LOGINAmara 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 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 POVI raised my eyebrows in surprise before smiling and asking him curiously."Should I ask?"He responded with a side smile, studying me."You had one question to ask… and you wasted it."I closed the door quietly behind me, slipping the key into my jeans pocket, still trying to make s
Amara Cross POVI wiped the tears clinging to my lashes. The moment I lifted my head, warm fingers gripped my wrist, brushing against me gently. A faint spark of warmth traveled beneath my skin, shy and teasing.“You’re pushing yourself too hard, little one… Ever since you switched your major, you’
Amara Cross POVI held the cotton and gently wiped his arm, feeling the cold liquid seep through my fingers, while he watched me so intently it made my breath catch.I cleared my throat, then picked up the syringe and looked at Mr. Dorian softly."Little patient, the injection."I didn’t finish. He
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







