Chase
I was given their classic trunk for the shoot. Black. Which meant that Liya was also going to be in black.
"God bless you're so hot. I don't even need to draw abs on you," the makeup artist complimented, staring at me with her eyes.
"It takes effort to keep this body in shape. But it's all worth it if the ladies are pleased," I flirted exiting the room in my robe.
I find Liya already out standing with the directors and producers of the ad.
"There we have our male model. Let's get this shoot started shall we," the old man snickered with his eyes raping Liya even though she was covered in her robe.
"We were just talking about how gorgeous Liya is. I don't think I have seen a model this beautiful ever for a Cosabella shoot," he continued shamelessly.
Her eyes widened with discomfort and slight fear as his hand grazed around her shoulder and down her arm, feeling it.
"Shall we have the robes off then," he proceeded to talk.
What the fuck. She was biting the corner of her inner lip. Her nails were pinching and scratching the skin of her sensitive red thumb. It could nearly bleed. My feet dragged me around them with a fake smile as I broke contact of his touch with her.
"You must be the director. I am such a huge fan of Cosabella. It's the lingerie I often purchase for my one-night stands," I spoke looking directly into his eyes.
His body position changing meaning he felt insulted and understood why I was standing in between him and Liya. Gradually, a worker carried out a tray of boiling water with milk. Looks like someone wants tea.
"That's nice to hear," the director responded back.
Unconsciously, I had turned my body and pushed the worker right into the director. The kettle had opened onto his hands and steam radiated around us. He screamed in pain and everyone gathered around us.
"Oh my, my apologies. I hadn't seen you come. Someone take the director to the first aid room. It looks like the burn is serious," I acted looking at how red his skin was getting.
"We're going to have to wait till the director returns to continue the shoot," the producer spoke.
"I'm sorry but we're very tight on schedule. We need to do the shoot now. Right, Liya?' I lied looking towards her to take part in it with it.
She nodded yes, subtly. I had requested to see the director whilst he was in the aid room. He told the nurse to leave as his hand was getting iced. I had locked the door behind me as I took my steps forwards towards him.
"You don't know who I am," he spoke proudly.
"I don't even care who you are," I scoffed taking a pocket knife out of my robe.
I held it to his jawline giving him a little fright. In my other hand, the lighter that lit my cigarette everyday filled in. Flicking it on, I got his eyes to shift to the lighter. Looking down to his burnt hand, I take the little harmless flame and dig it in.
"However you need to know who I am. That little stunt you pulled out there with Liya, cost you a dramatic burn on your hand. I say it's a second-degree burn. Now if you want these hands attached to your body, you tell the producer the shoot goes on whilst you stay in this room," I ordered pinching the knife at the edge of his jaw as his screams fill in the room from the flame.
He nods yes fearfully and this was going to be his last nod ever. Taking my lighter away from his hand, I threw it back into my robe with the pocket knife. I walk back out without hearing another word from him.
If only I could drag this knife through his throat, then I'd find peace. After a few minutes of discussion amongst the team they decided to go forwards with the shoot without the director.
Meanwhile my eyes studied the little shakes her left leg was doing as she stood there. What is she thinking of right now?
"Alright, let's commence the shoot," the producer said.
Liya and I take off our robes. I watch the silk slide off her body at a fast pace like it was her skin dragging it off her so the fire of my eyes could see it. She was in a long bra made of a cute net design, black with panties.
My throat suffocated of air whilst I felt myself heat up at my shaft. Our first pose was her leaning onto my shoulder with her arm. I carefully looked at Liya. She wasn't okay. She wanted to run out of here. We did our first pose and she stood so uncomfortably.
"Liya, can you please smile a little," the producer said.
"I'm sorry," she apologised under her breath, plastering a fake smile.
She turned around for the next pose. Half her body against mine to get the back shot of the lingerie. Her arm went around my neck.
"You're fine, Strawberry," I assured, placing my hand on her bare waist.
She was still shook and disturbed. I could see her teeth cutting through the inside of her mouth and I hated it. My hand presses her body against mine softly as she nods.
"Just close your eyes and think of someone that doesn't make you feel threatened when they touch you," I instructed.
Her eyes closed swiftly, and the clicks of the cameras could be heard. I slowly guided her around to our next pose. Her body position against my entire back. I guide her hand into my hair whilst mine stamps against her thigh.
"Chase," she breathed out.
"I'm here, Strawberry," I convinced.
Her eyelids slowly lifted, and her neck twisted. She looked up to my face, her lips parted for a few steady breaths. She's relaxed now.
"Alright, now it's time for the solo poses," the producer interrupted.
She had broken her body apart from me. Her hand slid out of my hair and down my arm. My hand ran along her palm as she took her steps away from me. I was eager to just grip onto it.
God, I needed her near me right now. Her soft skin against mine right this moment. The solo poses went by fast, mostly because I wanted to get it over and done with to make sure Liya was actually okay. She had already changed into her normal clothes, pants and a blouse.
"Liya," I called out as she headed to her car but she ignored me.
I sprint behind her and turn her against the car by her arm.
"Chase, not now please," her voice cracks as she keeps her eyes away from me.
But I know that they're watery. Her body language is restless. My hand cuffs her face softly and she finally looks up at me. I have no idea about what's going on in her mind but she's a mess right now and needs to think of something else.
I drag my lips down onto hers and softly start kissing her. This was also a plate of food to my thirst of Liya. Oh Lord of Heaven, she tasted like strawberries. The taste of her strawberry tongue was mixing in with the taste of cigarette on my tongue.
The one I had taken before the shoot. She now tasted like strawberries and cigarettes and that was fucking good. Her hand glides down my arm as she kisses me back. My fingers feel hers wrap around. Rejecting the wrap, I take my fingers between hers.
A tear drops out of the corner of her eye and hits my thumb that holds her face, making me break the kiss. My eyes instantly fling open whilst hers slowly. We stare at each other for a few seconds, processing this kiss.
"Tell me Strawberry, why can't you bear a man's touch?" I ask softly to keep her in comfort.
Rather, it brings her to her senses. She breaks her hand free from mine and adds stubbornness to her shoulders.
"It's nothing like that. And don't fucking kiss me again Chase," she scowls pushing me by the chest.
"You're lying. I saw how his arm around your shoulder was terrifying you," I argued stopping her from getting into her car.
"It's none of your business. You don't own me! It's not your right to intervene with me and my life. Or to touch me without my permission," she blabbered.
"Well you didn't reject my touch," I scoffed at her.
"That doesn't mean anything. I hate you and I always will," she says.
"Okay fine. Hate me. But just tell me why-" I continued to beg before she cut me off by slamming her door in my face.
I watched her drive off at speed.
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