He woke up dizzy; it was probably around three in the afternoon. His side of the bed was a mess, the chaos left behind by a roommate lost in sleep. He decided to close his eyes again and woke up two hours later, sunlight still streaming into the room. This time, he stretched his body and took a deep breath, surprised to find himself alone, the sound of the shower echoing in his ears.
-I have a date with the girls, we're going shopping for clothes, - the blonde called out from behind the door. - They say my style is amazing, and we're going to make some compromises. -
-Sure, just take your time, - Billy replied, drifting back to sleep. He was startled by a knock at the door. Though it was just a single room away, it felt distant. He found someone he definitely hadn't expected—Alessandra. She rushed in, her stunning legs on full display, wearing a miniskirt and a white shirt with nothing underneath. There was a wildness to the way she carried herself.
They moved toward each other, kissing with a fierce hunger, each of them pushing the other to the edge. Alessandra's body was firm, sculpted by exercise, and as they came together, every detail about her made him reconsider everything. Time seemed to stand still as they tangled together, an incident that had been brewing since Spain. Their moments were brief and intense; for them, romance always took a back seat to the lust that fueled their encounters. Differences and quirks only added to their passion—a silly kiss, a playful tug, the smallest glance that seemed to fit perfectly with their act of love.
Their kisses spilled onto the bed as she wrapped herself in the sheets. He opened a window, both of them testing each other, intoxicated by her scent. Their feet tangled together as he moved closer, removing her shirt and sliding down her skirt. He reveled in the feel of her skin, the heat of her stomach, as they began with rough, almost aggressive intensity. Every inch of their bodies craved the touch of the other, desperate to release their pent-up desire. Her breasts were full and firm, and every trace of their passion brought them closer together.
Heat built between them, reaching a climax in five blissful minutes. They laughed and kissed, and he was already ready for another round. He rolled over, biting her back softly, while she sighed with pleasure. Their encounters were always fiery, never losing their spark.
-When are you getting married? - Billy asked.
She didn't answer. But those words sent a shiver through her, as he claimed every part of her with renewed force. It set them ablaze, each part of their bodies made for the other's pleasure.
Their bodies, slick with sweat and burning with desire, were exhausted from the intensity that always left them tangled together, drawn like magnets.
-Will you invite me to your wedding?- Billy whispered. -I'll bring a date, of course—just as good friends do.-
They embraced, touching each other, giving and taking what they needed. He looked into her eyes, pressing his forehead to hers, knowing that love was like glowing drops—if you felt it, the other person would too.
The thought of being unfaithful was just another thrill, an intriguing spark, almost with the risk of being caught. Alessandra didn't hold back.
Ten intense minutes, twenty, thirty—they continued, as close and balanced as ever.
-You always do things when I least expect it,- Billy said, for the third time. He was sure that time would eventually bring some sort of agreement, confident and with enough space for opportunities to turn into trouble. They knew that soon, they'd go their separate ways, sharing only glances.
-I have to go, - she said, adjusting her clothes, while Billy nodded slowly. He called for housekeeping and slipped into the bathroom for a walk, hoping to get some exercise. At least there was a private pool where he could swim long enough to calm his body. He was almost certain the party never stopped, and each one was more intense than the last. With all the wild twists life threw at him, he expected something intense, but he knew they'd probably be proven wrong—and even if time moved forward, it wouldn't matter.
-See you later, - the model said, leaving quickly, almost vanishing as if by magic. They found each other, swept together by the wind.
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Jerry looked over the photos of everyone, certain that Billy's rebellious streak would fade with time. Still, it was almost certain that the Marketing team would have to rethink their strategy. Teams always had to work carefully, without making mistakes.
The visible photos, even when they seemed harmless, broke every simple rule. They were separated from each other, making it hard to see that the image Warner wanted was so different. The boy they wanted was rebellious and charismatic, while the other was reckless, a party animal with a charm that made him both adored and hated. The idea of creating American Idol was falling apart, and now he had to lead him down a path he'd come to despise.
-I vote for silence. Let's keep quiet, for now, no matter the cost, - Jerry said with a long sigh. Fame and actions were seen as a form of control—if you were seen a certain way, it was almost impossible to change that perception. And if you tried to be someone else, someone good or dedicated, it only raised doubts or caused problems.
-Then silence it is,- someone replied to Jerry, with a hint of agreement. It was risky, and could very well land them in jail, but that wasn't a matter of time—many things seemed to be allowed.
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