I must say, this first scene was inspired by the scene in Fifty Shades of Grey. So if it seems familiar, that is why.

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There is a buzz in the atmosphere, but it all seems to be originating from Christina.

We have rented a spacious studio for the one-hour photo shoot. With only 10 minutes in, Christina has already started to jump up and down in her seat. I rest my chin in the palm of my hand, watching Eric fixing his cufflinks in front of a grey backdrop. There is a crease between his eyebrows, and he is clearly thinking about something.

There is a massive chandelier above us, dangling hundreds of perfectly cut little glass shards which send speckles of light in every direction. It ties in with the wallpaper which has a transparent feel to it, but there is a floral touch on top, making this whole place feel ancient. The arches around each door would agree.

"This is great," Christina squeals, brushing her shiny hair back with both hands, "It's like he is famous. And we get a look behind the scenes!"

"Shh," I laugh, rolling my eyes, "Eric would disagree."

"He would disagree about most things."

I jump out of my seat when two big hands grasp my shoulders. My knee goes up and almost knocks down the table we are sat at. Both Eric and the photographer look at me.

I look over my shoulder to see Jake trying to hold back his laughter, "Sorry!" I wave at Eric.

"I didn't think you would react like that," Jake speaks quietly into my ear before turning to Christina. Her smile seems to grow on her face, "Have we met?"

I concentrate on getting my heart rate back to its normal pace as Jake steps away from me and closer to where Christina is sat. He ends up standing in the middle of us. When expectant silence stretches on, I realize that I am supposed to introduce them.

"Uh... this is Jake," I tell Christina, who seems to be on another planet, "Eric's colleague."

I notice that he is wearing a light grey suit, which goes very well with his tanned skin. Eric is wearing a black suit, as he is unable to get any other colours due to his obnoxious nature. I told him a thousand times-

"Wow… you're a millionaire as well?" Christina reaches out to him. He takes her hand and kisses it, which surprises the both of us.

"Hardly," he murmurs. Christina bursts out laughing.

I excuse myself and go to stand two steps away from the photographer, positive that the pair did not even notice my absence. Eric glances at me before resuming his serious pose.

"How about we try one with a smile?" the photographer suggests. Eric glares at him and continues staring into the distance. I put a hand over my mouth to prevent myself from showing my smirk. I expected nothing less.

Minutes later, I start jumping around behind the photographer, making faces and showing Eric how to pose, as you would do with a small child. He looks confused at first but then decides to humour me.

He points at me, the gesture inevitably causing the photographer to look over his shoulder. Immediately, I straighten up and look away.

"Why don't you join him?" he asks. I look at the man with the camera, pretending to be surprised.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" In the corner of my eye, Eric smiles.

The photographer gives me a small grin and gestures to Eric, "Come on, might as well."

I wrap my arms around myself and raise my eyebrows at Eric, who simply looks down at the spot next to him. Rolling my eyes, I walk over, allowing him to grab my arm and pull me close.

"Easy," I hiss. He chuckles into my ear, using my hair as a shield from paparazzi.

All eyes in the room turn to me, making me feel self-conscious. Christina gives me a 'thumbs up' from the table, clearly perplexed by my intentions. Those are not my intentions though. They are somebody else's.

The camera flash almost blinds me. I bring a hand up to my face, "Wait, I wasn't ready."

Eric chuckles again, arm snaking around my waist. He holds my body so that most of my front is pressed against his. I feel his hand squeezing my lower back and try to figure out how in the hell this is a good pose for a photograph. But then I remember that the stretchy top I am wearing has crosses going down my back, exposing most of the skin there. I bring one hand to my mouth, smirking. Then the bright flash goes off.

SHSHSHSHSHSH

Next week, I decided to help at the office. After taking Violet to school, Eric and I make our way into the reception on the ground floor. The sun has tucked itself away, bringing heavy rainclouds above Chicago. Today I wear my Autumn jacket. Eric is in a suit.

He picks up some forms from the ladies at reception and then we continue walking through the lobby. We are yards away from the elevator when I stop dead in my tracks at the sight of fresh magazines displayed on a big rack near a waiting area.

"Holy fuck," I breathe. Eric looks up from his papers and follows my shaky steps.

The cover for the Business Magazine was supposed to be Eric. So why the fuck do I see my face?

I pick up one of the magazines, which is cold and glossy to touch. I look closer at the cover which shows a suited-up Eric holding me close, his face inches away from mine. I am looking down at his chest, smirking to myself with a finger on my mouth. The focus of the photograph was my back. I see it now. It's beautifully shot, with a black and white filter over it.

I think my heart stops for a second.

Eric leans over my shoulder and hums a short tune, "You look nice."

I widen my eyes and turn to him, "What the-… why am I on this?!"

He furrows his eyebrows and passes a mint pebble from one side of his mouth to the other, "What, you don't like it?"

"Well, no I do, but- "

"Well then," he shrugs and walks off towards the elevator. Just like that, the conversation is finished.

I tuck the magazine under one arm and follow him.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSH

Two hours in sitting at the office, I bring it up again. Eric laughs this time, leaning back in his leather chair. This new promotion of his has lifted a heavy weight off his shoulders. He looks more relaxed, and it is easier to get him to smile.

He gets up and walks over to the middle of the room, shrugging off his expensive jacket, "You don't like being the centre of attention, is that it?"

I smirk, shifting all my weight onto one arm on the sofa, "It's just a bit weird… being in a magazine," I tilt my head.

Eric rolls up his sleeves, "Nobody reads it. Like I said."

I roll my eyes, "Thanks."

He gestures for me to join him. I get up and walk to the middle of the room. Unexpectedly, he spins me around, slamming my back against his front. I gasp and then laugh.

"You look beautiful on the cover," he says, "Don't act silly about it."

I smile as we intertwine our fingers, and I get to see the small black 'T' on his bulky wrist.

His breathing starts to get hotter and hotter as he leans in to kiss my neck, "I'd like to fuck you on that table."

My face flushes as wetness starts pooling between my legs. He wraps our arms around my body, nearly squeezing the life out of me. I laugh again, leaning my head back.

"And what if someone comes in?" I challenge.

His teeth clamp down on my earlobe, making me shiver, "That's always a possibility, isn't it?"

"Just lock the door," I turn in his arms, leaning up to kiss him. He responds enthusiastically, closing the gap between us. Between the kisses, he manages to mumble something. I just don't understand what it is.

Without warning, he pushes me onto the desk, causing a pen holder to clatter down onto the floor along with its contents. I am shoved forward, face first. I try to giggle to relieve the tension but he doesn't seem to like that.

His hand comes down onto my ass with a loud thwack.

I moan, clutching the edges of the desk.

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