by Ky Crossfire
Would I be able to compete with them? It was one thing to take the photos on the farm, where I felt at home, but there I would be surrounded by strangers, not even a friendly or familiar face.
Lucas makes a loud gesture with his arms when he sees me walking towards him.
— She arrived.
He gives me three kisses on the cheek and speaks quickly.
— I’m here. Sorry for the delay.
He takes me by the shoulders and looks me up and down.
— I thought Nicolas wasn't going to let you came. — He says and let’s go of my side braid.
— I, huh ... — I protest. — The man who is going to rule me is about to be born.
He smiled.
— But, apparently, he tried to convince you not to come, and it was not with words. - The scout's black eyes look at the purple marks on my neck. — Lu will have a lot of work to hide these bites — he scolds me.
Lucas hooks his arm around mine like we're two schoolgirls.
— Lu?
— Yeah, you're gonna love her. — He pulls me into the agency.
The other two models follow us and his quick steps.
- The photographer hasn’t arrived yet, and Lu is finishing making up the other girls.
— And what is the campaign about?
He looks at his watch and hurries on.
— It's Dior's new men's perfume. You and the other girls have to be very sensual. Sexy
Sexy? The wolf would not like this story at all.
— Male model?
— Yeah, yeah — he explains patiently when his phone starts to vibrate in his shirt pocket. — Stay calm and be a diva.
Lucas opens the door and pushes me into a large room.
— Lu, — Lucas calls, — take care of this one for me.
He pats my ass and disappears, closing the door behind me.
— I take care of everyone — says a male voice. Here comes the surprise.
In my mind, the makeup artist was a woman, if you thought the same thing, you're as wrong as I am. Lu could be confused on the street with Pablo Vittar.
— Come here, baby. — He throws the blond and straight hair back in an extremely feminine gesture. — You can go washing your face there, and leave your clothes on the sofa. We will begin your transformation.
— Take everything off? — I ask, suspiciously.
— Of course, baby, the costume designer is already bringing the rack with the models for you to dress.
Across the room, a tall, muscular man has his body wrapped only in a white towel.
— Juliaaaaan! — Lu screams loudly and walks towards the brunette who smiles when he sees his friend, or the friend, ah, I don't know.
Lu hugs the model and passes his long nails painted in pink over the muscles of the boy's arms.
— Be-au-ti-ful — exclaims, praising the model.
The looks of the other models in the room also turn to the brunette. He's handsome, but he's not Nicolas. He doesn't have the ease and breadth of my Big Bad Wolf. So I'm slightly happy that he didn't come with me, or instead of drooling on the towel guy, they would be wanting my man.
When the makeup session is over, I don't even recognize myself in the mirror surrounded by lights from top to bottom. Despite the complaints, Lu managed to hide the marks left by Nicolas, including the hickeys he had left on the inside of my thigh. With an amazing makeup and brighten skin, Lu finished with a coral lipstick and a few taps of gloss in the center of the mouth. I loved the result. Not even if I watched all the YouTube tutorials, I would be able to reach that level of professional makeup. He brushed my hair back while humming Anita's song, "Na sua cara."
— Ready! — He sighs, contemplating his work with pride. — Doesn’t she look beautiful, Julian?
The model's almond-shaped eyes stare at me, but I get a little embarrassed and look away.
— Yes, she does — Julian agrees.
— I need a second to call my fiancé. — I get up from the chair barefoot, with the cell phone in one hand and the other holding the towel knot.
I take a step away from the hustle and bustle of the other models and stand by the table with the coffee break. I try to call Nicolas, but he doesn't answer me, he must still be asleep.
I take one of the mini cheese rolls and put it right in my mouth, taking care not to spoil the fresh makeup.
— Is it your first job? — Julian approaches and takes one of the sealed water glasses. He removes the metallic seal and drinks.
— Yes, it is. You can tell?
He smiles and places the glass on the table.
