𝟎𝟖. 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
As Suki made her way back to her seat during the ad break, the excitement still pulsing through her veins, she spotted Madelyn beckoning her over to the OBX table where the rest of the cast and Gracie were gathered. 
She couldn't hide the tremor of exhilaration that coursed through her, and the way her heart raced was unmistakable.
"Hey, superstar!" Madelyn exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with pride. "I am so fucking proud of you. I am so fucking inspired by you." She leaned in, whispering aggressively into Suki's ear, and the warmth of Madelyn's breath sent a thrill down Suki's spine.
Before Suki could fully respond, she was swarmed by the chaos of congratulations. Voices blended into a joyous cacophony as people rushed over to celebrate her performance, but it was Billie who captured her attention next.
"Hey," Billie said, wrapping her arms around Suki in a friendly hug that felt electric, "that was hot as fuck. I'm Billie, by the way." The way she said it—casual, yet laced with undeniable flirtation—sent a rush of heat to Suki's cheeks.
"Thank you, Billie," Suki replied, trying to maintain her composure as her heart did somersaults.
"Are you coming to my afterparty?" Billie leaned closer, a smirk playing on her lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
 She raised an eyebrow and bit her lip, a move so effortlessly seductive that Suki could hardly breathe. "Wear the skirt."
Suki felt her pulse quicken as she took Billie in, from the confident tilt of her head to the way her smile seemed to promise something tantalising. 
"Only if you wear the tie," she replied, her voice a sultry whisper. Leaning in, she added, "I meant what I said 'bout the leash." The words slipped from her lips like honey, sweet yet loaded with implication.
Just then, Madelyn pulled her away back toward their table, but Suki couldn't help glancing back. 
She caught Drew in the middle of an intense conversation with his co-stars, their voices low, but the energy between them was unmistakably charged. A part of her longed to slip into that space, to feel the heat of his presence drawing her in.
"Boys," Madelyn called over, snapping her fingers to get their attention. "Come meet Gracie."
"We met," Chase grinned, extending his hand to Gracie, as if they were old friends. "At Suki's party, remember?"
Mads shot them a look, eyebrows raised, and the boys shared a bashful glance, quickly realizing the demands of her watchful gaze.
Just then, the announcers gave their two-minute warning for the live cameras, and Suki's heart raced again with anticipation. 
This was her moment. 
With perfect timing, she strutted past the back of Drew's chair, flicking her cap off and hooking it atop his head. He turned sharply, a startled expression crossing his face.