The womans name was Anika Cohen. She was a fresh face in Duefrons TV scene. Beautys her game, but in this industry, looks alone wouldnt cut it. One had to have the right connections.
And in Anikas mind, Leonel could be her golden ticket.
Late into the night, a married man, half sloshed, dozed off solo in the club-a clear sign of marital woes. Anika gently introduced herself, Hey, Im from Chanel B. We crossed paths during that interview last time, remember? Had lunch together? Even if he wasnt blitzed, Leonel couldnt recall.
Slumping back on the sofa, he slurred, Hey, sort me a ride home, will you? Knowing this was her shot, Anika assisted him downstairs and into her car, his eyes shut tight in a drunken daze.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe stole a glance at him.
In her mind, even if she didnt aim to ride his coattails to fame, she wouldnt mind a fling. He was young, hot, and loaded-a catch for many .
Anika caught his mumbled address, likely some swanky villa area.
She had other plans than driving him home.
Straight to her cozy apartment they went. Compact but stylish.
As Leonel settled on her couch, something felt off. His eyes cracked open.
Perched atop him was a svelte figure.
With waist-length black locks and a petite face, Anikas white shirt accentuated her curves.
Whispering in his ear, she purred, Leonel.
Ina hazy state between sleep and wakefulness, his eyes glazed over.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHow long had it been since Alexis whispered his name like that? Anikas crimson lips, scorching against his ear, ignited a primal urge.
Leonels body had been aching for Alexis for ages. Mistaking Anika for Alexis and with her making the first move, he couldnt resist.
So, he pulled her close, giving in to their mutual craving, Locking lips in afrenzy.
Anika hadnt anticipated Leonels passion.
A soft groan escaped her lips.
They fervently explored each others bodies, lost in desire, as if melding into one was just a heartbeat away.
In the heat of the moment, Anika whispered, Mr. Douglas, Ive always admired you.