Day by day
Week by week
That body submitted
To the dangerous touch
That addict
To the kiss
That intoxicated
To the moan
That intrusive
To the thrust
That abusive
This body is no longer mine
This mind is no longer mine
Addiction that suffocating
Attraction that kills

***
Gia POV

"Boss..."

I reluctantly pry open my heavy eyelids.

There stands my assistant, clutching a bundle of papers. I struggle to gather myself, gradually straightening up from the sofa, accepting the file she extends to me.

"You missed the meeting again," she murmurs, her voice barely audible. I can't blame her for fearing my reaction.

"Did Cruise reprimand you?"

She nods, a gloomy expression etched on her face.

As I dismiss her from my office, a sigh escapes my lips.

She doesn't deserve the scolding. It's not her fault at all.

It's all on me.

Lately, I can't seem to concentrate on my work due to those sleepless nights. Sometimes, sleep eludes me entirely, leaving me drained and depleted.

I'm acutely aware of what's happening to me. Alarmingly so.

The late-night encounters have become a relentless daily ritual. No matter how hard I try to resist, he effortlessly lures me into submission.

Almost every night, we engage in intense sexual encounters. The sessions never cease quickly; they stretch throughout the entire night. At times, I lose all sense of my own body. We twist, thrust, and explore until my mind spirals into madness. I've even pleaded with him to stop on occasion, but he dismisses it as mere playfulness.

They say that a passionate lovemaking session can leave you feeling rejuvenated. Your skin glows, and your body becomes irresistibly alluring. But what I'm experiencing goes beyond that. Sure, I may appear radiant on the outside, but inside, my energy is drained. I struggle to focus on my daily tasks; my mind is consumed by thoughts of our encounters from the previous night. It's a daily obsession. Whenever I see a man pass by, my wicked thoughts involuntarily undress him in my mind's eye.

I inhale deeply, trying to steady myself. Whatever this is, I must resist it! I can't blame others when I can't even control myself. I make a mental note of this, determined to regain control over my desires.

***

In an attempt to divert my mind from darker thoughts, I decide to pay a visit to Yolo's modeling department. Observing their work behind the scenes brings a sense of revitalization and vitality. I crave that momentum.

They are currently immersed in creating a new summer collection. I review the storyboard, engage in discussions with my creative editor, and closely monitor the progress. At least some tasks are being accomplished, even amidst my constant arousal. It assures me that I still maintain some semblance of control.

"How do I look, Miss Hunter?" Genie, one of the models, asks. She adorns a loose, floral dress with a flower crown resting atop her golden locks, radiating an innocent and sweet charm.

"What's with the pink lashes?" I chuckle. She playfully turns and bats her eyes a few times.

"It's a concept, Gia... concept," Shree tries to justify her makeup choices. We share a laugh as I enjoy teasing the young girl.

As I enter the main studio, my gaze falls upon India. He is engrossed in a conversation with someone on the monitor. When I pat his shoulder, he turns around and smiles at me.

"I noticed you coming!"

"How's it going?"

"Ah, you know Q, right?" he rolls his eyes, and we burst into laughter. He recently married his long-time boyfriend, but due to the demands of this job, they won't be able to enjoy a honeymoon.

"Next week, take a break. I suppose we're done here," I remark, feeling a sense of relief.

"Oh well, never mind. By the way, your intern seems capable of handling my responsibilities in my absence. Way, I must say, I'm proud of you!"

Wait, is Way here?

As I turn around, I catch sight of a guy with a modern quiff hairstyle. He looks impeccably groomed, and my jaw drops in response. He smiles at me, holding his camera.

"Hi, Gia..." I struggle to respond properly, managing only a small wave. There's something about him... he appears nice, attractive, masculine, and undeniably hot.

Stop it!

I turn away, aware that it's not me speaking but rather my lust taking over. I quickly move to the side and take a seat next to the photo editor. Yet, I can sense Way's gaze on me, a smug smirk playing on his lips from the corner of my eye.

Oh, how I wish I could cool off in that moment!

***

I find myself in the fitting room, putting the finishing touches on some dresses for tomorrow. After the photo shoot, everyone left for a group dinner, but I decided to stay behind as I noticed a few garments needing minor repairs. My seamstress insisted on taking charge, but I encouraged her to have some fun and join the group as well. Consequently, she eventually relented and joined the others.

As I focus on my task, carefully threading needles, a voice suddenly interrupts my concentration, causing me to nearly prick myself.

"Are you still working on that seam?" the voice inquires, entering the room.

"What are you doing here, exactly?" I question, trying to regain composure.

"Oh, I just finished editing photos for the LED Board. I saw a bright light emanating from this room and assumed someone had forgotten to turn it off," Way explains, placing his camera bag on the table. I attempt to continue working while offering him a polite smile.

"When did you cut your hair?" I ask, attempting to initiate a conversation.

"It's been a week, but you've been too preoccupied to notice..." There's a hint of frustration in his voice.

"I like it. It makes you look younger," I reply, sincerely.

"Am I not already young enough?"

"You are. Everyone acknowledges that. But with this haircut, you appear even younger," I conclude as I snip the last thread of the dress.

"Do you dislike it?"

"Nope. Although, if you were to stand next to me, you might resemble my son," I tease him.

"Well, this so-called son of yours can still make someone pregnant. I am not a child," he retorts, pouting slightly. I chuckle, observing his playful reaction.

"You're attractive. It seems like girls are drawn to you," I mutter as I return the scissors to their box. He moves closer, and I instinctively try to evade him. I know that indulging my lust will only complicate matters further.

"And what about you?" he asks, his tall frame towering over me. I can't help but wonder how someone of my stature could reach up and caress his neck, capturing those enticing lips.

"I... I shouldn't bring it up..." I attempt to dismiss him, attempting to ignore the intense magnetism between us. However, he grabs my wrist firmly, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"G, are you alright?"

Words fail me. My eyes trail down, from his piercing gaze to his nose and finally his lips. I take in his slender neck and his strong chest. A deep crimson blush spreads across my cheeks.

And without even realizing it, I find myself lunging at him, passionately kissing his lips.

I'm consumed by lust and driven to madness!