Heir of Deception | (for mature audience)

*Chapter 21: Alexandria

Alexandria

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My birthday was just a day away, but here I was in Paris, feeling more alone than ever. Since I began working and getting booked for more shows during Fashion Week, I had developed a bittersweet tradition of celebrating my birthday by myself. Occasionally, when my friends weren't too busy, they would surprise me, and we'd spend a weekend exploring the city together. But now, we simply celebrated once I returned home. This year, however, would be different. This would be the first time I would celebrate my birthday with Christian.

I hadn't seen him much since leaving New York, but our regular FaceTime calls kept the flame of our relationship alive. Each time we spoke, I felt the distance between us shrink just a little. He had been my rock, attending every show I walked in while back in New York, and we would often go out afterward for dinner or share laughs with my fellow model friends.

I could hardly contain my excitement; it was only two more weeks until I returned to him, and we could indulge in the passion we had both been craving. God, I missed him so much. He had even made sure that Jackson, my bodyguard, was always by my side while I was away, making me feel safe and cherished.

"I'm going out with a couple of girls later, okay, Jackson?" I told him as we arrived at The Oasis hotel.

Christian had booked me the penthouse suite at The Oasis, insisting it was the safest option in the city. Jackson had a room on the same floor, always ready to assist whenever I needed him.

Once I got to my suite, I quickly changed out of my daytime attire. The first thing I did was step into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the remnants of makeup and hair gel that clung desperately to my skin. I took a moment to revel in the tranquility, the steam enveloping me like a comforting embrace.

After my shower, I meticulously applied my makeup, enhancing my features with the artistry of a makeup artist, and then slipped into a stunning black bodycon dress. The fabric hugged my curves perfectly, with gold chains accentuating the high slit that showcased my legs. I completed the look with a pair of striking black Louboutins that clicked against the floor as I walked.

With my phone and bag in hand, I stepped outside to find Jackson waiting patiently for me. We grabbed a quick dinner at a nearby café before heading to an after-party hosted by one of the designers. As we entered the club, I felt the vibrant energy pulsating through the crowd, my heart racing in anticipation.

Sasha, one of the models I considered a true friend, wrapped her arm around me as we navigated through the throng of people.

"You want a drink?" she asked as we reached the bar.

"Sure, an espresso martini, please," I replied, a smile lighting up my face.

Sasha-Jade Robertson had been a friend in the industry since I first started modeling. We met backstage during London Fashion Week years ago and instantly clicked. Though she was based in LA and I was in New York, we always managed to reconnect when we found ourselves in the same city. I was excited to see her again, especially since she had brought along her cousin, Bella.

"Do you drink?" I asked Bella, a girl I had just met earlier that day at one of the shows. She was fresh-faced and excited, having just booked her first gigs during Fashion Week.

"No, I'm underage," she said, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "I'm only 20."

"The legal age is 18 here," Sasha chimed in with a grin. "And everyone is under a strong NDA, so your dad won't find out."

Bella giggled, "Sure, but I'm not a hard drinker."

"Okay, you stay with us and don't take anything that's not from the bar," Sasha instructed before ordering her a cosmopolitan. "Drink it slowly and hydrate. We have shows tomorrow."

"Cheers!" I said, lifting my glass of espresso martini before taking a sip, savoring the rich flavors.

By the time I had three glasses of espresso martinis, Bella and I decided to leave the club without Sasha, who had opted to stay behind with one of her friends. Jackson and I made sure Bella was safely in her room, locking the door behind her before heading back to the hotel ourselves.

As we arrived back at the hotel, I said goodnight to Jackson, who waited to ensure I was safely inside before heading to his own room. I locked the door behind me, flicking on the light, feeling a wave of relief wash over me.

"Did you lock the door?" a voice asked, sending a jolt of surprise through me.

My heart raced as I turned around, my hand instinctively clutching my chest. There, sitting comfortably in a chair with a smirk on his face, was Christian. I could hardly believe my eyes. Part of me wanted to jump into his arms, but the other part wanted to kick him for sneaking up on me.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were busy at work," I managed to say after catching my breath.

"I took some vacation days," he replied, his smirk widening.

I walked closer, feeling an electrifying excitement as I fell into his lap, his arms wrapping around me as if I were the missing piece he had been searching for. God, I had missed him so much.

"When did you get here?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"An hour and a half ago," he said, his hand gliding across my thigh, igniting the fire within me.

"You could've called," I chided lightly, though my heart raced at his touch.

"You were out with friends, and I didn't want to disturb you," he replied, his fingers inching higher up my dress, sending shivers coursing through my body.

"Yeah..." I breathed, my body responding to his every touch as his fingers crept closer to my entrance.

"Get on top, princess," he commanded, his voice low and sultry.

He raised my dress, and I positioned myself over him, spreading my legs wide enough to straddle his hips. Our lips met in a heated kiss, the world around us fading away as I opened my mouth slightly, allowing his tongue to dance with mine.

"Have you been eating properly?" he asked, his fingers teasingly brushing against my drenched panties.

"Yes," I moaned into his mouth, feeling my body react to his every touch.

"Good girl," he purred, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of my panties, diving into me with an expert touch.

I began to ride his fingers, lost in the rhythm of our bodies. His fingers pumped inside me, coaxing me closer to the edge. I prayed he wouldn't leave any hickeys on my neck. His thumb found my clit, rubbing in slow circles as he fingered me with a relentless passion. My body responded eagerly, clenching around his fingers as I rode him faster, desperate for release.

"That's it, princess. Come for me," he urged, his pace quickening.

My head fell against his shoulder, overwhelmed by the intensity of my impending climax. With one final, loud moan, I came, my body quaking as I soaked his fingers, my panties and his trousers.

"I've missed you too, princess," he whispered softly, planting tender kisses along my neck, savoring the moment as the world around us disappeared.