[EVE]
The shrill ring of my phone pierced through the early morning quiet, dragging out of a much-needed slumber.
Groaning, I groped for the device on the bedside table, my body protesting with every move. Muscles sore, limbs heavy, and—let's just say last night's escapades with Cole were . . . intense. My thigh were still numb and my vagina was still sore.
Squinting at the blinding screen, I grimaced. 7:00 AM? Who on earth thought it was acceptable to call this early, especially during the holidays? My irritation bubbled to the surface—until I saw the na. Hyun.
With a sigh, I accepted the call. "Hey, what's up?" My voice was still scratchy with sleep, and I didn't even bother pretending to be cheerful.
"Eve! Sorry for waking you, but are you back in town yet?" Hyun's voice practically buzzed with excitent.
"Yeah . . . ," I replied warily, my brain still playing catch-up.
"Great! I wanted to tell you this in person when you returned, but I couldn't wait any longer!"
I winced at his enthusiasm, rubbing at my temple. Why did he sound like a kid about to spill the biggest secret of the year?
"This spring season, Dean Cole Frizkiel has signed a contract with us to be one of our models! And he's coming here—to et us in person!"
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"Who?"
"Dean. Cole. Frizkiel!" Hyun repeated, as if I'd just failed the most obvious quiz question. "The number one international male model in the world? The guy who only works with the best designers? Having him in our lineup is going to skyrocket our brand's reputation! His followers alone could—"
Hyun was off on a tangent, but I had stopped registering his words sowhere between "Dean" and "Frizkiel." Fashion wasn't really my thing, and while his enthusiasm was contagious, my brain refused to process anything before coffee.
"That's great, Hyun," I interrupted gently, stifling a yawn. "We'll discuss this when I get there, okay? I'm still on holiday and trying to focus on relaxing."
Before I could hang up, a hand reached over my shoulder, snatching the phone out of my grip. I whipped around, glaring, only to see Cole casually pressing the phone to his ear.
"From now on," Cole's deep, unbothered voice rang out, "Eve shouldn't be disturbed this early in the morning. If it's business, wait until at least ten o'clock. You're interrupting her sleep."
"What? Who is this?" Hyun's confused voice crackled through the speaker.
I lunged for the phone, but Cole held it high above my head like a mischievous child playing keep-away. The smirk on his face only fueled my annoyance.
"Cole, give the phone!" I hissed, trying to climb over him, but he was annoyingly tall and immovable.
Without missing a beat, he turned off the phone, tossed it onto the far side of the bed, and looked at with a satisfied grin. "There. Problem solved. You're welco."
"Problem solved? Hyun's probably losing his mind right now!"
"And now he knows not to disturb you so early. I'm a problem solver, Eve." He leaned back against the pillows, utterly unapologetic.
"You're impossible," I muttered, flopping back down on the bed.
"You love it."
I didn't dignify that with a response, but judging by his smug smile, I didn't need to. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire
My grogginess vanished, chased away by the amusent of Cole's mischievous antics. Sleep wasn't returning anyti soon, not when he hovered above with that devilishly playful grin that spelled trouble . . . for at least.
"Why don't I help wake you up properly?" he teased, his voice low and warm, sending a shiver down my spine.
"No," I replied firmly, pulling the blanket over my head like a shield. "I'm sore all over. I'm staying right here, cocooned in peace."
But peace was not on Cole's agenda. With a practiced tug, he pulled the blanket away and leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a deep, lingering kiss. My protests lted like snow under the sun.
"Don't worry," he murmured against my lips, his voice husky and reassuring. "I'll help you relax. I'll make sure you enjoy this."
His hand brushed a strand of hair from my face before trailing down to my shoulder, his touch featherlight but deliberate.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Relax? Cole, how am I supposed to relax if you're planning on—" I broke off, rolling my eyes. "Enjoy, maybe. Relax, not so much."
He chuckled softly, a sound that was equal parts amusent and affection. "Shh . . . just trust ," he whispered, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot beneath my ear.
My breath hitched as he kissed his way down my neck, his movents unhurried and slow. Every touch was gentle, as though he was savoring each mont. The sheet was already tangled at my waist, leaving my upper body exposed to his warm hands that trailed over my skin like a caress.
I could feel the tension in my shoulders ebbing away, replaced by a strange, unfamiliar calm that his presence always seed to bring. His hands moved with a mix of confidence and tenderness, his touch careful not to add to my soreness but instead to ease it away.
He caressed my shoulders, his fingers tracing the curves of my skin before descending to tease the tender flesh of my breasts. His palms molded around them, squeezing and shaping them with a gentle yet insistent pressure that sent shivers down my spine.
As I gasped softly in anticipation, he reached out and pinched my nipples –– the sudden jolt of sensation sending a burst of pleasure-pain coursing through like a hot wire.
But instead of stopping there, Cole kneaded them again with his fingertips, working over each peak until I felt myself lting into nothing but pure desire.
My body arched involuntarily beneath him as he continued to toy with –– teasing and tantalizing every inch.
"You're impossible," I mumbled, though my voice had lost any real conviction.
"Maybe," he murmured, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he kissed my collarbone. "But you still can't resist ."
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