Nova

Later that week, we arrived at the studio to find a full camera crew waiting for us, their lenses glinting in the soft light. My grin was wicked, and I felt a rush of excitement. I had been planning this without telling her, a surprise that was about to unfold right in front of her eyes.

"Surprise," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I'm shooting scenes for 'The Love of My Life' single, and I want you to be in it." My jaw dropped. I had no idea he was turning our love story into a visual masterpiece. The concept was thrilling, but the reality of being in front of the camera was a bit overwhelming.

The director gave us a quick rundown of what they needed. The first scene was a simple one: Artis and I walked into the studio hand in hand. The cameramen circled us, capturing every moment of our interaction. The spotlights were hot on my skin, but the warmth of Artis's hand in mine was reassuring.

As the day went on, we shot scenes of us working together, the passion in our eyes speaking volumes. Each take felt more real than the last, as if we were truly living out the lyrics of his heartfelt song. The camera lenses felt like the eyes of the world, and for a moment, I was the muse of a legendary producer.

The final scene was the most intense. We were positioned in the center of the studio at his baby grand piano, surrounded by violinists. Artis serenaded me with "The Love of My Life," his voice resonating through the speakers and straight into my soul. His eyes never left mine as he sang about our love and the promise of forever. I couldn't help but feel the weight of his words, the intensity of his gaze making my knees wobble.

The director yelled, "Cut!" and the music faded away. Artis hugged me tightly, whispering sweet nothings into my ear. The crew applauded, and the energy in the room was electric. It was a moment I would never forget.

After the shoot wrapped, we retreated to the lounge. Everyone looked so nice, a departure from their usual casual lounge attire.

I leaned against the plush velvet sofa, my heart still racing from the emotional performance. Artis came up behind me, his strong arms wrapping around my waist. He whispered into my ear, "Did you enjoy that?" His breath was warm and tickled my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

"More than you know," I replied, smiling as I felt his hands tighten around me. "You were incredible." He leaned in and kissed my cheek, his scent of fresh cologne and a faint hint of sweat from the performance intoxicating.

The room was buzzing with excitement, the crew chattering about the raw emotion captured on film. As we sat, holding hands and sipping on champagne, the weight of our secret grew heavier. The love we had kept hidden from the world was now about to be broadcast through the very medium we both knew so well.

"Can I take you home, Nova?" He asked with a twinkle in his eye, his voice a mix of professionalism and playfulness.

I looked into his eyes, knowing he was slipping into some type of role-play. "But, Mr. Greer, my car is in the garage," I replied, playing along, feeling the thrill of his game. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it," he said with a wink, his deep voice resonating with a hint of dominance. "Just come with me." He led me out of the studio and down the hall, his hand firmly grasping mine as if he were claiming me as his own.

The elevator doors closed, and the moment we were alone, his demeanor changed. The professional façade dropped, and the raw passion I knew so well took its place. He pinned me against the wall, his mouth crushing mine in a kiss that was both demanding and gentle.

I melted into him, our bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. His hands roamed over my body, his touch leaving a trail of fire wherever they went. He whispered sweet nothings into my ear, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.

The elevator dinged, and we stepped out into the dimly lit garage. The coolness of the concrete floor was a stark contrast to the heat we had generated. He leaned me against his car, his hands gripping my waist tightly. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. "Do you know what you do to me?" His words were like a drug, making my head spin and my heart race.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my neck. "I want you," he whispered. "Here. Now." His hand slipped under my skirt, his fingers finding their way to the wetness that had been building all day. I gasped as he began to tease me, the promise of what was to come making my legs wobble.

The sound of the garage door opening made us both freeze. Artis pulled away, his eyes flashing with mischief. "We'll finish this later," he said, his voice thick with lust. He opened the door to the Aston Martin, and I slid into the passenger seat, trying to compose myself.

The drive to the penthouse was a blur of lights and music, my mind replaying the scenes we had just shot. The anticipation of what was to come was unbearable. He leaned over and kissed me softly when we pulled up to my building. "Thank you for today," I whispered. "It was perfect."

I stepped out of the car, my legs still shaking from our passionate encounter in the garage. The lobby of the building felt like it was a mile away as Artis held my hand tightly. The elevator ride to the penthouse was filled with anticipation; our eyes locked as the floor numbers ticked by. When the doors finally slid open, Artis whispered, "There's more."

I gasped as we entered the penthouse. It was like stepping into a candlelit wonderland. Over a thousand candles had to flicker, casting a warm, sensual glow over everything. The smell of roses filled the air, their petals scattered across the floor like a crimson carpet leading to the bedroom.

My heart raced as we walked through the living room. The candlelight reflected off the glass and chrome surfaces, making the place feel like a secret garden designed just for us.

The California king-sized bed in the bedroom was covered in red and black velvet sheets, and more rose petals were scattered across them like confetti. The bathroom had been transformed, too, with petals floating in the jetted tub and candles on the vanity. It was clear Artis had gone all out for this surprise. He led me through the maze of romance, his hand never leaving mine, his touch reassuring and comforting amidst the grandeur.

As we reached the bed, he turned to face me, his eyes dark with want. "I want you to know," he said, his voice low and gruff, "that every part of this night is for you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small velvet box. "I need you to trust me, baby."

He dropped to one knee, the box open to reveal the stunning ring that had been crafted just for me. The 10-karat emerald-cut diamond sparkled under the candlelight, the surrounding diamonds on the band winking like stars. "Nova Ginn," he said, looking up at me with a fierce love in his eyes, "you have changed my life in ways I never thought possible. You've brought light into the darkest corners of my soul and made me want to be a better man." "Nova, I didn't know I had the capacity to ...love." he cleared his throat, which was growing hoarse. His anthracite eyes shined in the candlelight. Tears stung my eyes. "Nova, you entered my life like a storm, sweeping me away, and I have no intention of returning to the man I was before. I want to be yours completely.

He took a deep breath, and his voice cracked as he continued. "I know I've made mistakes, and I can't promise you perfection every single day, but I can promise you this: I will spend the rest of my life making you happy, satisfying you, and fulfilling every dream you have."

His thumb traced the back of my hand, sending warmth through me that melted my fears. "You are my rib, my air; without you, I am nothing, baby. I don't want to live another day without you by my side as my wife and life partner." His words were a sweet symphony that resonated within me, and the tears that had been threatening to spill over finally fell, trailing down my cheeks like raindrops on a summer's day.

The moment was surreal, a blend of passion, regret, and hope. He took my hand in his, the ring nestled between us. "Will you marry me, Nova?" The question hung in the air, the flame of the candles flickering as if waiting for my response. "I know we have a lot of work to do, and I know I can't erase the past, but I promise to cherish you, to love you, and to protect you with everything I am, baby. "You know I'm fucking crazy over you." His voice was a gentle whisper that could soothe a storm.

"Yes," I choked out, my voice thick with emotion. "Yes, I'll marry you." The ring slipped onto my finger, a perfect fit, just like Artis and I in this whirlwind of a relationship. He stood, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a kiss that felt like coming home after a long journey. The ring felt heavy, a reminder of the weight of his promise. Our love was a complex melody, filled with highs and lows, but in that moment, it was a sweet harmony that made the entire world seem to pause.