Billy rested as Alessandra leaned against him, the cold London m surrounding them. He y back, running his fihrough her chestnut hair, brushing it to one side. His panion purred like a cat, pressing her slender body closer, skin against skin. They were perfectly at ease, unbothered by the time, awaiting a phone call that seemed hardly important.

  – Will you join me for some exercise? – Billy asked, shifting to hold the woman tightly against his chest. She groaned softly, her eyes still closed.

  – I’ll be back if that’s the case. – Billy said, stretg his arms before heading downstairs. The faint sounds of activity i didn’t catch his attention. He pulled on a pair of workout pants, his bare feet padding softly as he stepped out onto the porch. The m light illumihe brick houses with their modest decorations. In the small backyard, an old metal bar setup awaited him—a makeshift calisthenics station.

  Billy began his rigorous workout, pushing himself to the limit with exercises targeting his back, chest, abs, legs, and lower back. He was so engrossed that he didn’t notice Alessandra watg him from a chair nearby, a bowl of fruit and yogurt in hand. Billy’s devotion to his daily fitness routine was his escape from the world.

  – How long have you been here? – he asked, approag her and leaning in for a long, desire-filled kiss.

  – Long enough. – Alessandra replied, her gaze lingering on his defined abs and broad chest. He looked every bit the part of a model.

  – Have you ever thought about modeling? You’d be perfect for so many brands. – she remarked, studying his sharp features.

  – I do some work for fashion brands, but holy, modeling’s never really ied me. At least not for men. – Billy replied, before pulling her into another deep, passionate kiss that left her breathless and pletely captivated. His touch, his presence, made her feel utterly beautiful, his hands on her hips hinting at a day spent locked away together.

  – Sir, you have an appoio attend. – their housekeeper interrupted, warning that he’d be te if he deyed any longer. Billy nodded, whisking Alessandra off for a quick shower filled with heated kisses and teasing touches. Within half an hour, they were downstairs, pyful and ready. A car awaited them, but Alessandra reminded him of their schedule.

  – We’re te. – she whispered as the driver checked the time. Billy brushed it off with more kisses, insisting they’d arrive when they arrived.

  Their destination was a tattoo studio iral London. Inside, a worn-out beanbag chair sat in the er, and Paul Both waited with his coffee, his green punk hair and tattooed fapleting the look.

  – Billy, and… – Paul hesitated, gng at Alessandra, whose beauty shone even in a simple red shirt and jeans.

  – Alessandra. – Billy introduced her, shaking Paul’s hand briefly.

  – Well, I’ve got everything ready. You’re in for about twelve hours of hell, kid. – Paul warned as they headed upstairs. They were greeted by a woman in bck who ran the shop.

  – Didn’t think Billy Carson would show up in my tattoo parlor, Paul. – said Meche, as her colleagues called her.

  – Thanks for lending Paul the space, darling. – Billy replied with a wink, which earned a sigh from Alessandra. She knew Billy’s rebellious streak all too well. Meche, Alessandra quickly pushed aside a pang of jealousy.

  A massive stencil covered Billy’s back as the tattoo session began. Alessandra raised her eyebrows but remained indifferent to the design. The process was meticulous, almost ritualistic. Paul worked with expert precision, starting with bck outlines, while Billy remained perfectly still.

  Hours passed as Paul’s foever wavered. Alessandra, meanwhile, eained herself with a magazine. Billy’s agent, Michael Ockrs, arrived, bringing two coffees and a bagel.

  – Alessandra, good m. – Michael greeted her warmly.

  – M. – she replied, watg as Michael set up his ptop and began handling calls and emails.

  Music pyed softly in the background, songs from Billy’s uping album. Merche and Michael chatted about Billy’s music career, his raw, rofused voice that could be both raspy and anding.

  – Billy, need anything to eat? How about you, Paul? – Michael asked.

  Paul requested burgers, while Billy asked for his usual. Alessandra was curious.

  – What’s his usual? – she asked.

  – A specific diet: half a pound of meat, rice or potatoes, aables, all in equal proportions. It alternates between beef, fish, or chi. Today, it’s beef. – Michael expined.

  – Let’s grab something to eat. – Alessandra suggested, taking the opportunity to step out.

  Meanwhile, Meche couldn’t help but admire Billy’s striking presence. His defined muscles, his calm fidence—he had a magic allure.

  – So… – Billy began, catg Meche’s attention.

  – I… – she blushed. – I’m a fan. I’ve got all your albums. –

  – That’s good. You’ve got great taste, geous. – Billy said, reing in his chair with an easy smile.

  – Would you sign my albums? –

  – Of course. –

  – And my body? –

  – Absolutely. –

  – And… would you make love to me? –

  The room stilled for a moment. The tattoo mae paused before resuming. Meche’s boldness left her stunned by Billy’s response.

  – Wait… are you serious? – she asked, disbelief c her voice.

  – Look at me. I won’t be able to move much for the five days. I’m sure you’ll think of something. – Billy replied fidently. His pierg gaze uled and thrilled her in equal measure, an irresistible predator teasing its prey.

  Paul, unfazed, tinued his work. The outline was finally plete, and he began shading with reds, es, yellows, and bcks.

  – We’re doh the first session. Don’t lie on your back. Let me you up, and we’ll discuss the steps. – Paul said.

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