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"You're on!" Marcel nudged me towards the runway. It stretched before me, and seemed to span into infinity. With the colorful neon lights showering me and outlining my curves, I swayed my hips seductively as I strutted down the runway. I analyzed the pulsing beat of the rhythm carefully, as to ensure my steps and the music corresponded. I was never fond of stuffy, boring fashion shows. So I decided to liven it up-my way. The audience applauded wildly-and seemed to love the dynamic energy. I could hear Jack in the front row cheering for me too-and it was exhilarating. The host of the fashion show was clearly pleased too. "Who is this new model?" Let's continue to cheer her on!"

I shivered with excitement. I had successfully completed both the beachwear and casual categories. Now all I had to do was finished with a bang. I floated gracefully through the crowds in Lavar's crimson gown. This one was truly a masterpiece. I paused at the edge of the runway and gave my best sultry look to each individual audience member. That's when I caught sight of black eyes, gazing at me in awe. Shit! I had forgotten Adam was there. But no matter. I lingered for just a little while longer, giving Adam a sassy smirk before dramatically flashing the cloak of the dress and sauntering off. The crowd roared with applause.

"Wow! You were magnifique!" Francois Lavar told me himself.

I stood backstage, being congratulated by other models and having my praises sung by Marcel and Lavar. Jack found his way back in, too.

"You must become my lead muse!" Lavar said. "Promise me you will consider. I can give you a week," he handed me his card.

I was stunned. Surely- I did not intend for this to go so far. The enormity of it hit me when I realized all the people and celebrities I modeled for. Besides, I was already semi-famous in Italy for my photography. What have I done?

"Oh! Mr. Lavar this is such an amazing opportunity. But I will need to think about it."

"Please do, Madame. Until we meet again." Lavar gave me a quick peck on the cheek and Marcel kissed my hand. They both left to give their closing speech for the night, specifically Lavar. Jack turned to me and smiled.

"What a hell of a night! You were so amazing Eleanor. The audience was transfixed by you. And so was I. "

I blushed furiously. "Oh Jackie, I never felt so exited and alive! But I am also sorry I had to leave, I know you wanted to-"

Jack waved my apology off and placed a lingering kiss on my cheek. "Don't worry about that now. Besides, if not for it you would not have met Lavaar and gained such an amazing opportunity. And you can always make it up to me," he placed his hand on the small of my back, moving his fingers in small circles.

I pulled away gently, smiling up at him. " We shall have to see about that. I'm going to head to the dressing room to return these clothes and retrieve my own. I'll meet you out front?"

"I eagerly await your return," Jack said and left. He looked at little sad. I mean, I would be if I loved someone and the person did not feel the same. I sighed, and headed for the dressing room. Then it was the matter of him *apparently* finding out about Adam earlier. Maybe that was still on his mind. I have to make it a point to check up on him, later.

I had finally reached the dressing room, and was surprised to find that the lights were very dim. It was deathly quiet. The furtniture and clothing were mere outlines. But on the cushioned couch next to the mirror-a figure sat on the chair. I became afraid. Someone was in here. But who? Tentatively, I reached for the brighter switch and flicked it on. My breath hitched in my throat as Adam's figure became illuminated by the light. It was him.

"I've been waiting for you, Bellissima."

"For Christ sake Adam...how did you even get back here..to my personal dressing room?"

Adam smiled devilishly. "Finding you wasn't hard. Lets say I, 'persuaded' one of the female assistants to take me to Eleanor Rell's dressing room. And my, all of this does surprise me. Is my little Bellissima a star now?" He laughed wickedly. I hated when he mocked me.

"Listen you...you bastard! What do you want? Aren't you supposed to be with Maria?"

Adam's eyes darkened dangerously. "And what of your date, Bellissima? I thought you belonged solely to me."

"I never was 'yours', especially after I found out about her. I will not be a toy for your enjoyment and pleasure, Adam. That goes for either of you. I will not." I said firmly.

Adam got up and walked toward me with sexy strides. His tall frame towered over mine-his eyes charcoal black. "Alright, Bellissima. You got me. I brought Maria with me tonight so that I could try to forget about you- and regain some control over myself and my emotions. She and I were never together. It would seem that way to anyone because she is so damn clingy." He brushed a stroke of hair behind my ear and murmered, "But if you would have stop being so damn stubborn and let me explain like I have been trying to for days, we would not be doing this."