— I'll give you a tip for smiles to come out natural. — Julian makes a lot of faces, his hands go to his jaw covered with a close beard, as dark as his hair. — A little grimace is good for relaxing the muscles of the face.
I laugh grateful.
— I'll try.
A girl in her twenties hands me a hanger with a white leather jacket and black fishnet tights.
— Do I have to wear this here? — I ask, already worried to see that there was nothing for the bottom.
— Yeah. And don't put on panties.
My face goes on the floor. The costume designer hands me a pair of black stilettos. I take everything and go to the bathroom, embarrassed. I close the door to the tiny room and take a deep breath. I untie the towel and drop it over the sink. I take off my panties and put on my pantyhose, which looks more like a black screen that is completely leaked. I put on the little jacket and pull the zipper up to my chest. I put on my heels and leave the bathroom with one hand in front and the other behind. No, this is not a force of an expression! Damn, I have a pantyhose with holes and no panties.
I noticed that the other models wore provocative clothes too. The girl who wore a luxury doll-style bun wore only a pencil skirt and a red bra that matched the thin strappy sandal perfectly.
All models were stunning. I didn't normally bother with my weight, but I don't know... Being in the middle of them all made me feel like a whale. I didn't wear a mannequin 2 or 4. I wore 8!
None of them went to the coffee break table. I was dying to get some more cheese rolls. This thing to starve and pinch a fruit from time to time is so not for me.
A boy wearing dreadlocks that went almost to his waist stopped beside me, he gave me a good look and scratched a small red dot on his chin.
— What's your name?
— Isabel.
— Nice to meet you, Isabel. I'm Fabio. Let's start with you, okay? — He touches my waist and guides me to a chaise positioned in front of big white umbrellas. Ok... I know it wasn’t real umbrellas, but it did look real. Apparently, it would be a woman photographing the photoshoot.
She makes a few random clicks and waits for us to position ourselves.
— Lie here — Fabio explains. — Belly down and butt up.
I position myself as he asks, and Julian stops in front of me holding the bottle of perfume. He keeps his face turned to the photographer.
— Isabel, look at Julian's abs — Fabio instructs, taking a few steps back so as not to disturb the lighting.
I swallow and look at the healed buds on Julian's abdomen.
— Stop, stop, stop — Fabio says aloud. — Look at him with desire, Isabel! He's the sexiest man alive.
I breathe in and try to do what he asks, but it's kind of weird because, despite being sexy, Julian is not Nicolas, and I can't look at him like that.
— You need to want him, Isabel. Julian, give that smile, not too wide, just with the corner of your lips. Smile of those who know it is desired by all. You have the power in your hands.
The woman starts shooting again, but the sound of the door being opened attracts the attention of the other models, including mine.
The house fell. Now he's going to freak out.
Nicolas is irresistibly hot with a white T-shirt glued to his body and light jeans. Even from a distance, I can feel the tension radiating from his huge body. He was even mo
re beautiful when he was furious.
The dreadlock boy recognizes Nicolas and goes to meet him.
— Mari, continue with the photos — he instructs.
Sideways, I see Fabio shake hands with Nicolas and slap him on the back. I even try to focus on the pictures and follow all the instructions from before, but it is impossible to concentrate knowing that he is there and all the women in the room are willing to have him.
— Let's change the position now — the woman with the camera orders.
Julian and I are waiting for the next order.
— You face her. Isabel, run your hand over his waist, slide your nails through his body.
I felt my face heat up with shame. I knelt down on the chaise and faced the brunette guy. When I raised my hands to touch him, I felt Nicolas's steady hand hold my wrist in the air.
— You — Nicolas roars at Julian. — Get out.
— Nicolas — I scold him.
Fabio pulls Julian to another corner in the room.
— You want to fuck everything, Nicolas?! — I curse under my breath, pulling on my wrist back. — Can't you see I'm working?
