Him or his Best Friend

𝐂𝐡. 𝟕 | 𝐍𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭

My eyes widen at seeing how close we have to get. We both walk over to the white background and my eyes refused to stop twitching. I finally look up to Chase who has a softened gaze towards me. His robe is undone and I suppose mine was supposed to be undone too.

His hand reaches forward to the string of my robe and pulls it, making the string fall to the floor. I keep my sight to him because with each movement my heart rate increases with anxiety and fear.

Chase doesn't look down at my body. My waist feels a handprint. It's his. He's holding me by my waist over the robe and a sudden strain of calmness eradicates in me, making me breathe normally.

"Breathe, Strawberry. I'm going to lift your leg by your thigh in my other hand," he whispers getting me prepared for skin to skin contact with a man.

I gave a small nod. His smooth finger glides against my skin like butter and all the fear inside me exits my body. My arm automatically reaches for his shoulder and places itself there. Chase's palm holds more than half my thigh in his hand. I was small compared to him and even a bit short.

My other hand sprung around to his arm, feeling his biceps that were sticking out. I can't believe I was doing this with him. With the guy that had always looked at me and other women as if we were degrading sex toys.

"Face the camera now," Chase whispered, breaking me from my thoughts.

His hand was warm against my thigh and heat was eradicating off his body. The flashes hit both our faces as we held this pose stably after fixing our expressions. I had plastered a smile across my face and I have no idea what Chase did.

"Superb. Next position now," the director said which made him chuckle a little because he carried a dirty brain.

I rolled my eyes at him drastically. Why is my body reacting differently to his touch? Why am I not panicked and scrunched like a ball in a corner? The next reference photo is where Chase has to hug me from the back.

Chase moves behind me. His hand removes the robe off one side of my shoulder, revealing my bra strap. My chest heavens up, showing my beautiful neck-line. Flashes go off as my head turns down to him gliding the robe off my shoulder. This wasn't even the pose.

He places his cheek beside mine and hugs my stomach between his huge arms. One of his hand snakes beneath my robe, arousing me because his touch felt magical on my skin.

"Why are you breathing so heavily?" I whispered feeling his chest find it hard to co-ordinate his breaths.

"I'm going to go insane," he answered in his warm breath that dropped onto my naked skin.

The next hour goes by with us both modelling in more positions together. Position where we got closer and closer which started to intimidate me because I could nearly feel myself get aroused.

"Last pose," the director says showing the last reference photo.

My eyes bawled and I wanted to run out of this modelling agency.

"Oh good grief," Chase frowned under his breath.

His eyes meet mine and he's too astonished that his cheeks turned red out of embarrassment. I literally had to sit down on his lap!

"Fuck Liya, let's get this over and done with," he muttered with annoyance.

He went and sat down on the white cloth. I walk over and get down on my knees. Slowly lifting my leg up to spread it over his thighs, I take a seat at the edge of his knees.

"A bit closer Liya," the director instructed.

I move down his thighs a little bit but it still wasn't close enough. The director made me move down until our hips hit each other. A groan escaped out of Chase's mouth and his eyes seductively look up into mine before they drop down onto my huge breasts that laid right in front of his eyes.

Once again, his hand glided up my thigh smoothy to make its way up to my hip. My lungs filled in with air at his warm touch. My hands snaked up to his shoulders as shown in the pose.

Feeling his skin in my hands was different. Feeling something underneath myself, I adjusted myself, making himself hold my hips still.

"That's not helping anything, Strawberry," he groaned loud enough for me to hear only.

Oh my... he was having an erection.

Once his face came close to mine he held his breath. It looked as if he was devastated to even touch me. Like he couldn't bear me this close to him. He held his breath the same way my uncle so that the filthy breath that came our of my body did not touch him.

"You find touching me disgusting," I spoke softly with a bit of hurt from the sudden overthinking.

His eyes flung upwards to me and my breath fastened. He couldn't stand to breathe having me this close to him. My body is filthy. How could Luka ever love me when people think my body is filthy?

"And we're done," the director said, taking his chance to say anything to me.

I get off him instantly at those words, feeling a bit aroused and sexually frustrated as well as hurt. I was feeling a mixed ton of emotions. Without saying another word to anyone, I head back to my makeup room and change.

But when I go to close the door, a hand interferes in the way, holding it open. Chase's face appears as he pushes it open. I walk back on my steps and he walks towards me. With one hand, he closes the door behind him.

"Stand still," he commanded roughly in his deep voice.

When I refuse to look at him, his finger gently lifts my chin up. My eyes lock in with the curtain of darkness that tries to cover his eyes harshly but finds it troubling to.

"I have to attend a masquerade tonight, held by one of my important partners," he starts as the tie of my robe in his hand goes around my back.

"So be ready by 7pm. I'm not leaving you home alone," he expanded, tying a knot on my robe and covering my body.

I nodded yes, for the first time agreeing to something he had told me to do without hesitation. I was hypnotised and I don't know how but I hated it. What has he done?

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