David’s POV.
“I can’t believe Vera did that,” I whisper under my breath as I watch her Audi dive into the street, blending with other hordes of elegant cars. It’s still a shock to me that she chose to leave my cock for someone else.
Who was it that called her? Damn, I so want to know.
My heart jerks. And something similar to anger boils in my blood.
Was it a man that called her? Fuck!
A groan pulls from my lips as I shove my fingers through my hair in annoyance. God, I’m scared she might have met some other man in that damn modeling agency.
Fuck it, I’m going to find out who that asshole is and fucking deal with him.
Clenching my teeth together as my eyes trail along her car, I begin to back away from the balcony. I hightail it into the room, looking for my phone.
I don’t know where Andrei is but I fucking want him to tail my girl.
Spotting my phone on the cabinet of the ensuite bathroom, I grab it quickly and scale through, searching for Andrei’s number.
With three slides through my phone screen, I find his number and Andrei was also quick to respond.
“Yes, boss?” His baritone reaches me immediately and I puff a breath before ordering.
“I need you to tail Vera right this minute. I want to know where she is. How she is. And who she is with.” My face remains stoic after spilling the orders.
For some moments, Andrei didn’t speak. But when he did, he asked. “Is she in danger? Who could have taken her?”
“Fuck, Andrei. Fucking find her. Tell me everything she does. Even the air she breathes.”
“Yes, boss. ‘I’ll track her car.” He mentions and I hang up.
I installed a GPS tracker in Vera’s car to pinpoint where is she at any given time. It comes in handy now the mafias are out looking for her full-time now.
I spiral my way out of the room and head to the living room. Fetching myself a glass of wine, I take a slug and fall back on the couch.
I gather the remote control and put on the TV.
The movie showing now happens to be an erotic one, almost the same scene as Vera and mine while we were in the shower.
My blood starts rising as thoughts about what we were doing just a while ago flash through my mind.
Damn, she wanted creampie pussy licking and I delivered. But hell that’s just about the best thing I’ve never ever tasted in a woman.
Damn, Vera’s cum is amazing and I can’t wait for her to return so we can start again.
I want her back, so fucking much, my shaft is hard and it needs to be dipped into her pussy.
Hell.
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>>>Claire’s POV.
“Ain’t you done?” I snap at the makeup artist who has been delaying me from heading over to Day Dreams modeling agency for the welcome party of the famous French model Chris Bruce, one of the sponsors of the Big show about to be held in Day Dreams.
It wasn’t about three hours I received the call from Deen, the agency manager and I had no other option but to head over there.
“I’m in the finishing touches, ma’am.” He says, making me sigh at how slow he is.
Fortunately, he rounds up the whole makeup thing and I hurry over and fit into my dress.
In no time, I strut my way down stairs, my heels making noises as it meets with the floor.
“Three, four. Five…. yay!!” Isabel’s tiny voice rattles off the whole living room as I appear there.
My eyes clash with Constance’s who flashes a curt smile my way.
I manage to smile back and as Isabel wants to use that opportunity and rush over to my side, I scold her quickly and waddle outside, into the dark night.
I don’t want any disturbances from that unwanted child of mine.
Sighing, I take charge of the steering wheel and drive away from the mansion that is as big as a castle.
Shortly after, I arrive at the location Deen sent to me and I hurriedly park my car and hop outside.
“Claire!” Deen’s voice reaches my side and I twirl around to see him in an elegant suit making his way to me. “I never knew you could make it on short notice. I’m glad you did, actually.”
Rolling my eyes at him, I welcome his arms clasping me in a hug. “That was such a stress on my end. I just needed to show up cuz I needed to know how the show will go.”
“Oh, Claire, trust me, it’ll go just as planned. The other sponsors are turning up. C’mon, let’s
get inside. Bruce is waiting for us.”
As Deen led me inside, I felt eyes whipping passed us, rushing in a particular direction.
The hall is quite occupied
with models and guests.
“I actually thought this was going to be something concise?”
Deen nods at my words. “it is my plan. A concise welcome party. Then after the show, we’ll celebrate big time. But hey, people came rushing the instant they heard it was Chris Bruce. The top model in the world.”
A grin split my lips at Deen’s words. Well, I should have expected that. Bruce is a top personality in the field and other models would love to see him.
