A/N: Hey you guys! It's me again, and I know I haven't been uploading any new chapters, let alone any new stories, but I'm trying t get back into the habit again. Now, back to the facts, I have already posted this fic in the past, and I AM the original author. Just so you guys who have read this fic before, don't think that I'm stealing it or anything lol.

This fic originally had over 300 reviews when I finished it, and it was one of my first stories I've ever created, so I hope that the new generation of readers on this site enjoy it as much as everyone else did. This fic is full of twists and turns, deceit and lies, as well as romance and desire. Please check it out and leave me some reviews to tell me what you think! So with that said, please enjoy the first chapter to My Sizzling Secret.

Summary: Sakura's a happily married model, working for two well-known modeling agencies, but lately work has been interfering with her marriage life, as well as her love life. Her husband's always working, there's just never any time for romance... So, in need of comfort, Sakura blindly begins showing signs of loneliness, unaware that her actions are attracting the attention of the people around her: her best friend Tomoyo, fellow employees, as well as BOTH of her bosses; Syaoran Li, and Eriol Hiiragizawa. Both of whom are cousins who despise each other's existence. She's a beautiful supermodel on the cover of nearly every magazine sold, what is a girl to do when two of the most handsome men in the modeling business offer to help her with her problems? But also, what is she to do when she begins having unexpected affairs of the heart, as well?

Chapter 1: My Life is Perfect... Well Almost.

Click... click!

"There you go, good job. Yes, yes, that pose is great!" A beautiful girl was posing for the cover of a new magazine. Her photographer maneuvered around the room, shooting photos nonstop as she offered him her sexy poses and her mystical stares. She bent down, exposing some skin in the mini skirt that she was wearing, and made sure to expose some cleavage as well; and in doing so, everyone in the room stared on in awe. Too bad for them though, for she was a happily married woman, married to one of the most handsome men in the city. He inherited his family's fortune, which made him one of the richest men alive, and having the most talked-about supermodel for a trophy wife pretty much topped off their oh-so-perfect marriage.

"Excellent job Mrs. Tsukishiro, but I think that's enough for today. We'll continue shooting tomorrow afternoon." Her photographer complimented happily. The woman straightened her composure, smiling sweetly as she approached him.

"George, how many times do I have to tell you? Call me Sakura... there's no need to be so formal around me, you know that." She said, placing a gentle hand on his cheek.

"Of course, Sakura." And he walked off, blushing in embarrassment. Sakura glanced at her watch, sighing to herself. All the shootings for that day were finished, and now she was to make her way back home to Yukito. Mr. Tsukishiro. So far her marriage seemed to be progressing perfectly, and she made sure of that by attempting to be the best wife she could be.

She made her way towards the back of the room where a small vanity desk sat, propped against the wall. And, gazing at her own reflection, she took at seat at the table while thinking about him... yet she wasn't shocked at all with what she saw; she was very pretty, and everyone in the right mind thought the same. She had short auburn hair, with golden tresses dangling loosely at her cheeks, framing her face. Her eyes were a dazzling emerald, and she had the most luscious lips... They were naturally shined and moist to perfection, that she rarely needed to apply additional color for her shoots.

"Why was I cursed with such beauty?" She thought coyly to herself. She couldn't help but muse about it. She was lucky, and she knew it. She took one last glance in the mirror then offered her farewells to her fellow companions before taking her leave. She was currently employed at two modeling companies, with the lead bosses of both, VERY well-known for their work. They were both genuinely handsome, but extremely strict, and the problem was... they were both cousins, who despised each other's very existence. Competition was always an issue, and possession ruled them.

Once outside, Sakura made her way to her Mercedes Benz, shiny black with gray tinted windows, and slid into the driver's seat gracefully. Then, fastening her seat belt, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed her house, hoping that someone would pick up.

No answer.

(Sigh)

"Maybe he's not home yet. He's always late..." She thought haughtily, rubbing her forehead. Nearly every day after work, she'd arrive home only to find herself alone. He had a good reason to be gone, though. He worked at a hotel, serving all sorts of strangers, so he was always busy... it wasn't his fault. But still, there were times where loneliness would plague her, just sitting by herself in their vast estate with nothing to do... She was tired of that. What about her needs? She wanted to come home and go on a date every once in a while, perhaps have a little champagne, or maybe even cuddle by the fireplace. But that was never an option, because he was never home.

Passing various restaurants, shops, and houses, Sakura continued driving. All the people she passed on the sidewalk seemed to be having a good time, simply looking in and out of shop windows, wondering if they should buy anything; mothers and daughters were holding hands as they walked, laughing and talking together. Just watching these people live their normal lives made her feel lonelier then she already was. Then it hit her. Maybe... she should have a child of her own to keep her company, to make her happy? Yeah, she had been thinking about the subject for some time now, but she wasn't entirely sure if Yukito was up for the responsibility. He never bought up children... so she figured he never wanted any. She sighed.

