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Rio's Pov
I hate these award gatherings. It’s so stupid how a bunch of people just hand out awards to movies or actors they think are good, as if that actually means anything.
But, I can’t deny the free drinks are a nice perk, and seeing a few of my favorite co-workers is always a small comfort in this mess.
I make my way to the bar, as usual, alone. I order my drink and settle in, watching the paparazzi flash their cameras through the glass. It’s all so… noisy, and I just want to be left in peace.
My eyes drift to the side, and I catch someone approaching.
"Hey..." she says, her voice pulling me out of my thoughts. I glance up, a bit surprised. I take a slow sip of my drink, trying to keep my composure.
"Hey..." I reply quietly, my voice soft, almost as if I’m not quite sure why she’s even talking to me.
"Are you alone?" she asks, her voice laced with curiosity. Agatha's eyes linger on me for a moment, a playful yet confident smile tugging at her lips. "Mind if I join you?"
I take a moment, my eyes scanning you up and down, assessing you with a hint of curiosity.
"Sure, I’m alone," I say, my tone casual, almost dismissive. "Knock yourself out." I gesture beside me, giving you a slight nod, silently inviting you to take the seat next to me.
Agatha sits down beside me, ordering a drink with a casual motion, before her eyes meet mine. We’ve never spoken before, but in this world, we both know exactly who the other is. There’s a quiet recognition in her gaze, like she’s seen me in tabloids or on red carpets.
"What is such a beautiful woman doing alone here?" she asks, her voice low but sincere, the question catching me off guard just a little.
I roll my eyes at the compliment, taking another slow sip of my drink, as if the praise doesn’t quite land.
"I guess I’m just... lonely," I say, the word almost tasting foreign on my lips. "No one really to talk to. They’re either too busy, don’t want to bother with me, or just think I’m a prick." I pause for a moment, my gaze flicking up to meet hers, studying her with a hint of vulnerability, despite myself.
"What about you?" I continue, my voice quieter, tinged with curiosity. "Are you lonely too?"
"Yes, I’m alone too," she says, her voice smooth and deliberate, as if savoring each word. "Nobody here really catches my attention... until I saw you." She leans in slightly, her gaze intense, lingering on Rio with an unmistakable hint of desire. "You’re the only one here worth my time."
A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips as she compliment me again, amusement flickering in my eyes.
"Trust me, a lot of people are interested in me here," I say with a chuckle, gesturing around at the dozens of eyes on us, clearly intrigued.
I lean in just slightly, a playful glint in my gaze. "You must have excellent taste, if I’m the only one catching your attention tonight."
Agatha tilts her head slightly, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, I always appreciate good taste," she says, her voice low, the words hanging in the air with a hint of challenge. "And right now, I’m only interested in what’s right in front of me."
Agatha leans in slightly, her gaze intense as it locks onto mine, as if she’s trying to read my thoughts. There’s a playful glint in her eyes, but also a touch of curiosity, as if she’s eager to know what’s going on behind my calm exterior.
"So," she says, her voice softer now, almost a whisper, "what are you thinking about right now?"
"Nothing in particular," I say, my voice casual, though there's an edge of amusement. "Mostly about how much I hate being here... I can't stand these kinds of events. Everyone else seems to love them, but I find them draining." I pause, taking another sip, my gaze lingering on Agatha for a moment longer than necessary.
"What about you?" I ask, leaning in just a bit, curiosity slipping into my tone. "What’s going through that mind of yours?"
She tucks a loose lock of hair behind her ear, her fingers lingering for a moment as her gaze never leaves mine. A small, almost sultry smile plays on her lips as she leans in slightly, her voice low and steady.
"I’m thinking about how stunning you are," she says, her tone soft but charged with something more. "Honestly, I can’t think of anything else right now."
I can’t help but notice the small gesture, my eyes following the movement of your slender fingers as she tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. I watch her for a moment, my gaze lingering, before a flicker of annoyance crosses my face, though there's something else there too—something I can’t quite place.
"Flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere, you know," I say, my voice flat and nonchalant, but there’s a hint of something more beneath the surface. I take another slow sip of my drink, keeping my eyes on you, as if daring you to push further.
Agatha leans in slightly, her gaze never leaving mine, the air between us thickening. Her voice drops a little, softer now, with an almost teasing edge.
"If you could do anything right now, anything at all," she begins, her lips curling into a faint smile, "what would you do....with me?
I pause, letting the question hang in the air as I take a moment to really consider it. My eyes scan the room briefly, my mind drifting to the possibilities, the answers I could give, each one more tempting than the last.
"Hmm..." I murmur, my gaze returning to hers, a playful glint in my eyes. I bring my glass to my lips, savoring the drink before letting it slide slowly from my mouth.
