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"Then what are you doing here with me?" I asked.

I stared at my phone like it had just grown wings. Octavia Red. The Octavia Red. NFBusty’s reigning queen of curves and chaos. And I was just Derek, the guy who photographed her once for a behind-the-scenes feature six months ago.

The countdown on TV began. Ten... nine...

"Happy new year, Derek."

When we pulled apart, sirens blared outside, and someone in the building set off a confetti cannon. Octavia grabbed my phone, snapped a blurry selfie of us—her laughing, me stunned—and typed a caption.

"Never," she said softly. "Always working. Always performing."

But it was New Year’s Eve. I was alone. My cat, Mochi, had already fallen asleep on my hoodie. NFBusty 24 12 31 Octavia Red New Years With My ...

"Cutting it close, photographer boy," she said, not unkindly.

"On my way." Twenty minutes later, I was in a penthouse suite overlooking the glittering city. Octavia stood by the window in a deep crimson robe, her signature red hair tumbling over one shoulder. The room smelled like champagne and vanilla.

She handed the phone back, winked, and raised her flask. "Then what are you doing here with me

She kissed me. Not for the camera. Not for the brand. Just because.

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