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Jason POV

The fashion show was over and I was alone to myself by the rooftop, drinking my champagne and enjoying the view. Heavy steps were coming towards my direction and I instantly knew who it was.

''— My man, it's good you,'' I said to Cameron with a smile on my face.

He sighed. ''Hey brother, how are you?''

''Good, how'd you find me? What are you doing here?''

''Well, one your name was all over on Enews this morning about a fashion show and two, I had a gut feeling you'd be here in the rooftop, to yourself.''

''You know me too well,'' I grinned.

''You're my best friend, what do you expect?''

We both sat down on the couch near the double doors and poured more whiskey into our drinks. I took a sip on my drink and sighed, thinking about how crazy this day went for me.

So many fashion photographers, stylists, and companies were here today at the fashion show. I was sitting on the front row looking at the beautiful designs that the designers created for the show. I was able to buy Sax London's collection for its marketing and merchandising and stock holdings.

''---Only if you were there, it would've been fun,'' Cameron said to me about an event he went to.

''Sure it was.''

''Yeah, so, I don't know if you knew this already but word on the street Sasha is single.''

''Is she?'' I said in a sarcastic tone.

''Ha, come on man don't be like that. Is there any ounce of your heart that you still want her back.''

''At this point right now, I don't know if I want to. Honestly.''

''You two were dynamic. I really thought she was the one.''

''Yeah, I thought so too.''

Reminiscing my memories with Sasha never seemed to fade away. She was someone who I thought could be the one; possibly even get married if I were being honest.

But I can't forget what she did for me. How she broke up with me out-of-nowhere and I had to find out that she cheated on me.

I was confused and had so many questions as to why she did that to me.

Was I even good enough for her?

What did I do to deserve this?

How can I get over the situation?

''Do you ever think maybe possibly you two can mend and maybe be together?'' Cameron asked as I took another sip.

''No, I can forgive but I won't forget. That's something that I promise myself I wouldn't go back to.''

''Understood.''

Cameron and I begin to switch the subject to the Lakers game that happened last night. He was showing me some highlights of Lebron James, Tyson Chandler, and Brandon Ingram.

We were laughing so hard, drinking, and continued to talk about basketball stuff. It was refreshing that I was able to enjoy having a good time with him. I tend to forget sometimes Cameron can really get my mind off from work and have a good time.

---

''--Aye man, I gotta go, but I'll see you back home in L.A.?'' I asked as we both head outdoors from the venue.

''You bet, let me know what's new okay?''

''Sure thing.''

---

Back to my suite, I packed my bags and organized everything for tomorrow's flight. I unravel my suit, shoes, and tie then walked my way to the bathroom to take a cool shower.

The door connected to Violet's suite was slightly opened. I went over to the door to close it but was in shock to see Violet placing lotion on her hands and feet, with her hair all the down, all wet and curly.

She got up from the edge of the bed and sighed. Violet begins to strip down her robe and folded next to her bed.

I bite my lip roughly.

Oh my gosh

Her ravishing hour-glass body struck my veins, making my heart speed faster as she placed her sleeping shorts on. My dick was throbbing and I knew that I was getting a bit hard, spying on Violet.

She takes her hair and wraps it in a high messy bun and walked her way over to the bathroom door.

I panicked and looked down and saw my dick bulging out through my pants.

''Shit,'' I whispered.

I shoved my hand down my pants and tried to readjust myself, hoping my cock wasn't too obvious. The handle cracked and I instantly stood in an awkward position.

Violet came inside and gave me a grin. She placed her head down and went over to her makeup bags, organizing and cleaning the area.

''Are you okay?'' She asked.

''Me? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Totally fine,'' I forced a smile and adjusted my arm on the counter.

''Oh okay.'' She heaved a sigh and continued ''Look, I'm sorry I went off on you, I just didn't understand what was going on and I was very frustrated.''

''Violet... I mean Ms.Johnson---''

''Please just call me Violet, I honestly don't like it when you call me Ms.Johnson, business only. Besides, it's just you and me right now.''

''You're right, I'm sorry. Last night, that guy you were with he was trying to drug you and it almost worked. Luckily, I was there to save you and bring you back here safe. That's why I didn't want to--''

''--Thank you,'' she interrupted.

My heart fluttered to those words.

Thank you.

It was almost like receiving a gold sticker in your kindergarten days when the teacher sees you do a good job on a test or good behavior.

I nodded and responded ''Y--you're welcome.''

''I don't know how to repay you,'' she nervously chuckled.

''You don't, It's fine.''

''Okay, well goodnight.''

''Goodnight.''

She took a quick look at me and I pressed my lips tightly, trying cool down my sexual tensions. The door was shut and I sighed in relief. My heart was pounding against my chest, feeling free of holding everything together when she was here.

I sighed and shake my head, snapping out of my zone and forcefully focused myself in front of the mirror. Looking down, the print of my dick was still there, bulging out through my pants.

Oh, my fucking gosh!

This whole time!

Was it that noticeable? Did she really saw my dick print?

''Fuck me,'' I whispered.