"...Maybe I'd take a vacation," I say, my voice lower now, more deliberate, as I gesture vaguely at the chaotic crowd around us. "Somewhere quiet... far away from all this... and maybe from you too... or maybe not."
Agatha pauses for a moment, her eyes glinting with something mischievous as she lets the words hang in the air. After a few seconds, she leans in just a little closer, her voice low and inviting.
"I bet you'd love to visit my beach house," she says, her lips curling into a knowing smile. "It’s a beautiful place, right by the sea. Best part? It’s on a private island... No one around. Just the two of us."
A small smirk tugs at the corner of my lips as I hear your description. I’m intrigued, but I don’t want to make it too obvious.
"A private island? That’s pretty impressive..." I say, taking another sip of my now nearly empty drink, my gaze casually flicking back to you. "How many people actually have access to this island?"
I keep my voice steady, as if I’m not really all that bothered by the idea, but there's an unmistakable glint in my eyes—a hint of curiosity masked by a nonchalant tone.
Agatha’s eyes twinkle with amusement as she leans back slightly, clearly enjoying the playful tension between them.
“How many people have access to this island?” she repeats with a teasing smile. “Only me and a few close friends. But I do make exceptions... I tend to let beautiful women onto my island if they want to,” she says, her tone light and playful, but the glint in her eyes suggests there’s more to the offer than just words.
She lets the sentence linger in the air, her lips curling into a subtle smirk, as if she’s daring Rio to respond, to take the bait.
I raise an eyebrow at her mention of "pretty women," a playful smirk tugging at the corner of my lips.
“Hmmm, so you only let in beautiful women?” I say, the sarcasm evident in my voice, but there's an undercurrent of curiosity as I lean slightly forward, my gaze never leaving hers.
“I guess that would mean... I’d have an invite to your private island, then?” I pause for a moment, my eyes scanning her lips before returning to her eyes. “And what exactly happens there once you let me in...?”
I watch her closely, my gaze never leaving her lips as she bites them ever so slightly, a playful spark in her eyes. There’s a pause before she speaks, drawing the moment out, making the air between us feel thick with something unspoken.
“I could take you for a dive, let the sea wash over us... we’d ride by boat, visiting the best hidden beaches around my house,” she says, her voice low, almost as if it’s meant for me alone. She leans in a little, her words making my pulse quicken. “And then, maybe I’d cook for you... they say you can win a woman’s heart through her stomach.”
I smirk, her words playful, but there’s something in the way she says them, something more.
She pauses, her eyes locking onto mine, and a mischievous smile curls at the corners of her lips.
“But... who knows?” she murmurs, her voice dropping even lower. “Maybe I have other plans for you... things that go beyond just a nice meal and a boat ride.”
My breath catches slightly, her words hanging in the air like a promise I’m not sure I’m ready for—yet I can’t look away. I let the silence stretch for a moment, feeling the heat between us build.
"So, you'd take me for a swim, cook for me... hmm, doesn’t sound too bad," I say, leaning in just a little closer, my voice dropping an octave, full of intent. I lick my lips slowly, watching her closely as I tease her with my words. "But is that really all we could do, Agatha? Or... do you have other, more exciting plans in mind?"
"Well," she begins, her voice dropping slightly, "I could take you to see all the rooms in my house... the living room, my office..." She pauses, her eyes glinting with a playful yet provocative spark. "And then, there's my bedroom..." Her tone lingers on the last word, adding a layer of suggestiveness. "Would you like to see it?"
I watch her closely as she speaks, my eyebrows raising slightly as her voice shifts. By the time she mentions her bedroom, a small, knowing smile plays at the corners of my lips.
"Are you sure there's anything in your bedroom I couldn't find in the other rooms?" I ask, leaning forward on the barstool, my eyes narrowing just slightly. The glint in my gaze sharpens, teasing her, as I wonder how far she is willing to push this.
I watch as Agatha leans in, her lips brushing just near my ear as she speaks in a low, teasing whisper.
“Well... I'll be in it.”
She pulls back, her eyes gleaming with amusement, a soft, almost devilish smile tugging at her lips. She then casually signals to the bartender, her tone light as she orders a glass of wine.
I feel the weight of her words lingering in the air between us, the tension rising with her playful challenge.
“You make an excellent point,” I reply, my voice dropping low, the words slipping out almost as a challenge. I take a moment, struggling to regain my composure, the heat from her whisper still lingering on my skin.
I watch her closely as she glances back at me, her smile small but knowing, as if she's aware of the effect her words have. Her fingers trace the rim of the wine glass, the movement slow and deliberate, drawing my attention to every little detail.
"I'm glad we agree," she says, her voice low and smooth, a velvet quality to it that sends a shiver down my spine. She takes a slow sip, letting the moment stretch between us, her gaze never wavering from mine. There's something undeniably confident in the way she carries herself, as if she knows exactly what she wants, and she’s not afraid to take it.
