#𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ;; eleanor woodhouse

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Elle was constantly finding quite possibly the worst people for her image to get mixed up with but she couldn't help herself. Her family was constantly in the headlines and her father's empire was the only thing that mattered...was it so surprising she acted out the way she did? Her brow rose at his words, curious as to where this was all coming from. Had someone said something to him? Reaching out, the blonde gripped his chin, forcing him to stay still and look at her. "Where is this coming from? We're having fun, aren't we? You can do whatever you want, I'm not going to stop you, but what the hell are you getting at?"

"whatever helps you sleep at night, princess." it didn't matter much to gus how overinflated her ego seemed to be, as he was very well aware of his own shortcomings. had accepted that he was more or less a hopeless piece of shit ages ago, so nothing she said could really hurt him. "listen, you can degrade me all you want, try and knock me down a peg, whatever gets you off. just don't fucking play with me, ok? either you want me the way i am, or you don't. i'm not your fuckin' puppet."

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Elle's brow furrowed at that, wanting nothing more than to be convinced there was no one else out there he was looking at - she was convinced she was more than enough for anyone - but that cocky smirk on his face made it particularly hard. "Please. You may not be sleeping with her but that doesn't mean there aren't high odds of it happening." Chocolate hues fell as he walked closer, slowly moving over his figure before a familiar pout sprouted on her pretty lips. "I don't know Elijah, I'm not sure I can forgive you for this." The blonde almost whined, playing it up for him to make her feel better.

"i'm glad we are in agreement," elijah remarked, the smirk on his face practically painted on his lips at this point. it was very much elijah's signature look. cockiness practically radiated off of him at all hours. "well, she did look a bit fit. am i not allowed to compliment another woman? it doesn't mean i'm sleeping with her." the man playfully rolled his eyes as he took a daring step toward her. "what do you want me to say, elle?"

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This was not the news Elle wanted to hear. In her world, no matter what was going on, the second she needed something, it would be there. Whether that was dick, drugs or diamonds. Usually the former was easier to get - both of them, actually. But right now, it was proving harder than usual and she did not love that. Huffing, the blonde pouted a little bit, finishing off her drink with a sense of a tantrum coming on. No, no, she could manage....couldn't she? At the mere sliver of hope he offered in the form of a text, her spirits immediately raised. If she could get her hands on just a bit of her favorite powder, she'd be a dream to be around. "Really? Tell them it's a real emergency, babes, it is. I swear to you, this is an emergency situation and I will pay more, give you whatever you want."

❝ best customer or not, i can't make illegal substances materialize outta thin air...❞ he almost scoffed, stretching his neck a bit as he kept the cool glass pressed against his blooming bruise. matt practically laughed at her words; she really was too pretty to know about what went on in order to get the very pills in her hands. leaning down a bit, he lowered his voice; ❝ oh i got an emergency stash, alright, but it ain't the shit you come to me for....❞ bricks of heroin and other appearance riddling shit were stacked in the vents of his apartment, but pretty girls like elle aren't looking for things like that. powdered snow and prescriptions were their vice. ❝ if i had it, you'd know, babygirl. gotta wait like everyone else... but just for you, i'll shoot some of my buddies a text, see if any of 'em have extra. ❞

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"Of course, why am I not surprised?" Elle asked dramatically, her whole thing was being over-the-top and this was no different even if his suggestion was exactly what she would have done anyway. That was one of the beautiful things about her and Francis when it came to this, they were oftentimes on the same page and neither one of them had to deny it. What more could you want? Stepping in closer, Elle tilted her head back as she rest a hand on his chest. "You know I can't stand tedium, babes. And because I'm such a giving person, maybe I'll be able to save you from it." Her words were hardly more than a whispered purr, a devilish smirk on her lips. Leaning in slowly, the blonde pressed soft lips against his jaw, hands falling to the waistband of his pants to tuck the tips of her fingers underneath it. "Try not to rip this dress, Wymack, it's considerably more expensive than the last one."

"    i've got a few i can think of . . . " he cocked to the side, amused expression painted across his features. it was easy to fall into this habit with elle, plethora of distractions offered by the heiress that eased his mind whenever they were together. "    but the things you do when you're on your knees . . . your lips on me . . . i think that's what will break me out of this tedium, elle. think you can save me ? " he feigned a frown, underscored his gloom even more just to get his dick wet.