"But, I, you-"

"Hush. I am not finished," he growled.

"Oh, Adam.." I moaned softly. All my resolve had crumbled.

He ran his hand up my thigh before beginning again. "I've been going crazy trying to get the image of you laying in my bed, moaning, writing and completely naked out of my head. You've left me with that beautiful, haunting image almost a week now. I don't know what you've done to me but I will figure it out. And figure you out."

"Adam enough...please," I whispered.

"I'm not through with you yet. You will pay for every bit of torture you put me through these past few days." With that, he tore Lavar's priceless crimson gown off of me. Like it was nothing. "I've been wanting to do that all night," he smirked sardonically.

"Adam!" I cried out. "You've completely r-ruined Lavar's expensive dress!"

"I don't give a damn. And I will ruin you next. Now, I will allow you to leave soon. After I have a little taste of you, first. You need to understand that you are mine-and that the little stunts you've been pulling are unacceptable."

I tried to protest, but Adam clasped his hand over my mouth with a low growl. That meant, do not speak. I knew I was doomed. He lifted me up and placed me down on the couch with surprising gentleness. When I looked at him-I felt like I was looking through the blackest, deepest void. Endless dark pools of desire. I was shivering-deeply in awe of him and is dominance.

"Look at me," he hissed.

I looked up to meet those eyes. He took a hand a wiped off my makeup-and with the other tore off my panties. The only piece of clothing I had on was my bra. I was so aroused, and I shook with pleasure. I felt the chair underneath me move with every quiver. He smiled at me. "You think strutting around in a pretty dress makes you invincible, baby? No. Because at the end of the day I know the real Eleanor. My shy, innocent Bellissima. Don't you ever forget that."

He parted my legs and moved his head in between them. Time froze as he placed his lips on my inner thighs. The room became darker-despite the light. He drew small, tantalizing circles on my skin with his tongue, and looked me with hungry black eyes.

"God I-I hate you Adam," I shuddered. "You have no right to come in here and just...OH!"

Adam had covered me with his mouth, prying my legs apart roughly. He sucked on my clit, viciously and growled. I could not help but arch my back in response, my knuckles white from clutching his hair. If I didn't hold onto him tightly, I would've have slipped away. But with the way his hands grasped my legs so firmly as he placed kiss after kiss made me believe he would never let me slip.

I became wet, and hearing the way he sucked on me did not help.

"Oh, shit Bellissima. You taste and smell like heaven."

My words came out in gasps. "Damn you Adam. You-you think sex will fix everything?" I grabbed his hair and made him look up at me.

He laughed and dragged his tongue all the way from between my legs to my stomach, between my breast, my neck and finally my lips.

"It sure will. When I'm done with you-my name will be the only thing on your mind." He fingered me roughly at first-but after my cries made his touch much softer. "Did I hurt you?" his handsome face creased with worry.

"N-no baby. Only a little, but I do enjoy that..." I dropped my voice to a purr.

Adam growled, but his eyes softened. He looked at me for a moment, truly enamored. His thumb caressed my cheek and he whispered: what are you doing to me Eleanor?

I did not have a chance to answer, as he tore himself away from me and began to get dressed.

I was confused, at his sudden behaviour. "Did I say or do something wrong, Adam?"

"Oh, Bellissima. As much as I would love to take you right here-there are too many people and an entire bazaar is still going on outside. Besides, do you not have a date to return to?" He said in an angry, jealous tone.

"Adam-why don't you stop being so prideful! It has nothing to do with the damn bazaar or my date. It simply comes down to the fact that you are afraid of being vulnerable. I know you care for me, and there is nothing wrong with expressing that."

Adam balled his fists. I had hit a sensitive spot. He tensed up and could not meet my eyes. "I have to go. But be assured, Bellissima, that you are mine. At a place and time when no one would dare interrupt. You say I'm the one that's running-but if you take a good look in the mirror you'll realize that I'm not the only one." He opened the door, and disappeared from the dressing room. Leaving me naked, aroused and confused. Worst of all, he left me with those haunting words. Was I running from him? Was I...?


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