I watch as she sets her glass down with a soft clink, then leans in just a fraction, her voice dropping even lower, meant only for me.
"But let’s not waste time with small talk, Rio. We both know exactly what we want."
The words hang in the air, thick with implication, and I feel the heat rising between us, her confidence radiating off her in waves. There's no denying it now—this is no longer just playful banter. It’s a challenge. And I can’t help but wonder just how far she’s willing to push it.
I feel a small flush creeping up my neck, but I try to play it off, leaning back slightly as I let the words slip out. My lips curl into a teasing smirk, and I raise an eyebrow at her, as if to challenge her further.
"So, I assume that means I'm invited to this private island..." I let the sentence hang in the air, the playful tone in my voice belying the warmth I feel under her gaze.
I watch her closely, my heart racing just a little. But I don’t back down. Instead, I circle back to the beginning, where she first brought up her private getaway. I want to see how far she’ll push this—how far she's willing to take the invitation.
"You mentioned this island of yours before," I continue, my voice low, almost purring. "Are you really offering, or was that just part of the game?"
Agatha takes a slow sip of her wine, her eyes locking with mine over the rim of the glass. The movement is deliberate, every detail meant to draw my attention. She sets the glass down gently, her gaze never wavering, a playful glint dancing in her eyes.
"Only if you think you can handle everything that comes with it," she says, her voice a low, sultry tease, each word dripping with confident allure. Her lips curl into a slow, mischievous smile, daring me to rise to the challenge she’s just laid out.
She leans in slightly, her presence magnetic, as if she’s testing my limits with every subtle move. The room seems to fade away, leaving only the two of us locked in this unspoken, thrilling game.
A sly smile tugs at my lips as I let my eyes wander over her, taking in every detail. My cheeks already feel warm at the thought of being alone with her on that private island. The idea is intoxicating—I want it more than I’m willing to admit—but I can’t let her win too easily. I have to at least put up a little fight.
“Hm, I don’t know…” I murmur, my tone laced with playful defiance. “I can handle a lot…” I lean in slightly, closing just enough of the space between us to feel the tension grow, my smirk matching hers as I meet her gaze.
I watch as she sets her glass down deliberately, her movements slow and purposeful, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that makes my pulse quicken. She leans in, just enough to shrink the space between us, her presence almost overwhelming in its confidence.
“Oh, I’m counting on that,” she says, her voice low and dripping with seduction, each word curling around me like a promise I’m not sure I’m ready for—but can’t resist. A wicked smile spreads across her lips, her gaze steady, daring me to look away.
“Because when I get you alone,” she continues, her tone softer now, yet no less dangerous, “there won’t be any room for doubts... just us.”
Her words hit me like a spark to dry kindling, igniting something deep inside. The air between us feels charged, her confidence radiating in a way that leaves no question about her intentions. My heart races, and I can’t help but wonder how much longer I can keep pretending to have the upper hand.
*"The idea is intoxicating—I want it more than I’m willing to admit—but I can’t let her win too easily. My mind races, trying to hold onto the threads of composure I have left, even as her gaze burns through me like a flame. If she notices how quickly I’m unraveling, I’ll lose every ounce of control I have in this game."*
"So, you're just going to do whatever you want to me and leave me with no room for doubts?" I say, my voice dropping slightly as a teasing smirk tugs at my lips. My heart races, but I mask it with a playful edge, savoring every second of how this conversation is unfolding. The way her confidence radiates—it’s impossible not to be drawn in, and I can’t help but push her just a little further, curious to see where she’ll take it next.
Agatha lowers her gaze for a brief moment, her teeth gently capturing her bottom lip, as if she’s contemplating my words. When she looks back up, it’s through her lashes, the picture of feigned innocence. Her expression is soft, almost shy, but the playful spark in her eyes tells a completely different story.
“Well... only if you let me,” she murmurs, her voice delicate, almost uncertain, but there’s a subtle edge to her tone, a deliberate tease. The way she plays at being coy, knowing full well the effect she’s having, sends a thrill through me. She’s pretending to be unsure—but we both know she’s anything but.
“Oh, I’m gonna let you… don’t worry, sweetheart,” I murmur, my voice steady now, lower, dripping with newfound confidence. My eyes don’t waver from yours as I lean in slightly, my smirk growing. If this is a game, I’m ready to play it to the end.
The word sweetheart slips from my lips so casually, but the effect it has on her is instant. I watch as something shifts in her expression—her confidence, so steady until now, seems to falter for just a moment. Her cheeks flush, and she leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper that sends a shiver through me.
