Kobe

Ten Months Later

I never thought I’d see the day where I fell in love again.

But here I was with her, her ass on the countertop, staring at the reflection in the mirror of the private bathroom. I was thrusting hard and deep in Chanel’s pussy, stealing taste after taste from her lips like she was the finest, sweetest wine.

Even after so many months, she still felt the same, but tasted so much sweeter every time. Her moans were like music to my ears, in perfect harmony with my heavy groans.

She held me tight, her manicured nails digging into my back, the backs of her heels digging into my hips, guiding me deeper.

“You are fucking beautiful, baby,” I breathed in her ear, and she sighed, clutching, breathing my name. She loved when I talked to her while fucking her. It always got her riled up.

We were in the bathroom backstage with the door locked, away from the crowd that was awaiting her arrival. She was the star of the runway tonight, her named headlined on the posters.

After the images of us circulated and everyone buzzed about it, things seemed to get better. The people thought Chanel dating and making out with her bodyguard made her more humble, like she’d found true happiness after a terrible break up.

We were the new “it” couple, but mainly because the world couldn’t figure us out. They couldn’t understand how a girl like her, fell for an average guy like me. They wanted interviews, but I would never go. She would, but didn’t give them many details, other than telling them how she felt when she first met me. She told them she loved me. Trusted me. Needed me. It was awe-worthy, and to the world she was an icon.

After talking to her father that next morning, he made me promise him one thing: to never hurt her. To not walk away unless she told me to. I had no reason to walk away, but if there ever came a point where she didn’t want me, sure enough I’d leave if she told me to.

I didn’t see that happening in our future though. She kissed me like she couldn’t get enough, held me like she never wanted to let go. I loved this girl. I really did. She’d gone from a stranger I hardly knew anything about, to this—a woman I loved. A woman I wanted to cherish. My second chance to do the right thing.

Though my past still weighed heavy, she understood, and she didn’t pressure me too much for details. I told her things here and there, but it was still hard to talk about. Even so, she accepted that.

She accepted me.

We both finished at the same time, climaxing, exploding in the private bathroom.

“Oh, my gosh,” she panted as I collapsed. “You’re the best,” she breathed.

I picked my head up, planting my lips on top of hers and kissing her. “Still nervous?” I asked.

She nodded, looking me deep in the eyes.

Cupping the side of her face, I told her, “You’re going to go out there and dominate that runway—own the place. You’re Chanel Gooding. They’re waiting to see you murder the scene.” She broke out in laughter and I grinned. “Too cheesy?”

“Kinda sorta,” she continued giggling. “But it always helps.”

I pulled out and stepped back, helping her off the counter. “Come on. Let’s get you back in there.”

I unlocked the door and we walked out the bathroom, toward the busy hallway. I escorted her, glancing down at her once, spotting the grin on her lips. Yep, she was ready. Somehow a quick fuck before her big photo shoots and shows always did the trick.

I helped her into her chair and as soon as she sat, the hairstylist and makeup artist gathered around her.

“What took you so long?” Nicole asked her, meeting up to her chair too.

“Got caught up. Sorry,” she said with a smirk.

“I’m going out to sit. Have fun,” I told her.

“Yes, go sit,” Nicole insisted. “You’re distracting her. Go. Go.”

I chuckled as Chanel blew me a kiss, and then left her to it.

I headed for the chairs alongside the runway, spotting the reserved section Mr. Gooding was already sitting in. I shook his hand before sitting.

“She nervous?” he asked without looking at me.

I pressed my lips with a light shrug. “She was, but we talked. I think she’s good now.”

“Hmm.” Mr. Gooding nodded. “Good.”

Thirty minutes passed and the lights dimmed, but bright spotlights illuminated the runway. A voice broke through the speakers, and then music started, and out she came.

As soon as she walked out in those tall heels, wearing white lingerie and angel wings strapped to her back, I realized just why I adored this woman.

She was a naughty little angel in my eyes, innocent when she wanted to be, but still so dirty. She walked with a unique fierceness only she could possess, and don’t even get me started on her body. I knew other men in the crowd were looking at her too, but she wasn’t theirs. She was mine, and most of them probably envied me for it.

I heard someone cheer and whistle louder than everyone else and when I looked over the stage, I spotted her ex, Riley Rivers. When she reached the end of the runway, she looked at him and lifted a friendly middle finger with puckered lips, right before turning and posing for the camera at the end of the walkway.

And I couldn’t believe it, but the crowd roared, cheering loudly for my sweet girl, all while he sat there like a fucking idiot, sulking over what he lost, wishing she was still his.

Too fucking bad.

She turned quickly and glanced over her shoulder at me, blowing a kiss as the cameras flashed and clicked. I sent a wink with her, and she cat walked her way off that stage like she owned not just the runway, but the whole goddamn city.

“Yeah,” Mr. Gooding said, pulling me out of my mesmerized trance. “I’ve never seen her more confident than she just was on that runway. You’re good with her. I’ll give you that.”

I shifted in my seat with a smirk.

I was glad he knew it.

Glad he was accepting it.

He still couldn’t stand it—the idea of me being with her and also being her bodyguard, but he could get the hell over it because I wasn’t going anywhere. And that wasn’t according to me, though I would have loved to rub it in his face. It was according to Chanel.

She was all mine, my sexy-as-hell superstar, and not a damn thing was going to get between us. I was so damn in love with her, had fallen so quickly and didn’t see it coming.

But love was never really clear.

It came at unexpected times, usually when a person needed it most. And I realized how badly I needed Chanel.

I was lifeless until I met her.

She changed that.

Accepted me.

Loved me.

And I loved her.

More than she could possibly imagine.