Moments later, she arrived at her home. It wasn't too far away from work, or the shopping center. And she was happy where it was located. It was built high up on a hill, isolated completely so no one could bother them. There was always a cool breeze blowing freely, and the sound of birds sounded in the distance when the wind blew just right. It was a peaceful place, but sometimes too peaceful...

She parked her car outside at the curb, then casually let herself inside. She was exhausted. Hours of posing, changing outfits, reapplying make up. All of that was a daily routine that she was used to. It was hard, but no one said that such a career would be easy. She took off her shoes and went upstairs to change, throwing on an oversized t-shirt and a pair of pink booties before making her way back downstairs to the kitchen to prepare dinner. She didn't know when Yukito was going to be home, but at least his meal would be ready whenever he arrived. It was all part of trying to be the perfect spouse, and so far, she was doing a hell of a job.

Sakura opened the refrigerator and looked inside curiously.

"Alright, let's see... do we have anything edible in here?" She asked herself as she rummaged around the refrigerator, sliding lettuce and sodas to the side. Eventually she decided to just order something. Cooking wasn't her specialty, and she was lazy too... but luckily for her, Yukito never really cared.

She took it upon herself to order a few BLT sandwiches from a nearby deli. Now, all she had to do was wait. She went into the living room and sat down on their white leather couch. She was about to reach across the coffee table for the remote control when something caught her eye. It was a picture of her and Yukito on their wedding day, holding hands, and smiling from ear to ear. Yep, that was the happiest day of her life; the day she became Mrs. Sakura Tsukishiro. She picked up the picture frame and held it to her heart. The picture was forever going to be within her possession, for it was too precious to be thrown away. She sat for a few moments, reminiscing in her history when someone rang the doorbell, interrupting her from her thoughts.

"Coming!" She called out as she scurried to the door. Placing the picture frame back on the tabletop, she ran her fingertips through her hair before opening the door. And, upon realizing who it was, she placed her hands on her hips in disbelief. "Did you forget your house key again?" She asked. Yukito raised an eyebrow playfully.

"Yes, I'm afraid I did. I was in such a hurry to get to work so I could come home to you, I simply didn't remember to stick my house key in my pocket. Will you ever find the power within your kind heart to forgive me?" He joked, picking her up and carelessly throwing her over his shoulder. Sakura squealed as he made his way to the sofa, pounding her small fists against his back, powerless. He carefully laid her down where she had sat before, and laid on top of her. She was defeated.

"You sure have a way with words, Tsukishiro." She stated sarcastically.

"They're all meant for you, my cherry blossom." He said, leaning down to kiss her. He then paused, pulling away long enough to gaze into her eyes. "I love you Sakura... you know that, right?" He asked, looking at her lovingly.

"And I love you, with all my heart." She replied, but offered him a questioning look. "Why do you ask?" He simply shrugged his shoulders.

"No reason, I just wanted you to know." Oh well, she shook off the matter and they both lay where they fell, staring at each other. But suddenly Yukito sat up, an evil glint shining in his eyes; and the smile which was splayed across Sakura's face, quickly vanished. She attempted to sit up as well, readying for her escape, only to be pushed back down again.

"Where do you think you're going, little one?" he asked, grinning evilly. Sakura knew full well what his intentions were, and she immediately began squirming beneath his weight. She screamed, smiling widely, but that only made his grin widen and he watched her as he dug his fingers into her sides, making her scream with ticklish laughter.

"Haha! STOP IT! I mean it, Yuki! Haha... ow, it hurt, it hurts!" She lied as he continued tickling her. She was practically choking on her words as she laughed, and even though she leaded for him to stop, her pleads only seemed to encourage him further.

"No one can hear your screams. You're weak and vulnerable, and no one will be able to save you from my manly wrath." He said over the booming laughter of his wife. She squirmed under him, kicking her legs wildly.

"Please stop!! It hurts!!" She lied again, of course it didn't hurt... but she was hoping that by feigning pain, that it would make him stop. To her disappointment, it didn't.

"It doesn't hurt; your little games won't work on me this time, Sakura." He managed to say. But soon enough, Sakura grasped his collar within her fists and pulled him down to her, whispering to him in a deathly tone. He stopped tickling for a brief moment to hear what she had to say.

"I said... stop." She stated again. It didn't have the exact effect that she was hoping for, for he simply sniggered. He was inches from her face when he also whispered.

"I'm stronger than you. There is nothing you can do to defeat me."

