Chapter One: Normal life
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Dominique
“ f**k!! f**k!!! Doug! " The moans that tore out of my throat didn't sound human. It sounded from another realm. My legs were wrapped around Douglas’ waist. He was pounding my hole hard.
The sun was already up. The birds were chirping right outside my bedroom window. I had a lot of things to do today but my mind wasn't on them. My entire focus was fixed on the man in between my legs. He leaned, resting half his weight on my body. I spread my legs wider to accommodate him. Douglas placed his both hands on both sides of my head.
Every thrust he made brought waves of pleasure rushing through me. His ragged breaths filled my ears. His black eyes looked even blacker as he gazed into my eyes with such intensity like he wanted to see my soul.
Our cries of pleasure filled the room. Thank heavens for the soundproof or the house keepers would have heard our loud moans, not that they didn't know about us anyways.
Douglas licked my ear, biting down on the lobe. Another weird sensation of pleasure ran straight to my toes and they curled. I moaned, my lips finding their way to the base of this neck, licking and sucking the soft skin.
Douglas held me tight as his thrusts became faster. He was hitting me hard in all the right places. My breaths felt short and I found myself gasping for air. Douglas let out a loud cry as he came first. A few seconds later, I also came. Douglas fell on me, placing his head on my chest. We laid still for a while trying to catch our breaths.
I pushed the hair out of Douglas’ face with the sharp tip of my red stiletto nails. I smiled, gazing down at him.
Douglas was the best thing that had happened to me in years. When I had no direction, I was grieving and couldn't get my life back on track, Doug had helped me. After a childhood of dreams, Doug had helped to later put those dreams in place. I had once dreamt of being a fashion icon and now I had gotten there and it was all thanks to Doug.
He approached me saying that I had potential and he was the only one who didn't try to take advantage of me. I was skeptical but later had to agree. Doug became my manager and I made it big modelling for large brands. I was on my way to also establishing my own fashion brand and being the one to start appointing the models. Life was going good. I never thought it would go so smoothly after that incident.
I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts that wanted to start pouring in. That was in the past. It should stay in the past. I have moved on and I now have Doug, who had asked me out after three months of being my manager.
“ That was one hell of a ride, babe. " Doug said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
" Yes it was, “ I said, stretching.
Doug rolled out of the bed. He picked their clothes from the floor and dropped them on the white couch in the room.
“ You have a shoot this morning, babe. " Doug said, walking into the bathroom.
" Ughhhhhhh. “ I groaned rolling to the end of the bed. I sat up pushing my hair out of my face.
“ I'm so tireddddd. I don't think I have the strength to go for a shoot. "
" You'll be fine babe. " Douglas said disappearing into the bathroom, taking his time like he had nowhere to be.
The sound of the shower started a few seconds later.
I sighed and reached for my phone.
There were already notifications waiting for me. Messages from my agent, two missed calls from my stylist, and a reminder about the shoot.
I opened the message from the stylist.
Don't be late. Marcel wants everyone there by ten.
I stared at it.
Everyone was always worried about me being late.
Nobody ever worried about Douglas.
Probably because Douglas was the one responsible for making sure I wasn't.
The shower stopped.
A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Douglas walked out, rubbing his hair with a towel.
“You're still in bed?”
“I live here.”
“You're also the reason we're always rushing.”
I looked at him.
“You took a twenty-minute shower.”
“Fifteen.”
“Twenty.”
“Fifteen.”
“You're impossible.”
He grinned.
“I know.”
He walked over to the wardrobe and picked up the shirt he'd left there the night before.
“I'll go downstairs. I'm hungry.”
“Already?”
“I woke up hungry.”
“You're always hungry.”
“And you're always judging me.”
“Because you eat like you've never seen food before.”
He slipped his shirt on and looked at me.
“You're just jealous because I can eat whatever I want.”
I laughed.
“Go downstairs.”
“Yes, boss.”
He walked out.
I finally dragged myself out of bed.
My shower didn't take nearly as long as his.
I dressed quickly, fixing the collar of my shirt in the mirror before grabbing my phone.
I took one last look at myself.
Good enough.
I headed downstairs.
Douglas was sitting at the kitchen island with breakfast in front of him.
“You waited.”
He looked up.
“ This was the most selfcontrol I've had in a while ”
“I didn't think you'd survive that long without eating everything in the house.”
He pointed his fork at me.
“Keep talking and I'll eat your breakfast too.”
I pulled out the chair opposite him.
“What time are we leaving?”
“Twenty minutes.”
“For a ten o'clock shoot?”
“We have to get there early.”
“Why?”
“Because Marcel has decided today that perfection is apparently a reasonable expectation.”
I groaned.
“Of course he has.”
Douglas laughed.
“You'll survive.”
“I always do.”
He looked at me for a second.
“You nervous?”
“About a photoshoot?”
“You hate being unprepared.”
“I hate people who waste my time.”
“That's basically the same thing.”
I reached across the table and stole a piece of fruit from his plate.
He immediately slapped my hand away.
“Get your own.”
“You have more.”
“That's not the point.”
I smiled.
“You're very possessive about your breakfast.”
“You're very annoying before noon.”
“And yet you keep dating me.”
“That's my greatest character flaw.”
I laughed.
The housekeeper came into the kitchen a moment later.
“Mr. Reed, should I prepare anything for later?”
“No. We'll probably eat at the studio.”
She nodded.
“And the package that came this morning?”
“Leave it in my office. I'll deal with it when I get back.”
Douglas finished his coffee and stood.
“We should go.”
I picked up my bag.
“Finally.”
He gave me a look.
“You were the one who took forever getting dressed.”
“I needed to look good.”
“You always think you look good.”
“I usually do.”
He shook his head as we headed toward the door.
I smiled to myself.
It was going to be a long day.
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