Especially knowing the fact he’s quite the looker.
As I whisper these inwardly while Deen guides me into the room, I realize people are still gazing at one particular place which makes me arch my brow.
“Is there something wrong? Why is everyone
looking at what I don’t know?”
Deen grinned. “Oh, it’s one of the newest models in the agency…”
“What is it about her…?” I ask quickly, interrupting him.
“Oh, Vera is one hell of a hot girl, pulling everyone’s attention. And tonight, people are marveling at how she quickly captured Bruce’s
attention. He’s been with her all the while…”
Deen’s words make me pause just as quickly as the gasp escaped me. “Did you just say…. Vera?”
At my words, the bitch’s head turns and her eyes clash with mine. She smirks dirtily at me.
My breath stalls instantly as I take in her effortless beauty.
Fuck, she’s not even on makeup but looks so damn hot and sexy. How did she manage to pull the shit up?
Still lost in thoughts, Deen tugs me forward to blend with Bruce and that small witch, Vera.
I can’t seem to get my eyes off her as all I feel is raw envy. I wasn’t as beautiful as she was when I was at her age.
“Mr. Bruce, meet Claire Oliver. One of the judges we have in Days Dream and also one of the organizers of the ‘Tell with your body show’….” Deen introduces us, holding my hand.”
“Oh wow. You’re Claire? I’ve heard some incredibly amazing things about your brand.” Bruce’s voice assails the air around us as he gazes at me and takes my hand for a brief hand-shake. “It’s rare for women to get these positions with just their knowledge and skills…”
Bruce’s comment makes me smile, watching Vera through the corner of my eyes.
“You can say that again,” I answered sarcastically, flipping my stray hair behind me. “I’m not like others who would sleep around just to get to the top.”
Vera snaps her gaze to me and scoffs. I made the comment to anger her but her reaction only shows contempt, not anger. I don’t like the fact that she’s in this agency with me. She might shatter my plans of winning David’s heart if she finds out I sleep around.
“You’re right, Claire. Most women do that…” Bruce gets interrupted by Deen suddenly.
“So, I see you’ve taken liken to Vera….”
“Yeah, I love her company and she keeps me busy with her chitchat….” Bruce shrugs, looking admiringly at Vera.
“Well, since that’s the case. She’ll be the lead model in the show….” Deen says and all blood drains from my face..
Why would he make her the lead model? Jeez! Is he also crushing her?
God, not the show. I can’t have her wear any of my dresses at all. And the show will be a big one with sponsors and audiences from across the country and Europe. I’m competing against
another brand’s dress in the show for the grand annual award as the best fashion
designer.
Knowing she hates me, she might decide to pick my competitors’ dress against mine during the show. I can’t allow that. If it happens, I’ll lose all the money I put into organizing the show.
I clear my throat suddenly, wanting to gain their attention. Cunningly, I say to Deen.
“Do you think that’s a wise idea? I mean, Vera literally doesn’t have the body to showcase the dresses. They are way bigger than her…”
“Of course, she does. I think she’ll fit perfectly in any of the dresses. At least I’ve seen one of them. So I’m sure it’ll go just fine, right Vera?” Bruce asks her.
Vera trade wicked glance with me before she nods.
“However, I think Rosaline’s designs will be best. Because the color of her dresses goes in line with my skin. As well as my body.” Vera says, riling me up.
Fuck. I can’t lose this money I’ve put in. Aside from being one of the judges here, my other aim is to promote my brand.
While they were talking, Rosaline, my rival in the fashion industry struts up to us, grinning.
I don’t understand what they’re saying because I’m so caught up, thinking of the best way to remove Vera and ensure the show goes well for my brand when I heard…
“It’s left for Vera to make the choice, anyways. So Vera, dear. Whose dress would you prefer to showcase tomorrow as the lead model for the show?” Bruce asks and everyone’s eyes turn to her.
My heart beats rapidly as I wait to hear what she’ll say….
But the way she’s looking at me, I already know what she’ll do to spite me. However, I’m not about to let that pass. One way or another I’ll make that rat pay for whatever decision she makes here…
I hold her gaze as I think of ways to hurt her…because I know I’ll.
To be continued…