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Ivelle Rivera's POV

“I see something’s actually up because you’re on time today, Ive,” Natasha Ashton, my best friend, teased as I slid into the chair opposite her.

“Yeah, of course, I didn’t call you to meet me in the middle of the day at a café without a serious reason,” I replied with an eye roll. “I could’ve just told you everything at the office.”

Natasha raised a brow, her interest piqued. “Yeah, yeah, fine. Spill. What happened?”

She leaned in, her hand resting on the table, her entire focus on me. I matched her posture, lowering my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Guess who barged into my room last night?”

“OH WAITTTT, IS IT LUCA?!” Natasha practically squealed, pulling back slightly with a satisfied smirk. “That brat got to bang you for one night and thought he had access to you whenever he wanted, huh?”

I gave her a withering look. “For your kind information, my lady, you are absolutely incorrect.”

Natasha pouted playfully. “Okay, okay, calm down. Let me guess again. Can I get another hint?”

I sighed, a bit more serious now. “The guy was angry at me for pulling a one-night stand.”

Natasha’s excitement dimmed as she processed that. “Oh, wait, wait—was it Mark? Yeah, Mark Romero!” she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. “He did look kinda jealous when you chose to bang Luca. I saw them exchange heated eye contact that night. It was like watching a silent war, LOL.”

I groaned, frustration creeping into my voice. “Argh, no. Screw your guessing ability—it’s so shit, bruh.”

Natasha’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Then who was it?” She leaned even closer, grabbing my fist, her curiosity practically vibrating off her. “Ive, who was it?”

I took a deep breath, feeling my heart race as I thought back to the night before. “Alastor Martinez.”

Natasha’s eyes widened, the name clearly surprising her. “Alastor Martinez? As in the new model they just assigned to your project?”

I nodded, the memory of last night still fresh in my mind. “Yeah, that Alastor Martinez. He showed up in my room, furious.”

Natasha’s curiosity deepened. “Why would he even do that? You barely know the guy. He’s new! What did he want?”

I hesitated, feeling a mix of emotions. “He found out about the one-night stand with Luca and wasn’t exactly thrilled. He confronted me, and things…escalated from there.”

Natasha’s eyes gleamed with curiosity. “Escalated how? You can’t just stop there!”

I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “He didn’t just yell at me, Nat. He…he took control. Like, complete control. It was intense, and honestly, I didn’t know how to react. One moment, we were arguing, and the next…”

Natasha’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait, wait, wait. Are you telling me that Alastor, the new model, came to your room, got angry, and then…what? What happened next, Ive? Did he kiss you? Did he—oh my god, did you guys…?”

I looked down at the table, my cheeks heating up. “He did more than just kiss me, Nat. He…he punished me for what I did. And I…well, I let him.”

Natasha was silent for a moment, processing what I’d just said. When she finally spoke, her voice was softer, more serious. “Ive, are you okay? I mean, do you feel alright about what happened?”

I bit my lip, unsure how to answer. “I don’t know. It was…overwhelming. But at the same time, I can’t stop thinking about it. About him. There was something about the way he took control, like he knew exactly what I needed, even if I didn’t know it myself.”

Natasha reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “Ive, this is…wow, this is a lot to take in. But I’m here for you, okay? Whatever you need, whether it’s to talk about it or just forget it ever happened.”

I nodded, grateful for her support. “Thanks, Nat. I just… I don’t know what to do now. He’s new, and this changes everything.”

Natasha frowned thoughtfully. “Well, first things first. You need to figure out how you feel about him, about what happened. If it was consensual and you’re okay with it, then that’s one thing. But if it wasn’t, or if you’re not okay with it, then we need to address that.”

I took a deep breath, trying to sort through the whirlwind of emotions inside me. “I don’t know how I feel yet. I just know that when he was there, in that moment, it felt like he was stripping away all the walls I’d built around myself. It was terrifying, but also…liberating.”

Natasha nodded, her expression serious. “Then take your time, Ive. Don’t rush to figure it all out right away. And whatever you decide, just know that I’ve got your back.”

I smiled, feeling a little lighter. “Thanks, Nat. I’m glad I have you.”

Natasha grinned. “Always, babe. Now, let’s get some coffee and figure out what your next move is going to be. Whether it’s confronting Alastor or deciding to let things cool down, we’ll handle it together.”

I nodded, feeling a bit more grounded. But as I mulled over Natasha's words, a thought nagged at me, pulling me back to reality. My heart raced as I decided to share something I hadn't told anyone.

“Nat…” I began, hesitating for a moment. Natasha’s eyes locked onto mine, sensing the shift in the conversation.

“Yeah?” she asked, her tone serious.

I took a deep breath, the words heavy on my tongue. “Alastor…he’s not new to me.”

Natasha's eyes widened in surprise. “What do you mean? Have you two met before?”

I nodded, feeling the weight of the memories resurface. “Yes. There’s a history between us…a complicated one.”

Natasha leaned in, her curiosity and concern evident. “Ive, what happened between you two?”

I looked down, the memories flooding back, making it hard to speak. But I knew I had to tell her, to share the truth that had been buried for too long.

“It all started years ago, long before he became the model everyone knows now…”

And with those words, the past began to unravel, piece by piece, pulling me back into a time I thought I’d left behind.