LOGINAmara 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 Vance POV"What kind of relationship do we have? I mean… you…"The question finally slipped from my lips, spinning in my mind like a restless storm, banging against the walls of my skull every night.I didn’t finish.Dorian slowly pulled away from my neck. His warm breath that had brushed my skin vanished instantly, and the cold of the room crawled over me. He lifted his eyes to mine. His gaze was still… cold, sharp as frost biting the tips of my fingers."Our relationship has no name. We’re just… messing with each other. Nothing more."His words weren’t spoken—they sank into me. I felt a sharp pain tearing through my chest. My stomach knotted, and the air in my lungs thinned. I blinked slowly, as if trying to wake from a slap I hadn’t heard."What do you mean by that? Do you mess with every girl my age?"My voice was low, but I clearly heard it tremble.He exhaled sharply. The warmth of his hand vanished, replaced by a crushing grip around my wrists. His fingers twisted so hard
Amara Cross POVI narrowed my eyes and turned my face away, wanting to look at him… but my helmet blocked me."What do you mean by that? Was your recklessness what got you here? Making you a millionaire?"I asked loudly, full of disbelief, but he suddenly leaned toward me, pressing my back against his chest as the bike continued to rumble fast, his rigid area tapping against me with every move."Billionaire!"He said it calmly, as if it meant nothing."What? What are you saying?"I asked in shock, eyebrows raised."I’m not a millionaire… I’m a billionaire. Correct your facts."I gasped at his confident tone, coughing hard and pounding my chest, unable to believe it."You’re joking, right? How many zeros do you have next to the one in your account?"He chuckled hoarsely, then suddenly sped up the bike. I clung to him involuntarily, my breath caught in my chest."I don’t count them."He said it simply, without care, then fell silent for a moment before continuing in a low voice:"Do you
Amara Cross POV"Didn't you say you wanted to know all the reckless things I did in my youth? Well, now you know!"I reached forward and pinched his chest hard, my fingers spreading over the firmness of his muscles beneath the fabric. His body shivered slightly, a low growl escaping between his teeth… as if what I did tickled him more than anything else."I don’t want to know anymore! Just take me home! You’re insane… you’ll kill us at this speed!"He chuckled in that deep, rough, warm voice, vibrating in my ears over the roar of the engine, coming straight from the depths of him:"Crazy about you."My eyes widened, a hot gasp ripped from my chest, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs."Is this the flirting time?! Slow down, please!"My voice trembled as cold air slapped my face, the scent of burning asphalt mixing with his manly cologne that overpowered the wind.He rode us through several empty neighborhoods… no noise, no passersby… just us and the engine roaring loud, wild.







