Brianna

I kissed Finn Jackson and now he's kissing me back.

I've kissed and fucked a lot of guys in my time. It's not something I'm proud of but it's who I am and it's too late to change my personality now but this kiss, Finns' kiss was very different.

It was sweet and sincere yet hungry and wanting.

Our lips move in unison as if they longed to be connect for eternity and our tongues glide and lap one another as he places the palm of his right hand on my lower back, instantly warming the naked skin on my back.

He then pulls me forward so my stomach touches his belt buckle and I now feel the full heat from his body with my nipples rubbing against his chest through my sequinned dress sending electric tingling throughout my body.

A voice is calling his name and I'm oblivious to their actual words or anything else that surrounds us.

All I can feel is Finn. All I can hear is our matched breathing and all I can think of is ripping his clothes off to feel his muscular arms surround my body, naked skin on skin to warm me from head to toe.

"Finn, we have an hour before the press release. You'll have to reconvene this moment of passion for another day otherwise your career and potentially your life will be screwed."

Her voice is harsh and threatening, instantly bringing us both back to reality.

"This is just the beginning sweetness. Don't go anywhere. I'll be back soon to finish this kiss," Finn smiles looking deeply into my eyes, winks with one eye and walks out of the room.

Beginning of what I wonder. Does he know who I am.

I don't do relationships I do sex for career advancement only. Money, fame and fucking has been my moto for years and so far it's gotten me everything I've wanted in life.

Love is for people that want children and happy ever afters. My family upbringing shattered my illusion of that many years ago so I closed off my heart and focused on my career instead.

'You were born to entice men,' my mother told me when I was six. 'Use your body to make them beg and never let them into your heart. This is the key to your success my darling. You're going to be a star and get the both of us out of here one day.'

My father started raping me just after I turned ten. He came into my bedroom when my baby sister was crying and said 'Can you keep a secret babydoll. We're going to play a secret game that only you and I can play. If you're a good little girl, I'll reward you and if you're not, I'll spank you as well as beat the shit out of your mother.'

My mothers beating stopped and I learnt how to please men from the age of ten.

Sex was my weapon in getting what I wanted. It wasn't something I did for enjoyment and up until tonight, I'd never felt anything while performing it, even when kissing someone.

I was usually numbed by the slightest touch from a man and repulsive when they came after a night of sex. Every touch or bodily exchange reminded me of my father and after every encounter I would spend an hour in the shower scrubbing my body clean so there was no remnants left of them. No reminders of male affection that drew correlation to the memory of my father.

But not Finn.

His touch was something entirely different.

I'd wanted Finn's touch the moment I looked into his eyes. I was lost in the sea of acqua green eyes glazing deep into my sole. Calming my mind yet enticing and exciting me at the very same time.

"Where did Finn go," Jas asks as he joins me behind the banners where I'd walked over to kiss Finn.

I attempt to suppress my thoughts and slowly breathe to calm my voice before turning to Jas to answer, "He was called away with some girl about a press release, shouldn't you all be going to meet her."

"Ah nope. It's about his dad. He turned up at our gig in Times Square last month asking for money. Long story. It's really fucked up. I wouldn't suggest you get involved." Jas' face looks sad for a minute then it bounces back when he asks, "So, what's your plans for tonight? Would you like to join me for an early morning swim. I have Finn keys, lets raid his fridge as the food here has been shit."

Earlier tonight, Jas questioned me about my diet. It seems he didn't believe I eat. Like all model don't eat. I think he's getting confused with Fashion models not Victoria Secret models.

We all eat. We have more curves than most.

"Oh my god yes, I'm staving. Do you think Finn will mind?"

"I'm pretty confident Finn will have no issues coming home to see you in his house eating and swimming naked in his pool," Jas gleams.

"Who says I'll be naked?" I tease.

"Are you hiding a swim suit under that dress, because if you are, it's the smallest one I've ever seen," Jas laughs loudly.

"Ha, ha. I'm sure Finn has a T-shirt I can borrow," I flutter my eyelashes pretending to be shy.

"Or you could just swim in your underwear. I'm looking forward to seeing some Victoria Secrets underwear up close."

"I'm sure you are. Pity I'm not wearing any. Underwear I mean."

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