Alexander POV

The applause was deafening as I took my final bow. The audience's adoration fueled my ego, and I couldn't help but bask in the attention. But as I made my way backstage, it was Sophia's face that I craved to see.

She stood there, waiting for me with her warm smile and sparkling eyes. My beautiful muse. Without her, my music would lack the passion and depth that she inspired in me. And our relationship? Merely platonic at the moment to my chagrin.

"You were brilliant tonight, Alexander," she commented, giving me a peck on the cheek.

"And you're such a tease," I pouted. "That dress you wearing has my blood boiling."

Sophia smiled and winked." I hope that wasn't a backhanded compliment."

I looked at her appreciatively, the dark blue evening gown she wore did cling to her voluminous figure. And the plunging neckline, while modest by today's standards, allowed the perfect balance of her soft round breasts to peek through.

"Of course not, Soph. You look ravishing."

She smiled and took my arm, her body warm and close. I could smell her perfume, light and fresh, a pleasant contrast to the stale smoky air of the club.I hate private parties, but I need the patronage if I'm ever going to make it as a musician.

"How about we take a break from this joint? Do I have any more sets to play?"

" you have two more nights."

I tugged her close by the waist, "you know what I mean, Soph."

Sophia smiled, her eyes looking down shyly. She was used to my flirtations, but it always with a hint of hesitation.

She looked up at me, and said, "I'm sure a man like you wouldn't want to spend your night with a girl like me."

She gestured to the roundness of her breast, how her waist flowed the steep curve of her hips and thick thighs.

"Don't be ridiculous," I told her, dipping my head to whisper in her ear. "Why wouldn't I want to bury my cock so deep inside you, until all you can do is cry my name out loud?"

I felt her shiver, and then she stepped back. I could see the desire in her eyes, but her face was calm.

"Stop teasing me. I'm your manager, not one of your 'friends'"

I smiled and let her go. There was no use forcing her into something she didn't want. I'd just have to be patient and let things run their course.

The next few days went by quickly, and Sophia was always at my side. Now that she knew my teasing is serious, she has been wary of me.But there was no denying the spark between us, and I could tell she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

My patience was running low, where my imagination wasn't satisfying anymore.

"Why?" I blurted out as Sophia settled onto the couch. She had rented out a small studio for me to compose and play in peace.I sat behind the piano, a cigarette in one hand and a tumbler of whisky in the other.

Sophia looked at me confused, a frown marring her lovely heart shape face.

"What's wrong, Alexander?"

I set the glass down, and leaned against the piano, facing her.

"Why haven't you fucked me yet, Sophia? Do you think I'm not good enough for you?"

Sophia stared at me in shock, and then laughed, "Is that what you've been thinking?"

I scowled at her, "what's so funny?"

"It's just that, you're such a handsome and successful man. Why would you want to waste your time with a girl like me?"

"You're gorgeous, smart, and fun to be around. Why wouldn't I want you?"

She sighed, and said, "but I'm fat, Alex."

"No, you're not. You're sexy. I love to see how your breasts spill out of my hands when I'm touching you. And your hips, I could spend hours gripping them as you ride me."

Sophia's mouth opened, but nothing came out.Flustered, she suck on her lower lip, her cheeks plump and hollow. I want to bite them.

"I...I didn't think you were serious. You've been with different girl on your arm every night."

"They never make it to my bed. Not once. I see them to their car or they give me a lift home."

She shook her head, and said, "why didn't you say anything sooner?"

"You always turned me down. And now that you're here with me, I'm not taking the chance that you might say no."

I crossed the room, and pulled her to her feet. She gasped when my hand went to the nape of her neck, and I tilted her head up so that she's looking into my eyes.Those beautiful almond shaped eyes, a dash of gold across her eye lids was the only makeup other than lip gloss she had on. Her sable skin had a sprinkle of freckles across her nose and small mole under her left eye. Her thick lashes fluttered like my heart as to how close we were.

"You're beautiful, Soph. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Not even yourself."

I saw the doubt and insecurity in her eyes, but there was a glimmer of hope.

"Give me a chance to be more than just your silly old college roommate. Let me get to know you better than you know yourself."

I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers, the taste of cherry lip gloss was sweet and intoxicating.

Sophia shivered in my arms and leaned forward to kiss me back, her full lips were warm and moist.

My hands went to her waist and I pressed my body against hers, the swell of her large soft breasts pushed into my chest.

Sophia moaned, and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue in her mouth. I could taste the champagne she had been drinking, the bubbles tickle my tongue. She met me stroke for stroke, her mouth eager and warm.

When we broke apart, Sophia's eyes were cloudy and her cheeks flushed.

"I'm not letting you get away that easily."

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