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Elle simply had to agree that she was the best thing that ever happened in his life, to her there was no other option - she was Eleanor Woodhouse after all, but she had to also acknowledge that she felt similarly. Not that she was going to be all gushy about it or stop teasing him whenever she got the chance. It was fun to see him get a little jealous every now and then, pushing his buttons ( even if they both knew there was nothing to worry about ). She smiled softly as his lips pressed against her temple, his answer was exactly what she'd expected him to say but that didn't make it any less nice to hear. "Oh? So the extras are the ones to worry about. I never trusted them." Dark eyes watched him move to make his tea, leaning back against the countertop in her penthouse flat. Was it hers or theirs? Sometimes it was hard to tell considering how much time they both spent there. "I don't know...there were some properly fit ones at the studio yesterday. A few were hanging around today as well, do you think they fancy me? Maybe I should have a little fun."

As a rising star in the industry Damon was grateful to have found Elle long before he could become consumed with the negative side of things. Together they have risen to a level of fame that could make some people greedy or power hungry. Rather for Damon he enjoyed sharing the experience with someone who understood what he was going through while on their own journey. "Should you be worried," he teased back unable to remember the interview itself. "And risk losing the best thing that has ever happened in my life?" He paused for a beat allowing the question to hang in the air for a moment. "Absolutely not. I don't even recall her name let along anything I said. If you keep watching I bring you up straightaway when she asks me about my fashion. As usual I give all the credit to you love," he smiled moving closer to kiss her temple. "If you want to be worried you should see some of these desperate extras hanging around set. They all think that I have the ability to get them a role in some new streaming gig or whatever. Which maybe I could but I'm not interested in any of that." He shrugged fixing himself a cup of tea before turning to face her again. "You though and all those male models. Should I be worried?"

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"Spoiled princess?" Elle repeated, giving him a pointed look. "That's heiress, to you. And, yes, I do. If the pictures disappear, it's as though they never existed in the first place." Sometimes Elle made sure she was the one who got her hands on the surveillance videos or whatever videos that surfaced so she could be the one watching her own little sexscapades. In her mind, if the security guards were smart enough to keep it to themselves, they deserved to keep it. But he did have a point. The Woodhouse fashion line was a prolific one and she had to keep herself in check at least for the next few days to not distract from the launch. Even she could understand that. So, if that meant being holed up in a room with a hot bodyguard who, apparently, wasn't against champagne and massages, Eleanor could make that work.

Watching him with eager eyes, she grinned as he placed an order for a bottle of champagne before immediately shedding his blazer the moment the phone was back on the hook. "Calm down? Like a massage isn't something to be excited about?" As far as she was concerned, massages were some of the best things in the world and if she could pay to have one for five hours, she absolutely would. Eyes roamed over his figure as more articles of clothing disappeared, enjoying the view as a heat rushed through her body. Sure, he was saying no funny business now, but Elle had a feeling that would only last for so long. Lifting two fingers to her head, she gave him a salute at the order to wait for the champagne, smirking indecently as he moved into the in-suite sauna. "Yes, sir." She teased, waiting only a few more minutes before there was a knock and she retrieved the bottle, popping it quickly and taking a swig directly from it before heading towards the sauna and stripping her dress off as she went. "Where do you want me?" Elle asked, pausing fully in the nude as she held the bottle of champagne out for him. The question was innocent enough, eyes roaming until she saw the towel laid out and made a direct line for it, laying on her stomach.

rolling his eyes when she corrected him by stating that all of those explicit photos had been managed to be acquired by her team there to keep her reputation clean. he shook his head not understanding the world of fame yet he assumed that her team had managed to get them by paying off the press and buying the pictures back as noah was not sure how the process worked. " so because all of that is erased from existence you believe that gives you the right to continue on by getting yourself into trouble again. " making a bold accusation as he didn't trust to keep her nose clean and be well behaved. noah didn't want to argue or face losing his job by placing his complete trust in her to act in good faith. he would then remind her and mention a point of importance. " your father has an important event coming up so it's my responsibility to keep you out of causing trouble because i could lose my job if i fail my appointed task of keeping watch over a spoiled princess like yourself. " taking his job rather seriously but having remembered the serious talk he received sternly from her strict father before being hired which noah could understand as to why her father was paranoid as he didn't want their name to be tarnished and be associated with tabloid scandals taking away attention from the show her father had been working on. an apprehensive expression of uncertainty formed on his features instantly regretting his suggestion when noticing the devious smirk on her lips however he wouldn't act unprofessional but rather remain to keep her preoccupied. when she agreed to both.

noah would adhere to her request and he would then make his way towards the phone on the desk. picking it up and dialling room service to have champagne ordered. setting the phone down he then began to remove his dark blue blazer. " calm down it's just a massage nothing more. just no funny business, okay? " aware he could lose his job if he were to be intimate with the actress as he didn't want to be associated with tabloid headlines or a scandal since he was a divorced father. he then removed his shirt and switched his attention to his trousers he began to slip down. his muscles involuntarily grew tense and stiff. eyes avoided her when he walked past heading towards the sauna room. " please don't make me regret this. " he muttered to himself only to then stop at the cupboard he opened grabbing towels and a small basket of aromatic lubricated oils in small bottles. noah was in his briefs which had a front pocket. " you don't mind answering the door since i can't be seen like this and i'd appreciate it if you didn't take pictures. " he stated sounding disgruntled due to feeling slight internal shyness and embarrassment.

