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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Amara Sullivan was a sight to behold. All through my career as CEO of Maroon groups I tried to remain away from any kind of trouble that comes with bitchy models. And Amara was on top of the list. Now I just think how stupid I was to think that.
She is not just a great model but a beautiful young woman, with perfect curves and strong personality. You know what makes a woman thousand times hotter? It is her personality and let me tell you guys Amara has a personality that has my cock twisted in my pants.
No matter how much I try to avoid her it is too difficult to do so. The moment she opens her mouth to throw any kind of insult towards me, the words pull me towards her with even more intensity.
Now when I am living in Tristan's apartment I get to see her more and more. In parking lot most of the time. She was everywhere, all around me. In the gym she was there and every move of hers tempted me to do something, something that would be a total sin and nothing else.
My hands itched to touch her when she was working out, and even now. My lips twitched to kiss her. My tongue wanted to taste her. Thinking about her in the gym where she works out in her short suits and her hot moves.
I couldn't sleep. Would she be asleep now. She is two floors beneath me. I rubbed my hands over my face trying not to think of her in positions I shouldn't be thinking of her in the ways I was thinking.
She was plastered on the screen behind my eyes. Even if I keep my eyes shut I can't stop watching her. She was there. In front of my eyes. In the darkness of my room. In the silence. In the impatience.
My whole body craved her. My mind craved her. As if she was the best meal I had ever tasted. But the point was that I had never tasted her. It was my mind conjuring up her sinful images. I had made up in my mind that she would be the best thing I would ever taste or I have ever tasted.
Would she be out of my mind after I have spent time with her?
Would I forget her after I have known her?
Would I no longer crave her body once I have felt it?
I guess I should find it out.
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