MasukAmara Cross POVI stepped inside, my heart racing with tension. My attention was drawn to the same photographer standing in the distance, capturing a young woman with a man dressed in matching clothes.I turned toward Soli, who was coming out of the makeup room, talking on her phone. The moment her eyes met mine, her face tightened, and her expression clouded with anxiety.I smiled lightly and waved:"Hi, Soli."I saw her say something to the person on the other end, then she hung up and tucked her phone into her pocket. She hurried toward me with quick steps:"What are you doing here?"Her tone was sharp, her lips pressed tightly together, firing at me without hesitation."Umm… actually, I came to talk about the photos that were posted."Her face paled with anger:"What photos?"I narrowed my eyes in shock and answered seriously:"Are you joking? My photos—the ones you suggested I take when I came with Asla."Her gaze was strange, full of obvious annoyance, as if my presence here was
Amara Cross POV"Do you think I’ll obey you? You really make me laugh."I turned to give him my back, but suddenly his arms wrapped around my waist, and I felt his strong grip lift me off the seat. I gasped and kicked at the air, trying to break free."You! Put me down, or else…"I didn’t finish. He turned to the other side, opening the door, and sat in his seat while still holding me in his lap, then sped off.I exhaled in anger, furious at being forced into things I didn’t want. My eyes caught his hand gripping the wheel, and without thinking, I bit it hard, feeling his muscles tense instantly."Damn it…"He growled low, but I bit harder, wanting my mark to be clear on his skin.I pulled back when I felt his jaw tighten, and he finally released me from his lap, setting me in the passenger seat with a scowl, his bitten hand still clutching the wheel firmly.I glared at him, a mix of annoyance and mischief:"How do you like that watch now stamped on your hand? Better than a Ben Ten wa
Amara Cross POVShock painted every line of my face. I tried to push him away, but he stayed rooted, unyielding, blocking every attempt to escape. I bit his hand in a desperate attempt to make him let go. The taste of his skin hit my tongue—a mix of salt and iron—but he didn’t respond.When he noticed my thighs pressing tightly together, my face twisted in a clear frown, he finally released my mouth. As soon as he did, I gasped sharply, my voice breaking as I panted:"The bathroom!"He blinked in surprise at my shout, yet his grip on my wrists remained, pressing until I could feel my pulse hammering under my skin."I know you’re trying to run."He muttered steadily. I exhaled angrily, my body trembling with tension, my blood heating my cheeks."Damn it… if you don’t move, I’ll pee on you! Let go of my wrists!"I shouted in frustration and anger, squeezing my thighs tighter and clamping my lips in impatience. But as soon as he saw the seriousness in my eyes, he let go of my wrists with
Amara Cross POVBehind the camera, Asla was watching me with excitement, clapping and letting out soft whistles."Wow, your looks are irresistible, Amara!"She shouted enthusiastically, waving her hands in the air.A burning heat crept onto my cheeks. I lowered my eyes for a moment and replied shyly, pressing my lips together,"Stop it, don’t ruin the shoot…"After a few minutes that felt like moments, the session ended, and I heard soft clapping from the crew echo in my ears."You were amazing, Amara!"Asla whispered, coming closer to me.I swallowed, took a deep breath, feeling my chest expand slowly, as if I had achieved something beyond my own abilities.I saw Solly move straight to the photographer, checking the pictures on the camera with a serious focus.I couldn’t hear what they were saying from where we stood, but their eyes were sharp, and their fingers moved quickly over the buttons."Amara, we’ll give you the photos in a few minutes. Wait here."She called from a distance.
Amara Cross POV"Was he really that handsome?"I asked while Asla flipped through TV channels with focus, the soft clicks echoing in the quiet room.She chuckled, then replied,"Yes, very! I really liked his look, and honestly, I was impressed. He also speaks French and Italian fluently."My eyes widened in surprise, and I slapped her thigh enthusiastically."You’re so lucky! Did you get his number?"I asked with curiosity, but she suddenly frowned, the space between her brows tightening."No… not because I was shy, but I couldn’t. He was busy with the other designers."I frowned with her in sympathy, then leaned my head back on the couch, staring at the ceiling."That’s okay. Do you know his full name? Maybe we can find him on social media."She looked at me suddenly, snorting with mockery."He’s famous, has an Instagram account, but even if I thought of messaging him, he wouldn’t reply. He has over a hundred million followers."I gasped, clutching my chest, then slid off the couch u
Amara POVI grabbed the pillow beside me and buried my face into it.The smell of clean fabric mixed with the heat of my trapped breaths. My inhalations bounced back muffled inside it.I didn’t want to cry because of him. I didn’t want to waste my tears on someone like him.I rolled onto my stomach and pressed my face deeper into the pillow, clutching it until it wrinkled under my fingers. Minutes passed before my thoughts scattered, my heartbeat quieted, and I sank into sleep.Suddenly, I woke to a loud crash.My heart jumped violently in my chest. My upper body shot up so fast I felt a dizzying swirl in my head. Half-asleep, I looked around, searching for the source of the sound.The window…It was wide open, curtains moving slowly with a cold breeze that slipped into the room. I swear I had closed it before bed.I frowned in surprise and pushed the blanket off my legs. The cold air touched my skin. I rose slowly and stepped toward it, placing my hand on the sill. It was cold, like
Amara Cross POV"Who’s this?"Michael’s voice was sharp, cutting through the air like silence itself had stopped around us.I felt his arm loosen, and I took the chance to pull away, smiling nervously and a bit naïve."He’s… my university dean."Michael stared at me, shocked and stunned."Your dean
Amara Cross POV"Amara, my girl, you’re here! Come, come!"The door opened, and some relatives stepped in.My face tensed… I knew that “come” all too well, the kind that always ended with kisses that drenched my cheeks in his damned saliva."No kissing! I have a cold. You might give it to me."He s
Amara Cross POVI slowly lowered my eyes to my lap. I felt my cheeks burning with a soft heat that started to spread to the tips of my ears.I whispered shyly, trying to hide behind my hair. "Yes... but not this much. A whole box? Besides... I have gained some weight lately."I said those words whi
Amara Cross POVI handed the basket to Aunt Gaston, who stared at me with a raised eyebrow, chewing her gum with an inspecting gaze.I followed Hannah, who was walking alongside Mr. Dorian toward one of the rooms, bouncing with excitement… clearly telling him something.My eyes widened in shock.Wh