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"Sure...but I'm turning over a new leaf. I'm changing." Was she? Maybe in her mind but if you were to ask most people around her, Elle was still just as selfish as she ever was. "I'm sorry, do you make a habit of going around fucking people that aren't your type?" It wasn't that his words hurt her feelings, she simply didn't accept that they were true. It was how she continued to live in her bubble, her reality where everyone was obsessed with her or they were irrelevant. She watched him from her peripheral as she slowly slid on the coat, belting it around her naked waist. For all intents and purposes, she was dressed now, though she had nothing on underneath but no one else had to know that. Actually, it looked quite chic. "Interesting word choice, babes. From what I remember you were the one doing the fucking and doing a great job of it I might add." The compliment came easily as she flipped her hair back, giving it more volume, before she crossed back over to him, stepping close as she brushed some of his hair back into place. "Let me make sure I have this straight - I'm not your type, I only hang around narcissistic assholes and I have the sweetest cunt you've ever tasted. Is that right?"

"something tells me you've stolen the attention before, elle. shouldn't he be used to it by now?" ethan should've known that the getting along stage wouldn't last long, especially when she was able to fully talk again. the man rolled his eyes as she talked, his arms coming across his chest, almost as if he was pouting. "people say a lot of stupid shit in the heat of the moment. that doesn't mean i'm going to go bragging about fucking you. you're gorgeous, sure, but eleanor - you aren't exactly my type." he intended his words to sting because after all, eleanor was every guy's type, right? still, he doubted it would hurt her ego too bad anyway, as she was always seeming to be on a roll of knowing she was the 'it' girl and nobody could take that away from her. ethan dared to step closer to her, her words making him scoff before shaking his head. "i have plenty of self-esteem, babe. i'm just not a narcissistic asshole like you're used to having around you. don't assume you know shit about me after fucking me twice in this back room." he practically growled out in annoyance.

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"You think..." Elle mumbled the moment she came up for air, one hand moving from where it danced along the waistband of his pants to brush fingertips over the back of his neck, "...or you will?" They both knew the answer to that. Unfortunately, they wouldn't have that much time considering this was her event and Elle needed to make sure things were running smoothly otherwise her father would never let her hear the end of it. But this was Elle. As much as she took the Woodhouse name seriously, she took getting fucked senseless way more seriously. There was never an opportunity that she ignored when it came up...even if she was the architect of said opportunity. Some might call her manipulative for that, and they'd be right. But she could hardly bring herself to care as she kissed him again, leg lifting to wrap loosely around his waist, arms both now encircling his neck to pull him closer, back pressed against the wall behind her.

ethan wasn't even aware he had this feral side of him until he met elle. it wasn't that he was always vanilla, but he didn't explore quite the same with any of the women before her. there was something about her that simply lit him on fire and consumed him whole - even if she drove him absolutely insane. surely, she could feel his cock throbbing against her as he met her gaze with a devious smile. as she pressed her hips into his, he let out a low growl of approval. "you know what i'm going to do about it, woodhouse. i think i should fuck you senseless for teasing me like that." her hands moving lower and lower could make him crumble right there, but he didn't want to let her win. with desperate hunger, ethan leaned in and captured her lips in a heated embrace. all the while, his large hand cupped the curve of her neck to further deepen the already intense kiss.

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It took hardly any time at all before the door was closing behind them, Elle only having a second or two to take in the surrounding dressing room. Classy. Not that it mattered to the blonde, absolutely not, especially when he locked the door before pushing her back against the wall and making it very clear exactly what she did to him. A familiar smirk curled across her lips as she tilted her head back to meet his gaze, hips pressing forward against his. "I think I have some idea." Elle teased, teeth grazing over her bottom lip as she ran her hand over his chest, letting it fall lower and lower. "What are you going to do about it, Finnegan?"

