Girlfriend For Hire 🔥

Not so ordinary day

Anica's emotions were a whirlwind as the limo approached the sprawling mansion. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath caught in her throat, and her lips tingled as she unconsciously wetted them with her tongue. Her pulse raced, her thoughts tangled in a web of anticipation, and the uneasy realization hit her—Michael was on her mind, consuming her every thought.

As the limo stopped before the grand entrance, she stepped out, taking in the breathtaking scene of the magnificent fountain and towering doors. She felt a surge of excitement, coupled with confusion. Could this nervous energy really be because she was about to see Michael? She tried to steady her emotions, convincing herself to stay composed, but the fluttering in her chest refused to be ignored.

She wandered through the luxurious living room, her gaze subtly searching for him. Theo, must have noticed her curiosity, as he casually mentioned, "Mr. Jackson is in his dance studio." Anica flushed in embarrassment. Was she that transparent? She thanked Theo and ascended the staircase, her heart still racing as she neared the master bedroom.

The thought of Michael resting inside the room sent shivers of nervous excitement through her. She hadn't quite processed the depth of her feelings for him. Was it admiration? Desire? Something more?

As she passed door after door, her ears caught the faint sound of music. Intrigued, she followed the melody until she reached a slightly open door. Peeking inside, she saw him—Michael, moving fluidly, lost in the rhythm of his dance.

Her breath hitched as she watched him, mesmerized by his grace. He was beautiful in a way that made her heart ache, his body glistening with sweat, every movement precise and powerful. She had never seen anything so captivating.

Without realizing it, she had stepped into the room, her eyes glued to him. Michael, absorbed in his movements, didn't notice her at first. But when he did, their gazes locked. The intensity in his eyes sent a shock through her. He was staring at her with such focus, as if her mere presence disrupted his world.

"Anica?" he asked, his voice low and slightly breathless.

Her heart raced as she stumbled over her words, caught off guard. "M-Michael, I... I didn't mean to intrude—" Her breath caught as she took in the sight of him up close—sweat trickling down his toned body, his chest heaving slightly from exertion. God, he was gorgeous, even more so when drenched in sweat.

Michael, on the other hand, was struggling to keep his composure. Anica's innocent admiration was unraveling him. She had no idea how much power she held over him. He had come to the studio to escape his feelings, to burn off the frustration she had ignited within him, but seeing her now, those feelings roared back with a vengeance. He couldn't think, couldn't focus on anything but her. She was a force pulling him in, and he couldn't resist.

His gaze wandered to her lips, and a wave of heat washed over him. He wanted to kiss her—needed to. The way she looked at him, with such pure admiration, made him weak. His body ached with desire, and he knew he was losing control.

"Michael?" Her voice was hesitant, as if unsure of his silence. She was about to say something else, but before she could finish, he moved. In a swift motion, he shut the door behind her and pressed her against the wall, trapping her between his arms. The sudden proximity stole her breath away, her heart pounding against her chest.

"I'm sorry," she stammered, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I didn't mean to interrupt, I just—"

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice deep and rough with emotion.

Her eyes widened, her cheeks turning a vivid shade of red. "W-What?"

He smirked, finding her reaction adorable. She was irresistible, her flustered state only fueling the fire inside him. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. "I said, you're beautiful," he repeated, his voice husky. "And I want to kiss you."