108.
Vera’s POV.
Yup! It’s the D-day.
Today’s ‘Tell With Your Body’ show and as I step into Days Dreams, I see everywhere teeming with population. The models that had been on a leave of absence are all here.
All the walkways and practice rooms are filled with dins of conversation and laughter.
The decorators are busy in the ballroom, adorning everywhere with flowers, ribbons, and whatever else that could make the place bright and beautiful.
Bruce stood by Deen’s side as he dished instructions on where he wanted each of the tables and chairs.
In the center of the ballroom stood the stage where the models would parade on with each designer’s dresses.
I feel the ripple of tension and it takes me a while to realize it’s coming from me.
Be calm, I tell my beating heart and take in a breath. After I regain my peace, I reach over the table and grab my steaming cup of latte.
I take a slug and wet my dry throat with the latte.
Then I focus back on my cellphone, chatting with Sage.
“Don’t tell me you plan to miss this!?” I type furiously into the phone.
The three green dots dance over the screen, telling me she’s replying.
“I’m sorry, Bff. It’s just that this was unexpected. Lynn and I are traveling to her mother’s place to see her. She’s been ill.”
My squeezes at that and I gush a breath.
“That’s okay. My regards to her.”
Sage responds back with a love emoji and I shut my phone.
I think of doing some practice again and I shoot to my feet at that.
I bring out the nude seven inches Louboutin heels I bought yesterday with David.
Carefully, I crouch a bit and slip my feet into the heels.
I begin practicing with it, my legs taking the right stance as I square my shoulders.
My confidence brims and my face glows as I smile because I wasn’t missing any shit.
However, in between, I hear the door of the room I’m in creak lightly.
I raise my head to see who it is but I see no one.
I’m the only one here now and I wonder who might have clicked the door open.
Strutting over, I flutter the door open and peer outside.
There’s no one around.
What was that about? I wonder, standing dazed.
Only…. another strange sound comes from behind me and I jerk in fear and look back.
Still, I walk back there and I see nothing.
Lost in thoughts, the buzzing of my phone sends shivers through me.
I snap out of my daze and waltz over to the dresser where my phone is and grab it.
Seeing David’s name, my heart somersaults.
With a grin, I pick up the call, and his manly voice booms.
“Hey, baby. How are you doing now?”
Like a lovebird, I sink dreamily into the chair, twirling my hair in my hand as I hum.
“I’m great, just a little stressed, daddy.”
“I’m sorry about that babe. Would you love Daddy to give you a massage at night?” He asks. I hear him grunt and I assume he’s either taking a seat or rising up to his feet.
Oh, damn, that grunt was sexy, though. The kind he releases whenever he’s bathing my pussy with his seed.
“That would be greatly appreciated, daddy.” I purr and he chuckles, deep, and sexily.
“I promise to make it sweet, my princess.” My insides melt at that promise. I nod even though he can’t see. “Has the show started?”
“Not yet. But soon. When are you coming over?”
My body is alert knowing David’s coming over for the show because I invited him.
“Soon, baby. Let me finish up these emails, okay?”
“Hmmm…” I croon.
He blows me a kiss and hangs up.
The smile on my face is yet to fade when Connor enters the practice room.
“Girl? What’s that smile about?” His voice makes me pull my lips together in a thin line.
“Nothing.” I snap, closing my phone.
“Nothing and you’re turning to a tomato?”
I ignore his comment as I get to my feet.
“Deen seeks your presence, c’mon, let’s go.”
I grumble like a child as I remove my shoes and wear my flip-flops before heading out with him.
I guess this should be expected given I’m the lead model for the show.
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>>>Claire’s POV.>>>
I’m setting my plans into motion and it’ll be carried out today.
I’d rather be rash than lose to that poisonous snake called Vera.
I know I’m way older than her that I can actually attack her physically but I don’t know what’s backing her up.
I’m yet to find out who that man she was with the last time is.
Yikes! Remembering what happened that night sparks rage in me. How that ingrate of a chef poured rubbish on me.
He was lucky, else I’d have put him in his place but I couldn’t take that risk.
On the contrary, I’m ready to take risks today. Very much willing to make my enemy suffer.
She thought it was by picking a rival brand to display their best dresses. Nah, it’s not by that.
As I sneak into the practice room she left now, I spot the girl working for me as she disconnects the soles of her shoes and places them back carefully with fake gum.
“Are you sure this will work?” I ask her as she turns to face me.
“One hundred, Ma’am clear. The gum will only hold her for about an hour.” She says.
A satisfied smile hovers over my lips.
One thing is clear, the show will be canceled if the lead model gets injured.
“How about your colleagues that set the stage?” I ask again.
“That’s settled too, ma’am.”
At her reassurance, a smile ghosts across my lips.
Hmmm, great. Let the show begin.
I hobble out of the room and head to the front side.
The halls are already filled up with VIPs who had sponsored the show too and others who were invited for the show.
I strut over to Deen’s side, greeting the guests with him.
A while later, Deen leaned close and whispered…”Follow me.”
I nod and follow him in tow when he leaves the hall.
In his office, he ranted on and on about how the events would unfold to me and others in the room.
Bruce, the perfectionist and workaholic, nods along to what Deen rants about.
“That’s a great idea…” My rival, whom Vera had chosen to exhibit her dress says in response to Deen’s suggestion on how the models will be coming out on the stage.
I say little to no words, actually. That’s because it’s not what my mind is focused on.
My mind is focused on the shock that’ll cloud Vera’s face today.
She doesn’t know that her biggest mistake was messing with me.
Thankfully, my ex-husband will explain that better to her.
After the short meeting ends, everyone leaves, save for me and Deen.
I waltz over to his desk and pause.
“Claire?”
I roll my eyes at him. Even though I’m pissed off by his actions towards me, I still need to maintain my influence in the company.
“Don’t act like you don’t know what I want.” I croon.
Deen reclined over the chair, looking up at me.
“May I know that?” He asks.
“A quickie to keep me stable…” I mutter.
Deen chuckles, getting to his feet.
“I see. How about I do the quickie in your mouth?”
My cheeks flush at his words. Before I know it, Deen pulls me to my knees and unzips his pants.
Dragging his boxer briefs down, his cock launches out, wriggling before my lips.
His precum already fills his crown.
I lean close and close my lips over it.
Deen visibly shudders and releases a moan.
I hold him in place, licking him to the point he goes into oblivion.
I’m doing this because I want him to do my bidding…
By the time I finish him with a nice blowjob, I rise to my feet and wipe the corners of my mouth with my hands.
“That was nice, Claire. Now, let’s get into business.” He gruffly says as he zips his pants.
Deen leaves before me and after adjusting my dress, I exit the office too.
On my way out, I spot Vera coming out of one of the restrooms, smiling and blushing.
Taking her in, I see her disheveled dress and something tells me she was with a man in there.
On seeing me, her smile turns to a scowl.
“Bitch!” I call out, waiting for her to leave so I can go and check.
As soon she’s out of sight, I hurry to go check the restroom when Deen’s voice reverberated.
“Claire, please come over.”
Fuck!!! I growl, looking at Deen as he watches me with curious eyes.
I’m just this close to finding out who her mysterious lover is.
And I’m certain that was a restroom affair.
As I leave with Deen, I only wonder who that man is…
To be continued…