You Capture My Attention (GxG)

Chapter Thirty-Three

"Shut up... fuck." I moaned out, digging my fingers into her hair, pulling her lips away from my nipple. Placing my hands on either side of her face, I kissed her with as much passion as I could possibly muster. She was surprised at first, but I couldn't ignore the smirk I felt as she kissed me back, her fingers keeping up the pace inside of me. I felt a massive burst of warmth out of nowhere when her pace not only picked up but... changed. I couldn't describe it as she fucked me. "Fuck! I need to..." I breathed out, pulling my lips away from her and digging my face into the crook of her neck. After a constant of her fingers inside me, I finally found my own personal heaven as I came. I let out a small, but desperate moan on the side of her neck as she continued pushing her fingers deeper inside of me. "Stop! Oh my god..." I begged, pushing her hand away from me. She pulled away from me, breathing heavily as she pushed herself off me, rolling onto the side of me, resting the inside of her elbow over her eyes.

"Jesus Christ." She laughed, shallow breaths escaping through her words. "That was amazing, Valerie." She breathed out, causing my face to turn one million shades of red. As my nirvana was coming back to reality, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming amount of feelings.

"Yeah... it really was." I mumbled, trying to contain my emotions in any way I could. I pulled the pillow back to cover my now overly exposed chest, sitting up.

"What's the matter...?" Her accent was thick as her voice was raspy and it was sending even more mixed signals through my veins. "Did I do something wrong?" She pleaded, her voice filled with regret now. I sighed, looking over my shoulder to her. My God... even her 'After Sex Look' was even more attractive than I could have ever imagined! 'Fuck...' I thought inwardly as I swallowed the stone that had seemed to lodge itself in my throat.

"No." Was all I could muster, turning away from her. What the fuck did I just get myself into?!

"Then what's the matter...?" Her voice sounded... upset? I looked back to her once more to see the model sitting next to me now, uncaring of her current lack of clothing. I couldn't control my eyes as they traveled to her still clothed breasts. I subconsciously licked my lips, averting my eyes. "Hello?!"

"Ugh!" I groaned out, falling back onto the bed, covering my face with the long pillow. "I'm just... I don't know! I'm like super fucking emotional!" Without another word, the pillow was being pulled off my face. I opened my eyes in surprise but found myself to be speechless as I stared up at the most amazing woman I've ever seen. I felt my nerves getting the better part of me as the thought of what she had just done to me resonated with me.

"You weren't another notch on my belt." She spoke with such honesty in her voice. I licked my lips as I looked at her. "Please, stop letting your head get to you. I absolutely loved what we did just now... and based on how you were moaning, I'm assuming you did as well." I watched the cocky smirk splashed across her features and even though I was embarrassed, I knew she was speaking truthful words. I clenched my jaw as her hand brushed a few loose strands from my face. Placing a kiss on my forehead, goosebumps overwhelmed my flesh. How was she able to do this to me? "Ready for round two?"

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"Can you please hold still?!" I yelled in frustration, running a hand over my face. I looked up at the young model, one I didn't really know, who barely understood me. The blonde's dress was in desperate need for mending, but with the language barrier, it was proving quite difficult. "Fucking Christ!" I screamed in frustration, standing up and throwing my hands up in defeat.

"What's the problem?!" I heard Michele say next to me. I looked to her for a moment with an annoyed face before turning back to the French woman who was oozing with attitude problems.

"She's not working with me." I groaned, looking at my phone to see I only had an hour to fix this.

"Tu es un idiot." The foreign woman spat towards me. I gawked at her childish like behavior.

"Are you fucking joking right now?" I looked at her, pissed the fuck off now. "I understand what idiot means!"

"Salope..." She whispered under her breath. My nose crinkled at the word I didn't understand. " Va te faire foutre!"

"Hey!" I looked over my shoulder to see Lyndsey behind me now. I looked back to the blonde to see that she was uncomfortable now. I groaned in annoyance, wishing this event could fucking end. "How dare you talk to her like that!" Next thing I knew, the two of them were arguing in French. And despite Michele trying her hardest to get between them, it took three of us to pull the two of them away from the other. "She just called you a fucking slut!" my eyes widen in disbelief.

"Are you serious?" I laughed hysterically. "God fuck this!" I yelled, throwing my needle kit on the table. "This shit is unacceptable."

"Get back here and finish this!" Michele demanded, but I didn't really care about it anymore. People were staring at me, causing me to get even more anxious. Storming out of the back entrance, I found myself staring off into the beautiful night sky, the sun setting in the distance. I sighed, leaning against the wall. Today had been nothing but fittings and fixings. I rubbed the back of my neck, hearing the tense part crack under the pressure. I was becoming miserable doing this. This wasn't what I had imagined for myself... here I thought I always wanted to attend fashion week. Here I am, in the biggest event of the year. Yet, I was miserable... I'm sure you'll just say that I'm being dramatic, but I assure you... I'm not. As the year progressed with this company, I was learning just how much they were taking advantaged of me and their models. Working crazy hours, with my work being basically stolen from me and used as their own. I ground my teeth together, trying my best to look at the positive side of things.

"You okay?" The Australian accent rang through my ears. I couldn't help the smile the adorned my lips as I looked at her. She looked positively radiant in the gown I had designed for her. She closed the stage door behind her, walking towards me as she held up the sides of the gown carefully.

"I'm alright. I just needed some fresh air is all." I answered truthfully. I looked at her, smiling warmly. "You look amazing," I said, deflecting towards her now. She looked down at her, smirking lightly.

"You made me look amazing." She boasted, causing me to laugh with her. "Look, that girl is a total cunt." I laughed even more, nodding along with her, clicking my tongue off my teeth in annoyance.

"Got that fucking straight." I agreed, shaking my head. "Did she really call me a slut?"

"Don't worry, I called her a piece of shit French bitch." Lyndsey smirked, making me smile in return to her protective nature.

"That's mean, Lyndsey." I shook my head, but couldn't help but love the fact that she was willing to call someone out for me.

"So was calling you a slut..." She said, speaking lightly under her breath. I didn't bother asking though, knowing she was probably using other lovely words to describe the woman I disliked. "But... Michele needs you to come back in and finish, unfortunately..." I looked at her with a frown, noting that her body language itself described her distaste in the situation.

"I know..." I sighed, rolling my neck, pushing my glasses back down the bridge of my nose. "Come on." I groaned, about to walk back in.

"You look sexy as fuck with those glasses..." She whispered as I walked by her. Shivers ran down my spine and just as I was just about to grab the door handle, she pushed me against the closed door. I felt the intense gaze as she stared down at me, her hair cascading down her shoulders. I wrapped my shoulders, attempting to be careful of her gown, but pulling her down to kiss her. "I honestly love your lips..." She whispered, causing me to blush. "And making you blush..." She cooed, causing me to slap her on the arm. "Ow!"

"You deserve it!" I laughed, sneaking back into the hell hole.

It had been three days since our night back in the hotel, and to be honest, I couldn't feel any closer to her than I was right now. We had been inseparable over the course of this trip. Even though I was growing to hate everything about Fashion Week, I was loving every second I got to spend with her. Cracked my knuckles as I looked at the taller blonde, ignoring the bitchy attitude she had.

"Let's do this, you bitch."

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