"elle," he repeated, his jaw clenching when he realized just how submissive he was being. elle knew exactly how to get her way with him, and he was much too drawn to her to ever truly fight it. his grip on her wrist tightened just a little as his eyes met hers with primal desire. the stirring in his jeans didn't do much to help his case either, but hopefully only elle truly noticed. "yes. it's something only you can help with," he gruffly spoke before immediately tugging her towards the vacant dressing room. once inside, the man locked the door behind them. "you know what you're doing to me, don't you?" he spoke, not giving her much time to respond before he let go of her wrist, only to push her against the wall, his body pressed against her and leaving no room to imagine how hard she had made him with her teasing.

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It took no time at all for him to spring into action, just like Elle knew he would, and she had to try and quell the smug smirk on her lips as she turned back towards him, but she failed...perhaps on purpose. They both knew he was playing right into her hands, but she wasn't going to complain about it. "Elle." She amended, lifting a brow as she stepped in close. "Only the privileged get to call me Ellie." Her eyes searched his and got lost in the fog of lust, knowing that whatever he had to show her was something that had absolutely nothing to do with this event. Added to how his grip was firm around her wrist, almost possessive in his touch, Elle knew there was now world in which she left this building without being bent over some surface and properly railed by him. "Is that so, Mr. Finnegan? Well, you better lead the way."

ethan couldn't help but feel his lips curve at the edges. he wouldn't admit it freely, but her bold personality was his favorite thing about her. sure she was gorgeous. but her personality intrigued her even more than her perfect body and stunning features. "i suppose it doesn't matter," he started, and then she moved closer. his breath hitched in his throat as he gazed down into those big, dark eyes of hers. if he wasn't already close to folding, her warm breath against his ear and her words would surely do him in. ethan shivered softly, his eyes darkening lustfully. ellie managed to bring out a more dominant, feral side, and she did it so easily. before he could respond, ellie turned to walk away, and something unshakeable immediately came over him. "wait -" he called out. he moved quickly, reaching out to grab her arm with a gentle but firm grip, and pulled her closer. there were people nearby, and as much as he wanted to just take her right then and there, he had to play it off a little. "ellie, i mean - ... ms. woodhouse, i need your help with something. can you come look at something with me?" he gruffly spoke, his firm grip possessive and his eyes dark with lust - something he knew she would be able to read right away.

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"Normally, someone's dick has to be in me to lose their train of thought like that but I guess the memory is good enough for you, isn't it?" Elle teased. Every stumble over words was enough to set her ego inflating. Her eyes narrowed slightly at his words, not quite understanding the idea of needing a reason. Most of her decision were made with nary a reason in sight. "Does it matter?" To her, maybe the immediate interest in him had been the fact that he hated her so much, she always loved that. She loved when people hated her but would never say no to her. It made her feel even more powerful than she already was. Stepping closer, the blonde tilted her head back to look up at him, wondering why it was so hard for some people to just accept her attention when she gave it to them without questioning it. Or maybe he was putting up such a fight so she wouldn't notice how he kept fidgeting, kept rearranging his jeans as though something were stirring beneath them. Smirking, she leaned in closer, her lips ghosting the shell of his ear as she lowered her voice. "I think we both know what I like about you right now, Ethan, and if it makes you feel any better...I'm wet just thinking about it." With a soft yet pleased sound, Elle pulled away, not giving him much time to think before she was walking away, trying to make it look like she'd come here for something other than to torment Ethan.

"probably not the second time either. not intended as an insult either.. you're good at it. i mean, the sex. i - yeah, i don't know what i'm saying." ethan let out a laugh as he ran his hand through his messy, dark hair. at her next comment, he softly rolled his eyes and offered an amused grin. "you know what i mean, elle. something about me makes you want me around, and i still have no idea what the fuck that is. girls like you don't typically take any interest in me." ethan's ex girlfriends were a different type of beautiful - the nerdy 'velma' types. it was beyond shocking that a rich, 'mean' girl would want anything to do with him. "no, no. that's all I have to say."

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"That isn't the first time I've heard that." And she highly doubted it would be the last. But could you really blame her? It was hard to be mean when you were experiencing such pleasure and, on the offhand chance she wasn't, she'd make sure they knew how disappointed she was. "Different world? We're both here, aren't we?" All because of her own ministrations but Elle didn't need to bring that up now, he already knew. It was her time to shrug now, mirroring his movement at the undertone that held an accusation she was still debating arguing with. So, what if she went out of her way to somehow cross paths with him, it was hardly a crime. "But if that's one reason, I'd love to hear what the others are."

ethan couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at her reaction to his words, as if he were speaking a whole different language. if there was one thing about elle, she always managed to surprise him with the words that left her mouth. well that, and the fact that he had never seen a sexier human in his life. "i mean, maybe that's a bit true. you are a lot nicer when you're getting fucked," he admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. the man bit down on his bottom lip as the memories flooded back to him, remembering how incredible it felt to touch her, to be buried deep inside of her. there was no way he could fight the temptation for long. even if he wouldn't admit it, ethan was putty in her hands. "you know that i'm from a different world than you, elle. which is another reason i am always surprised you keep coming around me."

