Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Once I approached, the men immediately recognized me. They parted the crowd and surrounded me like soldiers protecting their king. I was blocked off from the long line of men waiting to pay a thousand euro just to experience the elite club. The women stared at me like I was a god.
The doors opened, and they escorted me inside.
Once I was surrounded by the darkness and the music, I felt right at home. Women were dressed in my lingerie, bustiers, corsets, and tiny thongs that hardly covered anything. Some of them were my models, and some of them were women who only wished they were.
I created an invisible ripple, and anyone in my way immediately stepped aside. I seemed to emit a high-frequency pitch that surrounded me on all sides. People could hear it without even realizing it. They stepped back, giving me more space than necessary.
The black walls were covered with pictures of my models wearing the sexy clothes. Some featured diamonds, other lace, but in every single photo, the piece of lingerie was specifically designed for them. My job was to make the perfect ensemble for every woman, treating each individual on a personal level. Every woman had a different body type, and each one was beautiful in her own way.
“Here’s your scotch, sir.” A man appeared from the shadows with my drink on a tray. “Carter is waiting for you on the second landing.”
I took the glass. “Thank you.”
He disappeared just as quickly as he’d appeared.
I moved to the stairs and felt every pair of eyes fall on me. Women admired me with lust, and men despised me with jealousy. But every single person in that building had to bow to my power.
I owned all of them—and they didn’t even realize it.
I reached the second landing and spotted Carter sitting in a corner booth. A woman was under each arm as he sat back in the leather seat, an enormous picture of Lacey Lockwood positioned on the wall behind him. She was my biggest model, the one people recognized the most. She had the right confidence and the perfect legs. She wanted to be my biggest star—and most people predicted she would be.
Carter didn’t see me coming because he was too busy with his private entertainment. The blonde on his left rubbed her hand across his chest then nibbled on his earlobe. The other woman rubbed his thigh, getting dangerously close to his crotch. Both were in my lingerie, sparkling with rhinestones and glitter.
I sat in the leather seat across from him, setting down my scotch and leaning back into the comfortable seat. Without checking my surroundings, I could feel all the eyes staring at me. It would be less than a minute before a couple girls made their move and sank into the seat beside me. They would assume they were special, that maybe they had a unique quality that could capture my attention for more than five minutes.
Not possible.
My entire existence revolved around sexy women. I dressed them in clothes for the purpose of getting fucked. I fulfilled the fantasies of men everywhere by incorporating them into my designs. I dressed women like Lacey Lockwood in the perfect bodysuit with a crotch that unfastened for a quick screw. All I thought about all day long was sex…with beautiful women.
I’d become desensitized to it.
It was impossible to impress me anymore. Women were all the same, but beautiful in their own ways. Sex was purely physical without a single hint of emotion. I kept it empty on purpose because that fueled my inspiration.
Men didn’t care about love, only lust.
So I had to design my lingerie that way.
The only exception to that was the new model I’d recently acquired.
Ten.
There was something unique about her that drew my attention instantly. When the ten models took the stage, the other nine were faceless blurs. They were beautiful but ordinary. They were the top ten picks from my trusted assistants, but they paled in comparison to the single woman standing at the very edge.
Ten.
I wouldn’t say she was exceptionally beautiful. Her allure was far deeper than some superficial characteristic. But she possessed a quality that stole my complete focus. She had the same effect on the guys—that was why they picked her in the first place. Jeans and a t-shirt couldn’t mask her innate sex appeal.
Her body was unique. The proportion between her hips and her stomach was significant, making her curves even more startling. She had lean and toned thighs, but her ass was plump and juicy. She was endless curves, smooth skin, and the most sensuous woman I’d ever seen. The curve in her back was so steep it looked like the concave side of a spoon. Making clothes with her specific dimensions felt like an honor.
I’d never seen a woman with her kinds of measurements. It was like she was specifically made to wear lingerie, to be the ultimate symbol of female sexuality.