Liya
My DM's were full of offers from luxurious brands to their shoots which was so overwhelming because this was all I've ever wanted. At the same time my heart was blowing up with fireworks that my first ever luxurious brand shoot was going to be a Victoria Secret one.
It was my favourite lingerie brand. As soon as I reached the agency I was taken to meet the CEO of Victoria Secret where the Calvin Klien CEO was too.
"Can you believe it, Chase Ruel has hit the stock market with his deal of 1.5 million per lot in Brooklyn?" he laughs with amazement.
"It's all over the news. Chase Ruel and here she is... meet Liya Dalton," Ellah spoke seeing me.
I professionally nodded my head at them instead of going for a handshake. Which made them a bit icky but I acted as if I hadn't noticed. Ellah looked at me with a awkward smile and I gave one back to her.
"Liya why don't you go get dressed for the shoot?" she offered with a laugh.
"Oh, sure. I just wanted to let you know that this is so big for me. I love Victoria Secret. Especially the reds," the excitement in my voice spoke confidently.
"Well, you're in for the reds today. Let's see how well you pull them off," he smiles softly with a slight nod.
I look to Ellah before I leave towards my makeup room which was now moved up to the same floor at Luka's. It was a makeup room given to famous models and it was so luxurious.
Fur rugs, a nice bed with my sets on and even a vanity table. This room was a dream. I had worn the Brazilian Shine Strap Knickers with a matching bra underneath their silky robe that had fluffs at the edge.
They had straightened my hair and did a light makeup look on me as they wanted my freckles to shine. But a red lipstick was painted onto my lips. I had always had red lipstick on as it was just my thing. After they had perfected me, I was taken back to where the shoot was held.
My eyes widened.
"What are you doing here?" Chase asked at the sight of me.
He was also in a red robe, perfected with a light base because he was already perfect enough. My eyes twitched at Ellah who had walked over to the both of us.
"Alright, we have both our models. Let's get this shoot started," she announced.
"What do you mean by both models?" I questioned grabbing onto her hand.
"This is a collaborative shoot with Calvin Klien and Victoria Secret," she told, absolutely making my heart drop and sink into my body.
"I wasn't told of this," I argued in a slight high tone which made Ellah give me the eyes.
"Liya, don't create a scene. Do you realise how big of an opportunity this is for you?" she scowled.
"Is everything okay?" the CEOs come to interfere.
"Yes, everything is fine. The shoot will start soon," Ellah told them.
My teeth gritted onto my inner lip and chewed on it restlessly. I didn't look at Chase. I couldn't because I felt like I was going to have a panic attack right now.
Luka... Luka...
He was all I could think of right now. Chase is going to be disgusted once he touches me.
'It's so disgusting to touch you, you filth', my uncles voice echoed into my brain increasing the rate of my heart.
My vision could nearly go blurry as of right now and I could faint. Me and Chase have never even shaken hands or accidentally touched. My thoughts are interrupted by the producer shows us a reference photo for our first pose.
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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