Hotter Than Sun (eBook)

When love burns too strong

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2025 | 1. Auflage
426 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-097259-0 (ISBN)

Infos

Dive into the story of a young influencer, engaged and rising in social status, whose encounter with a mysterious man turns everything upside down.

This is not just a simple romance-it's a world of raw passion, sultry luxury, and unquenchable power. Explicit scenes and consuming desires drive this uninhibited tale. If you love love stories that embrace sensuality to the point of incandescence, prepare for an experience as intense as it is irresistibly captivating.

Beware, the experience is scorching! Sensitive souls, take note.

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1

Fuego

It was a summer evening, soft and intoxicating. The calm sea reflected the golden lights of the bridge, stretching their reflections like a moving painting. The atmosphere on the yacht was almost magical, as if time had stopped in this bubble of luxury floating on the water. I was there, beside Elouar, my fiancé, the man with whom I had built this dream life. The party was in full swing, laughter echoed through the salty air, and champagne flowed as freely as the worldly conversations. Everything was impeccably orchestrated in this world of bourgeois perfection—a frozen tableau of success, stability, and elegance.

At 21, I had reached a pinnacle I had barely dared to dream of. Starting with simple vlogs filmed in my teenage bedroom, I had risen to mingle with the elite, where fame was no longer a distant concept but an almost familiar presence. My ascent had been subtle, one step at a time, one subscriber after another. Through videos, shared confidences, glimpses of my life and travels, I had built a digital empire founded on authenticity and perseverance. This yacht, lit up and buzzing with the conversations of influencers and celebrities, symbolized the culmination of all those years of dedication. Here, in the middle of the shimmering sea, the line between my virtual life and this golden reality was finally blurred.

Elouar and I had met in high school, simply. He had that timeless quality—innate charm, humor, and a delicate attentiveness, the kind of care born of being an only child destined for a bright future, surrounded by the values of his father, an industrial magnate. With him, everything seemed laid out, like a logical sequence of events leading to happiness. We had just moved in together into a sumptuous Haussmannian apartment, perched on the top floor with a panoramic view of Paris—a city that seemed at our feet, like a kingdom we had just conquered. The walls displayed carefully chosen contemporary artworks, the furniture reflected our refined taste, and every detail seemed to tell our story of success and passion.

Sometimes, as I wandered through our apartment, I would pause, gazing out over the city below. I would pinch myself to ensure it was all real—that I was no longer the young girl dreaming of elsewhere but a woman living her dream fully, grounded in a reality as tangible as it was dazzling.

That evening, as I watched Elouar chatting with mutual friends, I felt fulfilled. And yet, in this setting of almost unbearable perfection, I couldn’t help but question myself. The life I showcased in my vlogs—this existence where everything seemed radiant and perfectly controlled—hid moments of doubt and difficult choices my followers never saw. Sometimes, I wondered if this fairy tale was nothing more than an imagined illusion, a predictable universe where every surprise was erased to make way for an apparent perfection.

And that’s when I saw him. Aiden.

The new influencer everyone was talking about—a rising star shaking the very algorithms of social media. At 26, he seemed to have it all: a talented athlete, a respected artist, and a successful entrepreneur. He had quickly amassed millions of followers, devoted fans ready to support his every endeavor. A man who captivated not just with his looks but with a magnetic aura. Beside him stood his partner, a woman of rare elegance. Together, they formed a couple whose perfection didn’t merely dazzle—it almost crushed the ordinary onlookers beneath its weight.

Our eyes met, and in that infinite gaze, I felt a spark. Not the kind of spark one feels in the presence of a charismatic stranger, but something deeper, as if, despite the worlds separating us, a connection had been silently forged. That moment, fleeting as it was, awakened something within me I had thought dormant. A tension stirred—a contrast between the dream I was living and a reality I hadn’t yet dared to explore.