"Oh, is that so?" She said, getting up from the couch. "I'll have you know that I ordered a few sandwiches, so that means that since I ordered them, I get to eat them..." She glanced over her shoulder at him, mischief displayed in her eyes. "Or I could share... Whichever you would prefer." she folded her arms smugly. It was silly, acting like children at this age, but no matter what... they would always be children at heart.

"Oh no! Whatever will I do if you eat my sandwich?" He seethed sarcasm, placing his hands to his cheeks in fake shock.

"If you want one, then you'll have to cooperate and be a good boy. Otherwise I'll eat them both, and you'll have to look through fridge and make something to eat on your own." She gave him a half smile as she made her way around the couch to sit next to him, yet again. She was about to pull him in for another kiss when the doorbell rang. They stopped, and Sakura hurried to open the door.

"Hi, how much is it?" She asked, acquiring the food from the young man. He was speechless as he gawked at her, not caring if he was being rude or not. She asked again, and he finally snapped out of his little phase.

"That would be eleven dollars, please." He replied. She handed him the money, but he still continued to stare. "I'm sorry... but excuse me for saying this…" he swallowed the lump in his throat, and dared to gaze up at her. "I think that you are the most talented model in the world, you're absolutely beautiful..." His statement brought a slight blush to Sakura's cheeks.

"Why thank you, would you like an autograph?" She asked politely, reaching for a pen and a piece of paper. But, feeling suddenly daring, he refused her offer.

"Umm... would it be too much if I asked you for a kiss on the cheek?"

"Yes it would." Yukito butt in.

Sakura turned around to see him examining the boy from where he sat, his arm dangling over the backside of the sofa as he looked at them. She simply waved him off, silencing him.

"How old are you?" She asked. The boy was shaking rather nervously, but smiled nonetheless.

"I'm turning 17 this October."

"Well... alright, since it's so close to your birthday..." Sakura placed the pen and paper down once more before she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. Once she did, she could't help but grin at his reaction. He was as stiff as a statue, and slowly, very slowly, blood began rushing to his face. He looked up at her, totally speechless.

"Hm... thank you for your delivery." Sakura thanked him, politely beginning to shut the door. The boy simply nodded and turned around. He skipped down the steps, singing to himself, his hand clasped over the cheek that she had kissed as he made his way to his car.

"Well, that was cheerful." Yukito seethed with jealousy, breaking the silence. Sakura whirled on him and shot him a mocking glare.

"Are you jealous?" She asked, approaching him. He stood up and nodded, offering her the cutest look a man like him could muster.

"Yes, I am. I want a wittle-kissie too..." Sakura giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him again.

"Okie dokie, you get to have a kiss. Is that better?"

"Yes it is. Can I have some more later?" He pulled her closer to him, suggestively.

"Mm... Maybe you can have a little something else too." She winked, walking to the dinner table with the bag of subs in her hand.

Yukito made his way to the table too and sat down in one of the chairs, taking her in his lap.

"I'm tired, what do you say we go to bed after eating these subs?" Sakura raised an eyebrow at him and released herself from his grasp.

"Not tonight, I have to get up early for tomorrows shots, maybe tomorrow though, I promise." He threw up his arms in irritation.

"You're always posing for those damn pictures, when will you ever have some time to be with me?" He growled, grabbing a sub and roughly stuffing as much as he could into his mouth.

"I was going to ask you the same thing. Every time I get home, I'm always by myself. I never know when you'll get back." She explained, also taking a sub into her hands.

"I can't help it Sakura, they always have something for me to do at that stupid hotel, and you know I can't leave until my work is finished." He took another bite of the sub, a piece of bacon sliding out, dangling from his mouth.

"Yeah? Well, there's nothing I can do about this either. I guess we'll just have to deal with it... but only until we get rich enough to where we can live off of our fortune for the rest of our lives. By then, you're mine." She said.

"Let's go to sleep. I'm pooped..." Sakura whined as she dragged herself up the steps. Yukito helped her by placing his hands on her sides, also dragging his powerless body up the long winding staircase.

By the time he was done readying for sleep, Sakura was already passed out on her side of the bed, breathing in and out softly. He smiled and carefully took a seat at her side, so as not wake her. She was so innocent... so angelic that it seemed a sin just to touch her…

He brushed her bangs away from her eyes as he watched her sleep peacefully, then leaned over and kissed her forehead before sliding into bed on the other side beside her. Snuggling closer to her, he laid his arm over her waist as he drifted off into slumber.

"I love you Sakura, I always will."

A/N: Awww... how touching, this chapter was just to get you more acquainted with Sakura, Yukito and their life. Of course later on the story will get more spicy when Syaoran comes into the picture, along with Eriol. I hope that you all liked it and please review: )