If you’ve ever been tempted by candy or drugs or gambling…then you know where I’m at.
She’s the apple that could force a man to take that fatal bite. I want this woman. No, I need this woman.
I had one night with her, and she hasn’t left my mind for a goddamn second. What the fuck is the matter with me? I haven’t felt this way about a girl since, well, never.
The Grayson name is synonymous with being an unfeeling asshole. But she makes me feel things—and I’m starting to think I can’t ignore that anymore.
My assistant waves her hand in front of my face. “Declan, focus, man. Come on, already. Every hour that these girls are here, we’re paying them for nothing.”
She’s right. I have ten models nude and ready to shoot, but my frame of mind isn’t in the game.
I need to get my shit together and stop obsessing over a ghost. I should’ve never agreed to this bullshit deal.
I stand back, looking from one girl to another. Each one of these women are stunning, but none compare to Aurora.
I’ve recently found myself comparing every hot chick that comes my way to a woman I barely know. Obsessing over a woman isn’t normal for me, and I need to get her out of my head—or into my bed.
“Alright. You, the redhead, I need you posing on the black stool,” I say, nodding to the dark canvas to the right.
I’m not the kind of man who loses focus when they see a girl. But the night that I met Aurora, the night I felt her virgin pussy, well, my brain went south for the winter.
“Can you fucking just pose right? Not so stiff,” I say impatiently.
The model moves stiffly and does nothing for my lens. At this rate, we’ll be here all day.
“Goddammit! Get it right or get the fuck out. We don’t have time for amateurs,” I practically scream.
My voice echoes through the studio. The model looks afraid, all of them do.
I’ve worked with most of these girls for months now, and they know the routine. Sure, at times, they get on my nerves, but nothing like they’re doing today. My patience is running on empty, and if I don’t snap, I’ll be fucking shocked.
The entire studio stops, waiting for another explosion. I need to fix this mood before I do something irrational.
“Take five. I need to make a phone call,” I say.
I walk off, phone in hand, and plan on doing something I swore I wouldn’t.
I’m going to break the rules and call Aurora.
I can’t get her off my mind. Even being around ten nude models with incredible bodies does nothing to satiate my aching cock. There’s a need inside of me, a desire that must be filled, or else I know I’ll fucking explode.
I just need to get in one more fuck with her, have her all to myself instead of sharing, and then this will all be over, and I can resume my normal life.
Fucking Aurora, the virgin temptress.
I dial the number she gave me the other night. When it gets to the second ring, I begin to doubt myself and hope she didn’t screw me over and hand out a fake number.
This isn’t like me. I’m always fucking confident. But with her, I just don’t know.
I’m about to hang up when a voice on the end says, “Hello?”
It’s her voice.
My cock rises to occasion, ready for round two.
“Hey, Aurora. It’s Declan. How are you doing?” I ask.
Breathless, her voice sounds like a fucking dream come true.
“Doing very well, now that I hear your voice, thanks. What’s up?” Aurora asks.
Fuck me now. The sound of her voice, her endearing words—everything points to her feeling something for me, too. My confidence is back, and this time, it’s in overdrive.
“I’m going to an art opening tonight and wanted to see if you’d be interested in going with me. Semi-formal, but it should be a good time,” I propose.
She agrees right away to go with me, giving me hope that maybe she has feelings, too. Maybe I’m not alone in this.
Before ending the call, I tell her a limo will pick her up at eight tonight.
I should feel like shit for breaking the rule, but that’s not who I am. I don’t care what my brothers think, because I know them too well. I would be surprised if they didn’t do the same at least once.
I leave the rest of the shoot in the hands of my assistant. She’s not as good as I am, but for today, I’ll settle on her finishing up.
I’m sure the models are happy that I’ve decided to step back for the day. I’m a hard-ass, but today was extreme, even for me.
Arriving back at my penthouse, the first thing I need is a quick shower, a shave, and something to wear that will make Aurora cream her panties.