“Careful,” agatha murmurs, her lips so close I can feel the warmth of her breath. “Calling me that might just make me lose all my self-control…”
For the first time tonight, I see her composure crack, just slightly. It’s subtle, but it’s there—a vulnerability peeking through her otherwise unshakable confidence. And somehow, it only makes her more irresistible.
“Is that so?” I murmur, my voice soft but laced with intent as I lean in just a little closer. The space between us feels electric, the heat of her proximity sending a rush through me that I can no longer ignore. Whatever power she thought she had over me has shifted, if only for a moment, and I can feel my confidence surging.
“Might be fun to see you lose all that self-control…” I pause, letting the words hang in the charged air between us, before finishing with a smirk. “…sweetheart.”
The way her breath catches, even for the briefest second, tells me I’ve hit my mark. The tables have turned, and I’m more than ready to see where this game leads us next.
Agatha lets a playful, almost wicked smile curl at her lips as she leans in, closing the distance between us. Her eyes flick down to my lips, lingering there for just a heartbeat before meeting my gaze again. The air feels heavy, charged, and my breath catches as she tilts her head slightly, as though she’s about to kiss me. But just as I’m bracing for it, she shifts at the last second, leaning past me instead, her lips brushing ever so lightly against the shell of my ear.
“Careful what you wish for,” she whispers, her voice low and laced with teasing intent. The warmth of her breath against my skin sends a shiver down my spine, and before I can recover, she pulls back, her eyes dancing with mischief. A knowing smile plays at her lips as she lets the tension hang thickly between us, leaving me completely disarmed.
“God... you’re so dangerous…” I whisper, the words escaping my lips in a breathless gasp, my voice trembling as the intensity of the moment overwhelms me.
Agatha lets a soft chuckle escape her lips, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from Rio's face with a deliberate gentleness. She leans back just enough to meet Rio’s eyes, her gaze unwavering.
“Dangerous?” she murmurs, her voice low, thick with teasing confidence. “Only if you can’t handle me…” she pauses, letting the words hang in the air, her lips curling into a playful smirk. “But something tells me you don’t mind the risk.”
I shiver slightly as agatha move a strand of hair away from my face, your touch so soft and gentle, yet it somehow makes my pulse race.
“Oh, I can handle you...” I say slowly, the words slipping out with a mix of certainty and a hint of uncertainty—how true they are, I’m not sure, but the way agatha are already driving me crazy with just the slightest touch, I’m starting to doubt my own resolve.
“Trust me, sweetheart, I live for the risk…” I add, my voice low, carrying a teasing challenge, knowing I’ve just upped the stakes.
Agatha glances quickly at the door, then back at me, her voice dropping lower, thick with desire.
“If you really live for the risk…” she murmurs, her voice almost a whisper, “maybe we should find somewhere more private.” She stands slowly, a mischievous smile curling at her lips before extending her hand towards me.
“I’m sure you can handle what comes next, sweetheart,” she says, the challenge in her voice undeniable, almost as if inviting me to accept.
My pulse races as agatha glance at the door, the mere suggestion of finding somewhere more private making every nerve in my body tingle with anticipation. The thought of being alone with agatha, of letting this tension finally break, consumes me.
“I think you’re right…” I murmur, my voice low and filled with desire. My eyes lock with yours, the challenge lingering in the air. “Let’s get out of here. Take me somewhere I can truly handle everything you throw at me…” I say, my hand reaching for yours, my grip firm as I stand and follow you, the heat between us only intensifying.
Agatha pauses just before the door, her grip on Rio’s hand tightening as she turns to face her, their proximity making the air between them crackle with energy. Her heart races, matching the anticipation in Rio’s eyes. Slowly, she leans in, her lips brushing against Rio’s in a light, teasing kiss that sends a shiver down her spine. She lingers there for a moment, letting the tension build, before deepening the kiss, the heat between them igniting in an instant. The kiss is slow, consuming, as if nothing else matters but the two of them.
Pulling away just enough to leave them both breathless, Agatha’s voice drops to a hushed whisper, her lips still dangerously close to Rio’s.
“If you think you’re ready…” agatha murmurs, her voice thick with desire, teasing and confident. “…then let me show you just how unforgettable tonight can be, baby.”
I let out a soft moan as Agatha's lips press against mine, the contact sending shockwaves of desire through my entire body. The simple touch of her kiss is enough to make my knees weak, and I struggle to stay upright as the kiss deepens, every inch of me overwhelmed by the intensity of what’s happening. My legs feel like jelly, like I’m losing myself in her completely.
When Agatha pulls away, I’m left breathless, my mind spinning in the aftermath, caught in the heat of the moment.
“Oh, I’m so ready…” I whisper, my voice thick with need, my eyes locked on hers. I’m already lost, giving myself to her completely. “I’m all yours for the night, baby…”