Elona’s POV
I was getting ready for a photoshoot at the studio. I haven’t seen Tristan since he left my house yesterday and I broke those bracelets, beads scattered everywhere on the ground. I didn’t care about it. I looked at myself in the mirror in my dressing room. I had a champagne-colored long skirt that had a long slit on the side, exposing my leg with the top all glittering, and my flat belly was exposed. A reminder of a life that barely grew inside of me. I sucked in a breath, things happen for a reason, and sometimes we just have to accept things for what they are.
My curled hair was tied up into a messy bun and a few strands hung around my face. The theme for the photoshoot was desert, but I felt like some Egyptian princess. So they are preparing the studio for it. There was a knock on the door and then it opened. Mr Luca entered.
“You look amazing,” he said as he approached me, I took the lip gloss and reapplied it on my lips. “I wanted to discuss something with you,” he said as he stood behind me, but watched me in the mirror.
“What is it?” I asked as I closed the lip gloss and placed it on the dresser.
Turning around, I faced him, “I have something that I want to deal with… it’s Tristan. He had done something years ago, and I just didn’t know how to get back at him… so this thing… I know you are fond of him, and he is very protective of you. If you could work with me to destroy him, would you?” he asked.
I was taken aback by that. “Why would you want to destroy him?” I asked. Immediately my mind goes back to Tristan’s business, but why does Mr Luca need me?
“It’s nothing for you to know. But I know that he has you in his life as the main focus, he wants you. I can see it in him. I want to destroy him by having you to myself only to make him pissed off, I also have another plan if you don’t agree with this. I want to make him feel every bit of hate and jealousy. I want to destroy everything and if I have his girl then that is the last thing that will drive him insane.” he said, smiling as he concocted that plan.
I sucked in a breath as I pondered what he was saying. “I don’t care what you do to him. But leave me out of it.” I said as I brushed past him and walked out of the dressing room.
Tristan hurt me and I couldn’t care less as to what Mr Luca had planned for him. I hope he gets what he deserves. I entered the studio and there was a little sand in front of the green screen. Maxime was not the best person to interact with, but nothing prepared me to see Mr Monroe. He was still in his three-piece navy blue suit from class today. He was talking to Maxime, but she seemed annoyed with him. It definitely looked as if they had known each other for a while.
I moved closer to the green screen, and then I felt eyes on me. I turned around and caught Mr Monroe looking at me with a polite smile. I couldn’t help the warmth that crept into my cheeks as I smiled back at him shyly. I can’t believe my teacher is here watching me do my photoshoot.
“Is everyone ready?!” Mr Luca came and got everyone in place. “Oliver, get in there. This is a couple photoshoot for a campaign. Sorry, Elona, for the last-minute change. But the company wants it as a couple,” he said.
Mr Monroe walked over to me and stood close… very close. Was it even appropriate for a school teacher to be posing with a student? What if the school principal sees this? Won’t there be any trouble? Is this Mr Luca’s plan to get back at Tristan? Mr Monroe looked down at me with a smile.
“Relax, I’m only here for the camera. You look beautiful,” he complimented softly. “If you’re wondering why I’m here, I do modeling in my free time.”
“Thanks, and now I know when to possibly see my teacher around,” was all that I said. I felt flustered around him being so close and uncomfortable. As we took our positions in front of the camera, I stood with my back facing him, and then his hand snaked around my waist, that warmth on my skin.
I looked towards the camera and Maxime was scowling at me as if I had done something to her. I took my focus off her and did my thing. “Now, turn around and let him hold your leg up,” Mr Luca instructed. This was so uncomfortable as I turned around to face Mr Monroe. “Look into each other’s eyes, don’t be afraid to touch each other,” he called out.
I looked into Mr Monroe’s eyes, they were polite, and he gave me a reassuring smile, “It’s okay,” he said softly, encouraging me.
I licked my lips and then placed my hand on his chest as my gaze fell onto his parted lips. His face was only inches away from mine. I lifted my leg, exposing it further where the long slit was, and he held it up.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Maxime muttered on one side. “Was it really necessary to choose Oliver for this?”
“Yes,” Mr Luca responded to her, “Perfect!” he called out to us. “Now, turn around Elona,” he instructed, and Mr Monroe let go of my leg, the warmth of his hand no longer there. I turned around, “Elona, tilt your head to the side, expose your neck, Oliver, lean down as if you are going to kiss her neck,” he instructed, and I swallowed. How am I going to face Mr Monroe at school after this? This is really inappropriate if anyone from school sees these images.
“You are really pushing these limits now, Austin,” Maxime was fuming, and I wondered why this was a problem for her.
“If you have a problem, then leave the set,” Mr Luca told her. “I pay you to be here, I can easily replace you,” he warned her.
I sucked in a breath, as I felt Mr Monroe’s hand snake around my waist again, and I tilted my head to the side, parting my lips as he leaned in, his lips inches away from my neck that I felt his breath against my skin, goosebumps all over my body. “That’s it! Perfect!” Mr Luca called out. I had to get used to this if I wanted to be a model. “Face the camera,” Mr Luca instructed.
Mr Monroe pulled back and as I looked up, my eyes met Tristan’s green eyes that were darkened, his jaw clenched, his fists were even clenched as he stared at me, with a hint of sadness in those eyes as he stood close to the door. “Elona! Time is against us!” Mr Luca snapped me out of it.
I turned towards the camera and got into position. “Do the same,” Mr Luca instructed yet again and we did it. It came more natural to me now as Mr Monroe’s hand was on my waist, my head tilted to the side, staring at the ground, my lips parted. “I need to see you are enjoying it Elona, more seductively,” Mr Luca called out.
I sucked in a breath and I closed my eyes as I pictured Tristan behind me, the way he fucked me in his study room that one night I slept over by his house. “That’s it! Last one!” This time, I bit my bottom lip, making it as seductive as I could.
“I can’t look at this anymore,” Maxime said.
“That’s a wrap!” Mr Luca called out. I opened my eyes as Mr Monroe pulled away from me.
I barely took a step, Tristan was in front of me. He definitely didn’t like what he saw.
“We need to talk.”