" I whisper in reply, not able to stop myself from looking at his beautiful, kissable lips. "You heard me. When was the last time?" he asks again, knowing damn well what he does to me. I just stay silent, I don't know what to say, all I know is that I wouldn't mind getting fucked on that couch right behind me right now. By this man, ofcourse. But, that would be inappropriate! "When was it, Amelia?" he asks yet again, pulling me out of those thoughts.

"I... I..." I stutter, still not able to say anything else while his other hand slowly slips around my waist. He's just smiling at me, or well, smirking at me. Fuck, he's so hot, and he knows so well what he's doing to me. "W... W-why?" I ask, slightly frowning as I look at his lips again. "Oh, I'm just curious, baby. Can't I ask?" he asks again, softly caressing my waist with his thumb. "Uh..." is all I manage to get out, before he slowly moves his hand from my chin to my cheek. "Was it last week?" he asks again, still talking silently in that deep, sexy voice of his while his face comes a little closer to mine. "N... N-no..." I whisper, keeping my eyes on his. "Hm... Was it... A while ago?" he silently asks again, moving his other hand from my face to my waist too now, placing it right above my ass before slowly leaning into my neck to kiss me below my ear. Fuck, right on my sweet spot.

I slowly nod my head in reply, getting completely caught up in the moment as I close my eyes. "Who was it with, baby?" he whispers in my ear, giving my neck soft but wet kisses all over the place. "Um..." I let out, trying not to moan at this point while he keeps kissing my neck as his hand moves lower and lower, slowly touching my ass. His other hand is softly running along my back, underneath my shirt now, but I can't seem to mind. I'm so caught up in the moment, I can't pull out. "I mean, if it was that long ago..." he starts to suggest, moving his kisses down a little. "Don't you remember?" he whispers again, kissing even more slow now. "I..." I stutter, not able to use full words. "What's wrong, baby?" Chris asks me again, still whispering and kissing my neck like we're about to fuck. "N... Nothing..." I whisper, keeping my eyes closed as he keeps kissing my neck. Fucking hell, why can't I pull myself out of this? Without realizing it, I move my head to the side a little, so he has even more room.

He smirks against my skin, holding me closer as I softly place my hands on his chest to stop myself from falling back. After a moment of trying not to moan and feeling Chris kissing all over my neck, I finally get it out. "S... S-stop..." I stutter, not opening my eyes just yet. "Why?" he whispers, not stopping yet. "We... W-we can't..." I whisper now, feeling every part of skin from his chest beneath my fingers which makes me want to do so, so much unprofessional stuff to him. "Why not, baby?" he asks now, still whispering and still kissing. "Because we... We..." I stutter again, trying to open my eyes. "We, what?" he asks, whispering right in my ear before softly and slowly kissing my sweet spot. I almost catch myself moaning as my knees get weak, until I finally, slowly pull myself out of this. "N... N-no, no, wait, stop" I exclaim, pushing him off me.

"Hey, what is it?" Chris asks, frowning slightly with his puppy eyes and plump lips. "No" I just exclaim, pointing at him. "What?" he asks again, kinda chuckling as I shake my head. "Stop" I add, still pointing at him. "Why?" he asks now, looking at me from head to toe before licking his lips. "No, you and I- no, it doesn't happen. This doesn't happen, so stop it, don't ever do that again" I tell him, loud and clear as I keep pointing at him. "Why not? Talk to me, then" be adds, so I let out a silent sigh. "Don't you remember what I told you last week?" I ask, frowning too now as I take a step back. "Oh, come on, don't do that" he sighs, shaking his head at me. "Get dressed" I say, taking another step back and grabbing the shirt I just dropped on the ground while he was kissing my neck like a crazy person. "Tell me you didn't enjoy what we just did" he suddenly exclaims, making me loonup at him immediately.

I stay silent for a second, until I think of the right comeback. "Well, you sure did" I reply, looking down at his obvious hard-on through his jeans, before looking up again. "You're saying that you didn't?" he asks again, ignoring what I just saw. "That's not what I'm saying" I reply, raising my eyebrows. "Then why do we need to stop?" he asks now, slowly moving one hand to my waist again before I slap it away and take a step back. "Oh my God..." I sigh, running my hands through my hair. "What? I don't think I said anything wrong" he exclaims, so I shake my head. "You know damn well why we need to stop, Chris. We can't do this, for so many reasons" I tell, again, as if he doesn't know that yet. "Give them to me, then!" he loudly says, looking kinda annoyed.

"Again? Really?" I ask, barely believing this. "Yes, really!" he shouts, causing me to flinch once. Alright, okay, great. Here the fuck we go, again. "Okay, great! Fine! Let's fucking do this again!" I shout this time, as he scoffs. Oh my fucking God, that scoff... "Is it because of that 'Soy' guy? Huh?! You love him now?!" he loudly ask, which makes me look right into his eyes as fast as I can. What the fuck did he just say? "I'm sure he would love to know what you and I are doing in here!" Chris continues, still yelling at me as I look right at him. He can't be fucking serious. "Or, or you do love me?! Maybe you should call him now, and tell him what happened in here, huh?! Tell him what you look like right now, tell him what I look like right now!" he keeps shouting, and I still can't believe this. "You're... You're unbelievable..." I sigh, shaking my head and closing my eyes.

"What? I'm just telling the fucking truth here" he exclaims, but I keep shaking my head. "Fuck you" I say, loud enough for him. "If you'd only let me" he replies, making me go fucking insane in the inside. The nerve of this man... I can't even fucking do this anymore, this shit has to stop. I mumble a quick 'I'm so done', but that's not enough for him. "What's that?" he asks, a little more silent now. It seems like he calmed himself down, and that's good for him, but I sure as hell am not calm. "I said, I'm so fucking done with you" I exclaim, looking right back into his eyes. "What does that mean?" he asks in reply, but I just shake my head at his behavior and start walking away, until I look up. Fuck, his brother Scott is standing right there. He's looking at me, like he feels sorry, but I ignore it. I love Scott, I do, but I have to go. I immediately just make my way out, fuck Chris and his photoshoot.

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Chris' POV

I sigh loudly as Amelia walks out, realizing that I shouldn't have said those things. I grab the Dior clothes, and start putting it on. I'm doing it pretty aggressively though, this pisses me off. Why can't she get that we're supposed to be together? Why can't she just ignore what people would possibly have to say about it? "Chris, what the fuck happened?" Scott asks, frowning as he walks up to me. "Nothing" I mumble, fixing the buttons of this shirt. "Uh, yeah, that wasn't nothing. Come on man, she was pissed at you! What happened?" he asks yet again, so I sigh and shake my head. "I don't know how to explain, okay?" I ask in reply, but he keeps frowning. "How is that even possible?" he asks, slightly chuckling as I sigh, again.