Allie
I'm on the site of yet another photo shoot. I guess you could say I've been working like crazy these days. Fashion editors are clamoring for my attention on both the East and West Coast, and also abroad.
What began as a public relations nightmare has ended in me being a social media influencer and an inspiration to all. My story, that of being manipulated by a viral video, seems to have humbled me in the eyes of the public and made me more relatable.
I've come out as the heroine on top of a dark situation. The fact that Xavier put the whole weight of his company behind me and helped to sort out my image crisis, well it helped a lot.
Now I have at least a million followers on Instagram and that is in itself profitable. I've shot ad campaigns for all the major fashion houses, and I'm working on one today.
It happens to be in New York City, which is a treat because I get to be with Xavier instead of on an airplane.
He's here watching me, as he always likes to do when he gets the chance. He's a control freak, really. He likes to make sure every outfit is perfect and that I look like the supermodel I now am.
I love to have his over-the-top, domineering presence around. It makes me feel safe and comfortable. He's become more than just my lover—we're best friends now.
I walk over to him for approval on my latest outfit, even though the stylist is technically in charge of that.
"How do I look?" I say to him as I grab his arm and use my other hand to trace his rock-hard abs.
I will never get tired of this. He's smoking hot, the guy every girl wants to have. And now, he's all mine.
He sees a hungry look in my eyes.
"You can't be thinking of that now. You have to work. You're gonna nail this shoot and they'll give you the cover."
He can always tell when I want to have sex. Which is pretty much always.
"Okay, Xavier, but you know what I expect tonight," I say to him with fire in my eyes.
"Oh, baby, with you looking so beautiful right now dolled up in this outfit, tonight you can expect the very best," he says.
This statement comes almost as a warning of what I'm going to experience tonight. Every day he takes me to new heights of pleasure and our connection is so deep that I never dreamed it was possible to love someone this much.
He's very commanding, and something about that allows me to relax because I know he's got it all under control.
"Okay, Allie, we're ready for you now," the photographer says.
I reluctantly leave Xavier's side and return to the set. The theme is graffiti, street-style fashion photography. So the backdrop is a brick wall they've made in the studio that several graffiti artists have worked their magic on. It's super gritty, and super me.
I'm excited to have this opportunity and I've been grateful every day since the crisis happened. I never dreamed I'd be on top of my career like this, at this level. But this shows that I earned it and I deserve it. You can't fake it at the top. You have to have real talent to be here.
And I'm proud to say Xavier hasn't had to get me any of my jobs. I've earned them all by myself. And that makes me proud. In fact, I've haven't worked for his company at all since the scandal. It's not because I haven't wanted to, it's because I haven't had time.
Usually, he's with me, jet-setting around the world. I feel strong in my power as a model, and I feel independent as a woman. All of that makes it easier for me to give myself to him. I know I rely on him for nothing. So I can give him everything.
"Okay, Allie, let's take it from the top," the photographer says.
The makeup artists that have been primping me scatter away, someone hits the music, and the camera starts to flash.
I'm on.
I give him my best moves and I carefully follow the photographer's direction. He's a joy to work with. This entire team is.
He has me arching my back against the wall and doing a variety of photos that complement the outfit.
I see Xavier watching me at a distance. His eyes are dark and I can only imagine what he's thinking.
He always does this when I'm on a shoot. And the idea of him watching me turns the heat up on things so much. I think I'm a better model under his gaze.
"Nice, Allie, good job, just like that."
I'm trying to put emotion into my posing so that my eyes are not left empty. How could they be when Xavier is undressing me with his own eyes?
His possessive nature turns me on so much and it comes out full force when I'm modeling and have so many eyes on me. He stares at me intently like he wants me to understand that I'm his, his alone.
I move my body in a variety of ways. I smile, I frown, and I give the photographer any type of expression he requests. I crawl and writhe on the ground, and I jump through the air like a gazelle. Anything he demands of me, I do.
And there's my man watching me the whole time. I know this gives him pleasure, and it certainly puts me on my A-game.
At last, the shoot is over, and I rush over to him. I cover his beautiful, chiseled face with kisses and he pulls me in hard for a long kiss.
"You did so well out there," he says, moving my hand down so I can feel the length of his cock pressing against his pants. “It’s so fucking hot watching you model.”
I lick my lips in anticipation. If no one was here I'd be going down on him right now.
Instead, he pulls me away and I say my goodbyes to everybody. Soon he's got me in the back of the waiting limo and I don't have to wait long for my fantasy to come true.
I slide down to my knees and start to pull his pants off so that I can suck his giant cock.
Before I can get him totally undressed, though, he says, "Allie, I should be the one down on my knees."
"What?"
He pulls me up so that I'm sitting next to him. He's suddenly so serious, and I wonder what's about to transpire. The next thing I know, I see him pull out a small jewelry box.
What’s he doing? This can't be happening. He gets to one knee as comfortably as he can in the back of the limousine.
"Allie, will you please do me the honor of being my wife? I want to be with you every second of every day for the rest of our lives," he says.
I stare at the giant ring he's presenting me and say the only thing I can.
"Yes, a thousand times yes."
I jump into his arms and his hands are all over me. We're kissing passionately and I feel like this is just the beginning of my life.
"You make me so happy, Allie. Now I can tell you where we're really going."
"Wait a minute? Where are we going?"
He pushes the button that lowers the partition between us and the driver.
He says, "Okay, Henry, take us to the airport."
"Where are we going, Xavier? Aren't you gonna tell me?"
"No, I'm not gonna tell you. But I promise you're gonna love it. We need to celebrate our engagement."
God, at the word engagement, it all sinks in as to how real this is. I am going to be a wife. Xavier’s wife.
More than that, I'm going to be with the man I love forever.
We've survived the complicated journey of being together, and that in itself means something. It means that we can get through anything.
With a little transparency, all things are possible. I trust Xavier now more than anyone else on earth because I know he above all has my best interests at heart.
He kisses me, and it's as if our engagement is sealed by that kiss. I already knew that I'd be his forever, but now he's just cemented our future together.
It feels so good, and my future feels so right. Not one aspect of me is wondering if I made the right choice by saying yes. I know I have. He's my man and my biggest supporter. What could be better?
I look at the beautiful ring he's slipped on my finger, and it's dazzling. I'd like to look longer and to appreciate the feeling of it being on my finger, but Xavier is slowly undressing me.
"It's a long ride to the airport," he breathes as he trails his tongue along my inner thigh.
And with that, I let him fuck me all the way to the airport, and that’s definitely me getting my happy ending.