Forced to Marry a Gay Billionaire Boss

The sound of camera shots could be heard throughout the studio. Every flash of light illuminates her stunning face and body as she boldly and confidently strikes a sensual pose. Her fluid body language, as well as the perfect curves she portrays, make the mood of the shoot even hotter.  The lavish evening gown from a top brand, draped over her body so exquisitely, seemed to complement her stunning beauty. She is truly a model who is used to the spotlight, and she knows exactly how to carry every outfit she wears. She never fails to strike any pose, be it graceful or sensual. Her beautiful and alluring body makes the photographer's job easier. Her every move seems designed to make the camera fall in love with her. "Okay, that's a wrap!" the photographer's voice boomed at last, bringing an end to such a breathtaking session. Breathing a sigh of relief, she straightened her waist, which felt a little stiff after almost two hours of twisting and flexing her body to get the perfect pose. She flicked away a strand of hair that was stuck to her face, then smiled with content. The exhausting photo shoot was over. "Good job, Sierra. Your poses never fail me. You always nail the whole concept perfectly," complimented the photographer with an adoring smile. She walked over to Edgar, the photographer she had been working with for the past few years. Edgar was one of the best photographers, and their working relationship had always gone smoothly. She smiled back at him warmly. For Sierra, whenever she worked with Edgar, everything became easier because he knew exactly how to capture the best angles for her. "Wow, you're really good at this, Ed! That pose you took looks so damn hot and juicy!" She stared at the image on the camera with sparkling eyes and couldn't help but admire it. Edgar chuckled, seeing her enthusiastic expression. Even though he had already photographed many models, but he still could not deny her charm, which always managed to make every shoot feel wonderful. Moreover, it could be seen from the look on his face that he was not lying and that he was admiring her. "I should have told you that, Sierra. You are a master at bringing every pose to life with a natural, sensual touch. No wonder your portraits always turn out amazing," said Edgar, still with a smile plastered on his face. As their laughter broke out, the sound of their carefree voices echoed around the room, as if they did not care about the world outside. Alas, little did she know that there was someone who had been watching her interactions with Edgar. That figure was standing in the corner of the room, narrowing his eyes, staring resentfully. "That slut... not at home, not at work, she's still a slut," the person spat out mockingly, the hateful voice sounding like a whisper of venom. The person then stomped his feet again, leaving the two people engrossed in their own world. ***** "Sierra!" She was about to enter the elevator but quickly turned her head back. Her brows furrowed as she saw Rosalie running towards her, slightly out of breath. "Hi, Rose. What's up?" she asked the girl as she reached out her hand, hugging her best friend tightly. It had been a few days since they had seen each other due to their busy schedules. "Ugh, I'm not doing well, Sierra. You know, Mr. Valentino is such a jerk! He made me meet with an out-of-town client all by myself. That's usually the job of Lance, his favorite secretary. Geez, that quiet guy is just as annoying as Mr. Valentino. Just because he's close to the boss, he throws his work at me!" complained Rosalie in a loud voice, not paying any heed. Meanwhile, Sierra, who was used to her best friend's nagging, could only smile and massage her temples as she endured a headache. Gently, she patted Rosalie's back to calm her down. "It's okay, Rose. You can do this. I'm sure you're more than capable," she said soothingly. Rosalie nodded slightly, still looking upset but a bit calmer. Her exotic face and short shoulder-length hair moved in time with the breath she exhaled, then said confidently, "Okay, I'll have to do it this time, won't I!" Sierra also nodded her head vigorously as she pulled her arms away from Rosalie's body. The two women, who were only one year apart in age, then laughed, remembering their antics earlier. "Geez, it's like we're filming a drama!" Rosalie added with a chuckle. Sierra shook her head at her remark, then patted her shoulder repeatedly. "Well, then, I have to go back to my office. See you soon!" Waving goodbye, Rosalie walked away, leaving Sierra to let out a long sigh after her best friend was out of sight. She looked back at the elevator. Instead of the employee elevator, however, it was a private elevator that would take her straight to the top floor, to the modeling agency CEO's office... her so-called husband's