With his jaw taut, Nicolas's eyes travels down my body, and he looks back at me furiously.
— Sure, babe. Work is work. — He looks at the models who watch everything from the box and looks back at me. — That's why I came to give you my moral support.
Nicolas takes off his shirt and lets his tanned muscles all show up.
— Put on your fucking shirt, Nicolas — I order in a low voice.
He leans over and comes very close to me.
— See that dread boy over there? — He whispers in my ear. — Fábio, my pal, head of the Dior campaign here in Brazil. He didn't mind changing the male model.
Nicolas walks away, opens the button of his pants and undresses right there in front of everyone. The bastard looks at me victoriously when he sees me foam with jealousy.
— Ah, that's why I love my job. — Lu comes closer with his cell phone in hand. — Today I take a selfie with the hottest CEO in Rio de Janeiro.
Lu hangs on Nicolas' neck and stretches his thin arm to take the photo.
— This is my fiancé. — I try to introduce myself, since the bastard just smiles at the photo.
Fabio comes back to us and manage to get Lu out of Nicolas.
— Can you please let us work? I want to choose photos for the campaign today.
— Hey, hey, hey. Don’t be a bad bitch. — Lu leaves shaking her butt and her blond hair.
— Isabel, you already know what to do. You need to want him — Fabio explains, hands the bottle of perfume and a towel for Nicolas to wrap around his waist.
The frustrated expressions are visible when Nicolas rolls up the towel and finally covers himself.
The costume designer appears with a small glass in her hand.
— Let's get this over here. — She pours the liquid into his palm and starts rubbing Nicolas' chest and arms.
I'm going to kill that bitch. Whore. And then, castrate that naughty dog that smiles as she runs her hands over his body.
I don't remember that whore rubbing any shit on Julian's body.
When everyone moves away, the clicks starts again.
— Yes! Very good! - the photographer praises. — Run your hand over his body.
I slide my hands over his defined abdomen, the perfect tan is enhanced by the oil. Nicolas holds my hands against his chest and looks me in the eye. I know the lustful look.
— Come, Maruska and Isabela — Fabio calls two other models for the scene. — You want it. You all to have need him.
A blonde and a redhead approached Nicolas and started to grab his body slowly.
Hell no. I was going to get out of here trapped, because I was going to kill Nicolas and those bitches who were taking the opportunity to touch Nicolas in whatever way they could.
Holy shit, I left there furious, leaving all that shit behind me, the flashes, the clicks, the fucking perfume, everything. Blinded by jealousy, I kept stomping out of the agency.
I stop at the curb and signal for an approaching taxi.
Isabel - Nicolas roars behind me.
— He only wears jeans.
— Go to hell, Nicolas Reis — I shout and wave my hand in the air faster, so the taxi driver can see me.
— You're fucking half naked — he growls, possessed.
— Fuck yourself, Nicolas. I don't want to look at your face right now. Go back inside and continue the photoshoot. Go on — I shout and look back at the street.
Nicolas takes me by force and throws me on the shoulder. With my ass up and my head down, I slap him even more furiously. He slaps my ass hard and my ass tingles instantly.
— I hate you, Nicolas. I HATE YOU!
— You don’t — he roars and hits my ass again. — You love me.
Chapter 35
Isa Oliveira Brandão
Nicolas throws me into the car and almost breaks the door when he closes it. If he thinks he can just catch me like a caveman and carry me wherever he wants, he is crazier than I thought.
When he gets in the car and sits down, I see the fury on his face.
— Wasn't the photo session as you expected? — He says while turning the key in the ignition. — Our first engaged day, and I wake up alone.
Holy shit, I walk down and out into the street, crazy and out of my mind.
— Isabel! — Nicolas roars right behind me and holds my arms.
I roll my eyes and shake my head.
— Ah, poor Mr. Nicolas Reis — I mock. — Do you think that only because you put a ring on my finger I’ll do wherever you want? You can continue dreaming, honey!
