Spotlights, cameras, ramps and fame was all she knew. Being the top model in LA Amara Sullivan never knew the lows of life.
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Business meetings, sketches, designs and facing bitchy models was all Nathaniel Sinclair had in his life being the ow...
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They say there is good and bad. But I say between good and bad there is irresistible. There are few things that are good for people and then things that are just bad for them but then there are things that are nothing but irresistible. For me it was Nathaniel Sinclair.
Six feet four inches of all bones and smooth muscles had me enchanted ever since I saw him for the first time. Okay let's be honest when I first went to Maroon and signed the deal I didn't notice him. But then I saw him at shoot location and God was I mesmerized? He was my sin and my favorite one by a long shot.
Today in the morning when I saw him in gym doing regular exercises my heart was out of my goddamm control. His biceps looked so delicious under the thin layer of sweat and when his top clung to his body due to sweat and water I couldn't help but notice how great his muscles were.
But let me tell you one thing. My weakest moment. When he had me in his arms and said all those things in my ear. The things that were not so dirty but felt so dirty. I wanted him to continue talking like that and never stop. His words sent shivers down my spine and rested between my thighs. My soft opening nothing but a pulsating throbbing bundle of nerves.
I stripped out of my day clothes and stood under the shower. Thick and hot beads of water cascading down my spine as I enjoyed the bath. My mind thinking about only one thing. . . Nathaniel Sinclair—my boss to be. When I was in high school I fell in love with a guy. The attraction, the butterflies, the excitement, the nervousness, the adrenaline, every goddamn thing was same.
There was not a day when I won't think about him. Sitting at the back benches of my class I would do nothing but stare at him. His blond hair always a little messy and his striking blue eyes looked like deep oceans captivating me. When he would read sonnets in English literature class everyone would forget everything and think only about him and his thick voice.
No one knew about my crush on him. But then one day my friend Betty came to know about him. And that was the worst as well as the best day of my life. Or shall I say love life. "You should totally talk to him" she had said sitting on top of my bed. She was here for homework but found out his picture in my bathroom vanity.
My reply was just "I can't" she rolled her eyes and jumped into a sleeping position.
"You should totally talk to him. I have heard that he had recently broken up with his girlfriend" and that evening we both texted him from my number for the very first time. He was one of those slow repliers who would take days to view and reply a message. So the next three hours we both sat on bed together waiting for his reply totally forgetting about our homework.
He didn't reply that day and the other and the other. But finally third day my luck worked and he replied;
Hello.. What's up
And this is how our conversation started. I asked if he could be my friend and he didn't think twice before saying okay fine and then it all started. I tailed the hotshot of my school, the bad boy, the king of parties everywhere. At the night of our junior prom when he came to know about my obvious crush on him. Betty told him all about it.
