Billionaire's Bounty Cost Of Love And Revenge novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100

Asher’s POV

Marsha had a cheery smile on her face. “Alright, guys, this is huge! You two together, celebrating lvy’s birthday? It’s the kind of thing that will set the internet on fire, in a good way!”

Her voice was high–pitched, and there was no denying the excitement in her tone.

Miles nodded in agreement, flipping through his tablet. “A picture like this will totally dispel those rumors. You two, looking happy, gorgeous, and completely in sync? It’s everything your fans want. Trust me, this is good for the Ashy brand.”

Marsha’s face twisted in disgust. “Ashy brand?”

Miles turned to her. “It’s one of the names the fans have come up with, and it’s sticking…

“Eww,” Marsha drawled. “I hope it doesn’t. Personally, I prefer Vysher; it sounds exquisite.” She made a note on her tablet. “We are going to push this so that Vysher sticks over Ashy. What do you think, Ivy?”

Ivy shot her a look.

“Oh!” Her eyes widened in realization. “I’m sorry,” she mouthed.

I glanced at Ivy out of the corner of my eye, but she was all business, her face giving nothing away. She stood perfectly still, her sleek silver gown shimmering under the studio lights.

Her makeup was flawless, her hair styled into soft waves. Stunning, as always, but distant. She didn’t even meet my eye.

Marsha clapped her hands, drawing our attention back to her. “Now, remember, happy, smiling, in love. This is your moment, guys! Everyone is watching, so let’s give them something to talk about.”

I gave a stiff nod, the tension in my chest tightening. “Got it.”

“Fantastic!” she said, motioning for us to head into the studio. “Let’s go, people!”

Ivy walked ahead of me. My eyes followed her, the slight sway of her hips. I didn’t know if she realized what she was doing, but it was working on me. I was already aroused. I was still gawking at her like a lovesick puppy/when someone’s laid voice pulled me out of my musings.

“Ah, the golden couple! You both look incredible already. This is going to be a masterpiece!”

I turned around; it was the photographer, a wiry man with a mane of red curly hair and a flamboyant scarf, greeting us with open arms.

“Let’s hope so,” I muttered under my breath.

“Alright, let’s start simple,” he said, gesturing to the set. “Ivy, Asher, stand close, face each other. I want warmth, connection. You’re in love, remember?” he chuckled in amusement. “Seriously, how could you forget?”

I stepped toward Ivy, hesitating for just a moment. She didn’t look at me, her gaze fixed somewhere over my shoulder. I cleared my throat. “You ready?”

“Always,” she said flatly, stepping into position.

The first few clicks of the camera felt like an eternity. The photographer circled us, his voice guiding the scene.user, closer. Ivy, tilt your head just a bit -yes, perfect. Asher, your hand on her waist. Beautiful!”

I didn’t hesitate for a moment; I would lurch at any opportunity to be close to her. I placed my hand around her waist.

Ivy’s body was warm under my hand, but she was rigid, her back straight, her smile forced. I tried to catch her eyes, but she kept looking away, her beautiful blue eyes flitting to the lights, the backdrop, anywhere but me.

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Chapter 100

The photographer clapped his hands together. “Alright, let’s spice it up? Give me something more sensual, Ivy, lean into him, Asher, held her like you mean it!” He clicked a few pictures, grinning from ear to ear behind the camera. “Yes, yes, come on. Let me see it, the chemistry.

I shifted closer; her scent enveloped me. I wanted to bury my nose in the crook of her neck and inhale her scent. She leaned into me, her lace just inches from mine. I could feel her breath, warm against my cheek.

“You look amazing,” I murmured, barely audible over the clicking of the camera.

She didn’t respond; her lips still frozen in that practiced smile.

I tried again, my voice softer this time. “Flower…” My hands wandered down to her ass cheeks.

At that, her body stiffened ever so slightly.

I gritted my teeth; I hated how she reacted when I touched her. It made me sad, how repulsed she was by my touch.

“You’re stunning. I mean it,” I whispered, hoping she’d look at me, even just for a second. “And I…”

Her voice cut through mine, sharp and cold. “Do your job, Asher. That’s what I’m doing.”

The words stung, but I didn’t let it show. The photographer, oblivious to the tension between us, was practically bouncing on his toes. “Yes! That’s it! That intensity–it’s perfect. You’re nailing this!”

Marsha and Miles were standing just off to the side, grinning like proud parents. “Oh my god,” Marsha squealed. “They’re so cute together!”

“I know, right?” Miles added, nudging her. “This is gold. Absolute gold.”

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