[Bianca]
"Stupid fucks. I'm the best thing that ever happened to you," I cried out as I sat behind the wheel of my car, racing to get to the airport.
And they were the worst things that ever happened to me, a little voice in the back of my head taunted me.
Brianna was so busy using Jason's dick she almost missed her plane. This exclusive vacation cost her everything she had, everything I earned for her, but she swore up and down it would be worth it.
That she had a plan. It was a red flag. Brianna's plans never ended well, but fuck it. I wasn't about to let a luxury vacation on a billionaire's private island go to waste.
"Just like another modeling gig, only longer," I told myself with a gulp, as I rushed to make it to the gate of my flight.
Priority boarding was what ended up saving me. I boarded the plane just in the nick of time. Only once I was surrounded by the comforts of first class did I finally check my phone. Choosing to avoid my socials for the present, I typed Brianna Chase into a search engine. Headlines jumped out at me.
Brianna Chase Scandal: 'Fake' Nudes Leave Fans Stunned!
Will The Real Brianna Chase Please Stand Up?
Brianna Chase Lookalike Exposed! Chaos Erupts Online!
Nation in Shock: Brianna Chase Nudes An AI Hoax?
Brianna Chase Lookalike Nudes Break the Internet
From Shock to Confusion: Brianna Chase's 'Nude Leak' Sparks International Frenzy!
It was a small miracle that I made it onto the plane without being mistaken for my sister. I couldn't escape the attention in first class though. The whispers were starting.
"Just fucking great. Well you're famous now, aren't you, Brat?" I said with a sigh.
I poured through an article to get the details. I thought nothing could shock me at this point, but my blood ran cold as my name appeared in the articles. They knew my legal name.
I changed to put some distance between myself and Brianna's fame. So how the hell was I still making a splash in the tabloids?
A statement by an anonymous source claimed that the nudes were mine, a "Brianna look alike." Not her twin, but a lookalike. How long before they put the pieces together and found out who I was?
Unlike what I half expected, Jason was not in the photos. Macy must have been mistaken when she said he was involved.
I risked a glance at the eyes on me. Pity swam in the orbs of the celebs surrounding me. The stares and remarks of pity and shame had me squirming in my seat.
"This way, Miss Chase. You've been reassigned," said the flight attendant carefully, a smile frozen on her face.
"By who?" I spat out, clinging to my phone as I started scrolling again.
The comments and posts on my socials were brutal. The slut shaming was unending from esteemed peers and potential employers alike. I was ruined. Forget a top law firm. No one would employ me now.
"Compliments of Mr. Hunter. Please, this way," said a male voice behind her, dismissing the flight attendant and taking her place.
[Cole]
Upon returning to find me after getting Brianna settled, Harmon moped about us having to give up our cabin to help her save face.
"Why should we slum it with the riff raff because she got herself involved in an indecent exposure scandal?" my unusually snobbish Executive Assistant complained.
"You can say sex scandal, you know. Isn't the answer obvious? Because I want to get laid. It is as simple as that," I said coyly as we settled into our new seats alongside our guests.
"Does that mean you are reconsidering hiring the talentless young lady? Mr. Hunter, with all due respect, hiring her for the Hunter Airlines campaign is a PR disaster in the making," he assessed, ever the pragmatist.
"Did we make the offer to her agency?" I asked, unperturbed.
He should know by now I was all about playing in grey areas.
"Yes, moments before the scandal went viral unfortunately. Offers can be rescinded, Cole," Harmon said blankly. "You should have seen the look on her face when I took her to our cabin. For my money, there is no lookalike. This is a desperate attempt from Star Agency to save face."
"As long as the press says the nudes are not hers, as far as I am concerned, they are not. She is hot and willing to fuck anything that moves and I am on vacation. She's my kind of woman. We can not take back our offer now. What if she is a good fuck and I want another go at her after we head back to LA?" I jested, much to Harmon's annoyance.
"Unlikely, Mr. Hunter. She could be Aphrodite and you would still toss her aside after one fuck," Harmon said drily, but he let the matter die.
My reputation preceded me. I was that guy. One night stands were all I left in my wake. That and checks with many zeroes on them. Still, my obsession with this one night stand ran deep.
"I am not throwing in the towel until my dick has been inside her. Rescind the offer if she lets me fuck her on Cupid's Isle. Deal?" I said nonchalantly.
I was not really asking, but I did value my sanity. My best friend would not abate if he thought the company was headed for trouble.
"Certainly, Mr. Hunter," he said with a nod of satisfaction.
That was ten hours ago. We arrived and welcomed our guests without too much drama a mere hour ago. I was already seeking her out in the restaurant anyway. If Harmon weren't off running errands, he'd know the deal was off.
"And that's ten," I said, approaching the girl by the bar as she laid an empty shot glass down next to nine others, having charmed the bartender into allowing her to do this.
Girl was the wrong word for her, wasn't it?
"The drinks or the men?" she slurred with a cheeky smirk.
I returned the light, flirtatious smile with one of my own. She knew that I'd been watching her. Other women approached me all night long, but I couldn't stop fixating on her. So much for subtlety.
One look at Brianna Chase and I knew I would fuck her. When she landed on my list of potential guests this year, I took it as a sign. Her reputation claimed she was an easy lay. The way she shot men down left and right all night had me thinking I had been lied to.
"Do you like what you see?" she forged on, turning her body towards me.
I let my gaze take a long, slow look at everything that was presented to me. Her legs went on forever. She had an hourglass figure and a sea of red went down her back. Her iconic face was that of a goddess'. She dismissed nine men already tonight. Were they watching us like I watched them? Or had they found a way to drag their eyes away from her?
"I wouldn't have been watching all night if I didn't," I admitted, smoothly gliding into the stool beside her.
She bit the corner of her lip, little sparks of desire lighting up her grey eyes.
"Hey gorgeous," she said, clumsily motioning with her index finger for me to lean in.
Wondering how much of her confidence came from the tequila, I did as she wanted and let her draw me in. My gaze followed her finger as it landed on my lower lip. Her gaze lingered on mine, captivating me.
Manwhore that I was, she shouldn't have had my heartbeat picking up speed so easily and yet she did. The scent of her perfume. Her lowered inhibitions. My dick was done waiting. Lusting after her for months on end while we eye fucked each other across rooms, but just just missing meeting her every time. That shit was over. I wanted her then and there.