— Do you have to roll your eyes and reply every little thing I say? — Nick growls and takes me by the arm.
I shoot him with my eyes, almost setting fire to the winds. Only God knows how much I hate him! I hate him and that blonde demon who was rubbing on him at the photoshoot.
— Let go of my fucking arm or I'll make a fuss here in the middle of the street! — I demand and raise my tone.
— Will make a fuss?! — He quips. — I think you're already doing it!
— Oh yes? Am I embarrassing you? So let me go now! Thank you! — I pull out my arm and get rid of him.
Blinded with rage, I step out between the cars without looking. The horns are loud.
— Look where you're going, you crazy bitch — a driver almost runs over me and screams, poking his head out of the black car.
— Ah, go fuck yourself you asshole — I say still furious. — Blind idiot. Did you learn how to drive yesterday? Did you buy the license, did you?
The bald guy gets out of the car and comes after me.
— What did you call me, you crazy fat bitch?
Before I can answer him, Nick stands between us. And the confusion is already formed. Nicolas's fist hit the bald guy, and he goes to the floor.
— I don't need you to defend me — I complain.
— Isabel, you’re my wife and you’re going home with me now — He barks, grabbing me like a sack of potatoes, throwing me over his shoulder again and dragging me into the car.
I hate him more than anything when he does that.
A men get out of the car to help the bald guy sprawled on the floor, other people leave the store, craning their necks so as not to miss anything from the shack in the middle of Avenida Rio Branco.
With my face burning with anger, I give up getting out of the car a second time, fold my arms and turn my face away so I don't have to face him.
Nicolas goes off screeching, leaving all the mess created by us behind.
With the unspoken words stuck in my throat, I didn't scream or slap him. Nicolas was running, and I fought the flood of feelings that bubbled up inside me. Since when had I become a jealous, crazy lunatic? My eyes watered, and I keep looking at the street so he doesn't see me crying.
Nicolas was driving me crazy. That was the only reasonable an
swer. I had already seen Jorge working with other women, exercising on the beach or even at the gym, but I don't remember feeling, just once, a blind fury like I did this morning. What the fuck was wrong with me?
When I wiped the first tear that fell against my will, I recognized the stone path and the white fountain. We had passed the huge gate and were entering the wolf's cave.
I opened the car door and decided to cut a path through the back. I just wanted to hide my crying and all the anger I was feeling, because if I said what I was choking on, I was sure I would regret it later. We would both regret it if we exploded and then there would be nothing left.
— Come back here, Isabel — He roared following me as I went around the pool to get to the kitchen.
I raised my middle finger and kept walking at a stride, of course the fucking high heels wasn't helping much, and he soon caught up with me.
— Can’t you hear me? — He growled, squeezing my arm, making me turn in his direction.
— I don't want to talk now — I managed to say.
— Ah, of course not, for you it is much easier to shout, curse and run away. Did I forget something?
I wanted to send him to hell, but that would only show that he was right, so I shut up.
— Do you mean that I have to sit while Miss Brandão poses half-naked and rubbing a guy in a towel? — Nicolas roars furiously. — Double standards, babe.
His mocking tone makes me even more furious. I raise my hand to slap him, but he holds my wrist in the air.
— Want to fight, babe? So let's fight! — Nicolas growls dominated by fury and desire.
Nicolas pulls me against his body and holds me in his arms, causing my feet to come off the floor.
He takes two steps.
— Let me go, you bast... — And before I can finish the sentence we are already in the pool. The warm water soaking our hot bodies, churning around us. He hooks one hand in my hair and the other, squeezes my ass tightly.
— When it comes to you, I just agree to fight in one way — He teases, sticking his mouth on mine without giving me any chance to curse. My lips part a little more to receive his tongue and then he deepens the kiss that devastates my body, sliding into my mouth, curling up with my tongue, swallowing every moan I failed to do.