Magnetic Hearts

Green-Eyed Flame

Chris could feel the tension building in her chest from the moment they walked into Daniel's office. Franco had been invited for a casual interview on Daniel's channel, but the real surprise came when Daniel introduced the new freelancer: Isabel, a 27-year-old Spanish journalist who was not only stunning but a huge fan of Franco Colapinto.

Isabel had long, wavy dark hair and wore a fitted dress that accentuated her curves. Her eyes sparkled with admiration the moment she saw Franco, and the excitement in her voice was unmistakable.

"Franco! Oh my God, I can't believe I'm meeting you in person! I've been following your career since your Formula 3 days!" Isabel gushed, her enthusiasm radiating.

Franco smiled his usual charm on full display. "Thank you, Isabel. It's always nice to meet a fan."

Chris stood slightly behind Franco, forcing a polite smile. She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing as Isabel continued to linger, engaging Franco in rapid-fire questions about his race and career. Isabel's hand even brushed Franco's arm as she laughed, and Chris could feel her blood boiling.

"Chris, this is Isabel," Daniel said, gesturing between the two women. "She'll be joining us as a freelancer, helping with content for the channel."

Chris nodded, trying to keep her voice steady. "Nice to meet you, Isabel."

Isabel turned, finally acknowledging Chris, though her attention was still mostly on Franco. "Oh, nice to meet you too!" she said, though her tone lacked the same warmth she had reserved for Franco.

As the conversation continued, Isabel barely glanced at Chris. Instead, she peppered Franco with questions, clearly taken with him. Chris could feel the jealousy bubbling inside her, her stomach twisting with each word Isabel spoke. It wasn't just the fact that Isabel was younger and beautiful—it was the way she so openly fawned over Franco, with no regard for Chris standing right there.

Daniel eventually led them into the studio for the interview, but Chris couldn't shake the anger brewing inside her. Franco, however, seemed oblivious to the tension, casually answering Isabel's questions with his usual charm.

After the interview wrapped up, Chris excused herself, needing a moment to cool down. She wandered into Daniel's empty bathroom, trying to catch her breath. She was furious—furious at Isabel, furious at Franco for not noticing her discomfort, and furious at herself for feeling so insecure.

But before she could fully calm down, Franco appeared in the doorway, his face immediately softening when he saw her.

"Hey," he said gently, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "You okay?"

Chris crossed her arms, her jaw tight. "That girl is completely obsessed with you, Franco. Did you see the way she was looking at you?"

Franco raised an eyebrow, stepping closer to her. "What? Isabel? She's just a fan."

Chris scoffed, her voice sharp. "She's more than just a fan, Franco. She barely acknowledged me, and she couldn't stop flirting with you the entire time."

Franco's expression softened, and he cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "Chris, you have nothing to worry about. She's just excited to meet me, that's all. You know you're the only one I want."

Chris tried to pull away, but Franco held her in place, his thumbs gently stroking her cheeks. "I'm serious," he murmured, his voice low. "I don't care about anyone else but you."

Chris's heart pounded in her chest, her anger slowly dissolving under his touch. She wanted to believe him, but the jealousy still burned inside her. Franco could see the conflict in her eyes, and without another word, he kissed her, hard and deep, his hands sliding down to her waist, pulling her against him.

Chris gasped into the kiss, her body immediately reacting to his. The anger, the jealousy, all of it transformed into something else—something far more primal. She felt Franco's hands grip her hips, and before she knew it, he had her pressed against the bathroom counter, his lips trailing down her neck.

"Franco, we're in Daniel's bathroom," she whispered, though her voice was breathless with anticipation.

"I don't care," Franco growled, his hands slipping under her shirt. "I need you right now."

Chris's breath hitched as Franco's fingers slid down her body, teasing the edge of her shorts. He knelt in front of her, his eyes dark with desire as he pulled her shorts down, his hands gentle but firm.

She braced herself against the counter, her pulse racing as Franco kissed his way up her thighs, his tongue leaving a trail of fire on her skin. When he finally reached her, Chris moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as Franco's mouth worked magic on her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

He was relentless, his tongue and lips moving in perfect rhythm, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Chris's moans grew louder, her body trembling as Franco expertly teased and tasted her.

"Franco... oh God," she whimpered, her legs shaking as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak.

Franco growled against her, his hands holding her hips in place as he pushed her over the edge, making her cry out as she came hard, her body convulsing with the intensity of her orgasm.

He didn't stop until she was completely spent, her body sagging against the counter, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Franco stood, his lips swollen and glistening as he kissed her again, this time slow and tender.

"Still jealous?" he whispered against her lips, a teasing smile on his face.

Chris let out a breathless laugh, her anger completely forgotten. "Maybe... just a little."

Franco chuckled, pulling her close. "Well, I'll just have to keep reminding you who I belong to."

Chris smiled, feeling the last of her jealousy melt away as she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. Franco might have fans like Isabel swooning over him, but she knew, without a doubt, that he was hers.