London born Gigi Lastra is struggling to make ends meet let alone make it big in the music business and make a name for herself. Working two jobs to keep her life afloat and provide for her family she's haunted by her past. That's until she meets t...
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I fasten the last button on my white dress shirt with trembling hands, then quickly unbutton again popping the collar so it looks more relaxed. I've gotten jaw ache from the amount of time my jaws spent clenched today, my molars are probably worn down to the gum.
"Hey handsome, you ready to go?" I turn at the sound of Gigi's voice, she leans against my door frame in a mid-length green velvet dress paired with a set of knee-high boots, she's applied a nude lip which makes her blue eyes twinkle under her thick lashes. Her hair sits in waves down her back and rests under her breasts which are creating just the right amount of cleavage in the v-shape neckline.
"You look breathtaking Gigi," I say fiddling with my sleeves, I notice the blush creep up her neck, she tries to disguise by flipping her honey streaked waves, she's so cute.
"Maybe we could just skip dinner, I've already got a three-course meal here," I wink at her, her eyes flash with embarrassment but are quickly replaced with a darkening lust, I catch her like that sometimes, when she thinks I'm not looking. I can see in her eyes when she's turned on, like the night we kissed in Italy or the morning after, I know she was just as turned on as I was. But I can also see that mental block that's stopping her from going any further. She's still partly a mystery, one I'd be happy to spend years trying to crack.
She takes a few steps closer to me placing her hand on my chest, biting on her lip. That fucking lip bite, instantly makes every other woman in the world unattractive. Her head dips closer to my ear and I instinctively grab her waist,
"We could..." she whispers in my ear, a trail of goosebumps appears on my arms, "But... I'm dying to meet the woman who birthed such a massive... ego," She giggles, pulling away and fiddling with my collar.
"Tease." I pout at her as she saunters away humming to herself, leaving me flustered and completely aroused. Fuck.
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Gigi's warm hand runs up and down my arm as we walk up the drive, I've nearly turned around three times but every time Gigi just drags me back. I'm fucking petrified, they all hate me.
"They don't hate you Colt, Everythings going to be fine." As if reading my mind Gigi soothes me, her voice reminding me to breathe, I feel bad for asking her to come. I can tell she feels uncomfortable but is hiding it for my sake.