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"Get over myself?" Elle repeated as though the words, and the idea was a foreign concept. She had never gotten over herself because clearly, she was the greatest thing in any room at any time. "Please, why would I do that. We both know the best course of action isn't to get over me, it's to get under me." Truly, it was so easy and every time he said anything at all, it felt like he was asking for some kind of sexual innuendo...or perhaps, Elle was simply hoping he was. Even if he wouldn't admit it, she'd definitely been thinking about their last run-in, the way he felt, the way she had unraveled, it was hard not to think about it. "You must not have met a lot of people then if I'm the most arrogant. There are plenty of arrogant people out there."

there was a ping of guilt in his chest at her words about her family, to which he put his hands up in defeat. "okay, you're right, i'm sorry." of course, the moment of surrender never lasted long when he was with elle. ethan had a hard time admitting his soft spot, as a part of him was a bit obsessed with the idea of their arguments turning into much more. the man pushed his lustful thoughts aside, even if they were having some sort of physical effect on him that he hoped she wouldn't notice. "my god, elle. get over yourself. i assure you that i don't think about you whenever i'm not around you," he lied with an exasperated sigh. "you have to be the most arrogant human being i've ever met."

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"An act? Please we both know I am superior regardless of what comes out of my mouth. Both can be true, babes. But why are you even bringing it up? I thought you liked it when I was mean, something about putting me in my place..."

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"you can act superior all you want, but that's all it is— an act. 'cause we both know that's not what you said last time i had my head between your legs."

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Elle could only give him a look at that. They both knew what the other was thinking about and she didn't think there was anything wrong with it. When people worked with her, they knew what they signed up for and it wasn't like she had gotten Ethan the job for his personality or because she cared about his well being. "And is that my fault? I can't help that I was born into this family. It's rude of you to be putting some kind of blame onto me." Her eyes dipped to his lips, smirking as he got so easily flustered over some words...and the image they conjured. A dark room, silk fabric over pale skin - fuck, it was so much fun to think about. "Please Ethan, don't make me laugh, it might have been a lot of things but a mistake? Mistakes are things you don't dream about doing again and I have a feeling you've had more than a few since that night."

"hey, even flowers and gifts would be unprofessional, yeah? bold of you to think i was thinking about anything sexual." it was a hard lie, pun intended. he couldn't help but move to adjust himself, though subtly, and he was silently cursing himself for wearing tight jeans anywhere that elle could be. it probably wasn't the smartest move. "you know, you sound very privileged when you say shit like that. most people have to work to get their way." ethan scoffed, and avoided her gaze as much as he could, his eyes awkwardly darting through the room. he couldn't avoid it forever, as she moved closer to him and his gaze instinctively moved to hers. "god, shut up, elle. now's not the time or the place. i'm just going to pretend i have no idea what you're talking about," he breathed out, nervously shuffling a bit. "i'd rather not remember my mistakes."

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"Unprofessional? I was going to say flowers and gifts, what were you thinking?" Elle retorted, easily spinning this back on him as though she hadn't been thinking the exact same thing. God, she could feel herself getting hot at the thought. "You're the one being unprofessional here but it's good to know what you're thinking about." The blonde continued, smirking before shrugging at the very apt read. "Why would I like hearing no? And why would anyone waste their time saying it when we both know that eventually I'm going to get my way." Her eyes roamed over him, her smirk growing a bit more indecent of the memory of him falling at her feet, onto his knees more specifically. Stepping closer, Elle lowered her voice, words only meant for him to hear. "Stop pretending you didn't love being on your knees for me, I remember...I'm sure you do."

ethan scoffed at her words, though there was a definite stirring in his jeans that he did his best to ignore. after all, elle was still a tempting presence in his life, even if she drove him nuts. "i'd ask you what those few things are, but i have a pretty good idea. you know it's unprofessional to say things like that in a work setting, right?" he replied with a smirk before shaking his head, finding it nearly impossible to not think about how they had crossed that line a couple of times. "a girl like you doesn't like to hear that word. you just bat your eyelashes and everyone falls at your feet, don't they?"