Chapter 1: Reunion in the Spotlight
I hadn’t seen Soran in over a decade, not since our parents spun that flimsy lie about ‘needing space’ and tore us apart. Back then, we were just kids, running wild between beaches in the Dominican Republic and Brazil, our bronze skin kissed by the sun, hazel eyes glinting with mischief. Now, standing in the sleek, mirrored studio of a Manhattan high-rise for a joint editorial shoot, I barely recognized the man before me. At 6’7, Soran towered over everyone, his muscular frame wrapped in a tailored black suit that screamed power, the scent of YSL Tuxedo cologne wafting off him like a dark, seductive promise. My own scent, Jul et Mad Stairway to Heaven, curled around me, sensual and intoxicating, matching the sheer, black lace lingerie peeking beneath my silk robe.
‘Novaella,’ he drawled, his voice a low rumble with that Brazilian-Filipino accent, smooth as sin. His curly dark brown hair fell just right, framing those piercing hazel eyes that hadn’t changed a bit. ‘Didn’t think I’d see you again, not like this.’
I tilted my head, my 5’7 frame poised with a confidence I’d honed over years of runway struts. ‘And yet, here we are, Soran. Funny how our parents suddenly decided to play matchmaker after all that bullshit about keeping us apart.’ My tone was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade. I hadn’t forgotten the hurt, even if I’d buried the details.
He smirked, stepping closer, the heat of his presence making my skin prickle. ‘You think this is their game? Maybe. But I’m not complaining.’ His gaze dropped, lingering on the curve of my slim physique, the small swell of my breasts barely contained by the lace. ‘You’ve grown into quite the vision.’
I laughed, a husky sound, crossing my arms to push my chest just a little higher. ‘Flattery won’t erase the past, pretty boy. I’m not some damsel waiting to be charmed. Why don’t you tell me why you’re really here?’
Soran’s eyes darkened, a flicker of something dangerous passing through them. ‘Maybe I’m here to remind you of what we had. Or… what we could have.’ He reached out, his fingers brushing a stray curl of my dark brown hair, the touch sending a jolt straight to my core. ‘You can’t tell me you don’t feel it, Nova.’
I stepped closer, my breath hitching as the scent of him enveloped me, my voice dropping to a whisper. ‘Feel what? The way you’re looking at me like I’m a prize to be won? I’m not yours to claim, Soran. Not yet.’
His lips curled into a wicked grin, and he leaned down, his mouth hovering near my ear. ‘Oh, I’m not claiming. I’m begging. Let me show you how good I can be for you.’ His words were a caress, dripping with promise, and I felt a heat pool between my thighs, my body betraying my cool exterior.
I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, my hand sliding up his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath. ‘Begging, huh? That’s a new look for you. I like it.’ My fingers danced along the edge of his collar, teasing. ‘But if you want to play, you better keep up. I don’t break easy.’
The air between us crackled, electric and heavy, as the photographer called us to set. We moved together, posing with a raw, unspoken chemistry, my body pressed against his, feeling the undeniable hardness of him through his trousers. My pussy clenched at the thought, a wet heat building as I shifted, letting him feel the nudge of my Princess Diana piercing through the thin fabric. His breath hitched, and I caught the glint of his Prince Albert piercing outlined against his pants, a silent promise of what was to come.
‘Careful, Nova,’ he murmured, his voice thick with desire as we shifted poses, my ass brushing against him deliberately. ‘Keep teasing, and I won’t be able to stop myself.’
I turned my head, lips brushing his jaw as I whispered, ‘Who said I want you to stop?’
The shoot ended, but the tension didn’t. In the private elevator to our penthouses, the space felt too small, too charged. I pushed him against the wall, my hands in his hair, pulling just hard enough to make him whimper. ‘You’re gonna be a good boy for me, aren’t you?’ I purred, my voice dripping with command.
Soran’s eyes fluttered, a soft whine escaping him. ‘Fuck, Nova, anything you want. Just don’t stop.’
I smirked, my hand sliding down to palm him through his pants, feeling his cock, thick and hard, straining for me. ‘Oh, I’m just getting started.’
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