After that, every glance exchanged with Aiden became more than a simple visual encounter. It was a silent conversation, a delicate dance of desire and mutual understanding, as if our souls recognized each other beyond words. In that room full of people, there was only him and me, the universe shrinking around our gaze. His predatory eyes seemed to probe far beyond what I let the world see, uncovering secrets I hadn’t even acknowledged myself. Each visual exchange triggered an uncontrollable rhythm in my heart, and in the silence of our stares, I sensed the same intensity in him. An irrepressible, magnetic force bound us together, defying logic and chance. It wasn’t mere attraction; it was a tacit pact, a silent promise to explore an uncharted territory where words were unnecessary.

Around us, the atmosphere shifted. Everyone noticed. Friends, even strangers, could sense the inexplicable chemistry. Every fleeting smile, every seemingly accidental touch, resonated with a significance only we could understand. The attraction between us was so glaring, so powerful, it couldn’t escape anyone’s attention.

The conversations around us carried on, laughter and voices filling the air, but a palpable, almost electric tension had settled. Glances exchanged in passing, heavy silences laden with unspoken meanings—everything hinted that something extraordinary was unfolding before their eyes. We were at the center of an emotional cyclone, and everyone else could only watch, powerless against the invisible force that united us.

Then came the moment. Leaning against the bar beside one another while our partners conversed elsewhere, our arms brushed, and that simple touch sent a wave of heat surging through me. A mere graze that felt like an explosion. Our eyes locked again, intense and charged with everything we couldn’t put into words. And that’s when he spoke to me for the first time.

Aiden looked at me, an amused smile playing on his lips. “You seem elsewhere… lost in thought. What do you think of this evening?”

That simple question, mundane to anyone else, carried layers of meaning for me. As if, beyond the words, he understood what I couldn’t admit: it wasn’t the evening occupying my thoughts—it was him.

I returned his smile, playful. “It’s a perfect evening, surrounded by fascinating people. And you?”

He leaned in slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “What I found fascinating was how many times our eyes met.”

I laughed softly, countering him with a spirited tone. “There must be something about your eyes that draws attention.”

His smile widened, now more enigmatic. “And your eyes… they seem to hide a world of secrets. That’s intriguing.”

I teased him with a sly look. “You flatter me. But some secrets are meant to stay hidden.”

“Or perhaps they’re just waiting for the right moment to be revealed,” he murmured softly.

I laughed under my breath. “Maybe so.”

We continued getting to know each other lightly. He asked for my name, and I pretended not to know his. Every word between us felt as natural as it was powerful. With others, I made an effort to be polite and attentive, carefully weighing every word, every gesture, as if orchestrating a performance. But with Aiden, it was different. Every word was instinctive, charged with raw energy beyond control. I barely registered the world around us when we spoke—only the vibrant emotion accompanying each exchange. There was always that uncontrollable smile tugging at my lips, an unprovoked laugh, and an irresistible urge to prolong those moments of intensity.

My friends, whether fortunately or not, were there to create distractions, imposing a necessary distance. Yet even then, I found myself straining to catch snippets of his conversations, eager to know more about him, as if I were trying to understand why this connection pulled me in so forcefully.

The evening progressed, and the inevitable moment arrived: the dance. Elouar, ever tender, invited me to the floor, while Aiden did the same with his partner. We were there, in the arms of our respective partners, but our eyes sought each other across the crowd. The music echoed around us, but all I could feel was his presence—that burning, inescapable gaze that seemed to pierce through my soul.

Every turn on the dance floor increased the physical distance between us, yet it only seemed to strengthen the bond. Something tangible hung in the air, an invisible tension so powerful it filled the space between us. The spectators of this silent dance, including our own partners, seemed caught in the whirlwind of contradictory emotions. It was a collective, unspoken betrayal that, though no one voiced it, everyone could feel.

At one point, the emotion became too overwhelming, and I left the floor to take a moment, a reprieve from the chaos within. I wandered to a quiet corner, trying to collect myself. And then, as if fate were playing its hand, there he was. Aiden.

Leaning casually against the wall, his arm raised to rest on it, he blocked my path.

It was an innocuous gesture, perhaps even unintentional, but to me, it carried an entirely different...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 21.3.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 0-00-097259-2 / 0000972592
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-097259-0 / 9780000972590