office. Tightening the blazer draped over her shoulders, she stepped into the elevator that would take her to her husband's office. Once the elevator dinged, it signaled that she had arrived at her destination. Her long legs stepped out, stepping on the expensive marble floor that adorned the floor of her husband's company. Her green eyes narrowed and sharpened as she reached a room labeled CEO VALENTINO ENTERPRISE at the end of the hallway. She knocked repeatedly on the door of the room without hesitation. But there was no answer. Her brows furrowed when she saw that the secretary's desk was empty, as if there was no activity. In a swift motion, she pushed open the door and stepped into his office without waiting for permission. The first sight that greeted her made her blood boil. In front of her, she found her husband, Ace, and Lance in an intimate cuddle. They seemed so lost in their own intimate moment that they didn't even notice her presence. Both men had their eyes closed, lost in a fleeting moment that made her gut punch. With one forceful yank, Sierra grabbed Lance's coat and pulled him roughly to the floor. At the same time, Ace staggered, almost falling, because Lance was still holding onto his suit. As Sierra ripped her hand away from Lance's suit, Ace shouted, shaken by her forceful pull. "Sierra!" bellowed Ace in a booming tone, his expression utterly dumbfounded. She lifted a single eyebrow hearing her husband call out to her in such a tone, but rather than getting mad, she flashed him a sweet smile. Moving swiftly, Sierra leaned closer and planted a kiss on his tense jaw. Ace looked flustered, but he paid her no mind. His focus was back on Lance, who was trying to stand up. But before he could stand up, Sierra grabbed his collar again, gripping it tightly with great strength. "I had no idea that there were still man-whores in this world, and one of them is you, Lance," she said sneeringly, her eyes burning. "I told you, don't ever come near my husband before our agreement is over. Or do you want your family to know that their favorite son is gay? I wonder how your religious family will react?" Lance clenched his jaw, and his face paled, making it hard for him to even gulp down his saliva. This woman totally had him on edge right now. Sure, he didn't want his parents and sister to know that he was gay. If she revealed this to everyone, especially her family, everything would be ruined instantly. But he also couldn't stay away from Ace, for five years he had been with him through thick and thin. Even when Ace needed comfort because he felt betrayed by everyone, by his mother, who had cheated on his father and caused his father to die of a heart attack. He was even betrayed by his own fiancée, who was pregnant with his own business partner. So what was he to do now? He just didn't want Ace to be betrayed or hurt by a woman again. "You forgot our deal, Ace, you forgot that I have your trump card now, have you?" Sierra snorted. The flirtatious look she had been giving Ace turned into a glare as her green eyes briefly locked on Lance's. "Get out before I lose my temper and kick that useless dick of yours!" Lance reluctantly obeyed Sierra's orders, the woman was truly terrifying when she was angry. No wonder Ace always called her a wild cat. "I never told you to kick Lance out of here!" Ace's voice broke the ice, his rage clearly audible. Her piercing eyes that had been fixed on Lance now softened at the words that came out of his mouth. Showing a charming smile, Sierra moved her body closer to Ace and pulled him closer, much to his disdain. Especially now that she had taken off her blazer that partially covered her body and was now left with only a tight-fitting black tank top, wrapping around her alluring curves that made her breasts poke out. "Don't act like a slut, Sierra!" he said coldly. Hearing that, Sierra merely arched one eyebrow, not getting his point. "After you failed to seduce that photographer earlier, now you want to seduce me too, huh?" She smiled slyly. Purposely, she took his hand and placed it on her ample and perky breasts. "Are you feeling tempted, Ace? Or... were you jealous seeing me with Edgar earlier? So you saw us together back there-" Before she could complete her words, Ace swatted her hand away roughly, his face flushed with irritation. "I would never be tempted by you or jealous of that asshole photographer. I just don't want my company to be shamed by a cheap model like you!" "Oh, really?" Sierra smiled devilishly, tilting her head with a sly look. "Are you going to fire me if I lower my pride in front of my so-called husband?" She whispered as she caressed his chest with her naughty hands, making him feel worse and worse. Ace clenched his hands into fists, trying to hold himself back. "Holy shit!" He growled under his breath, while Sierra merely smirked cheekily.