Clair’s birthday party can be described in one phrase lavish as hell
Her friends had invited a bunch of hunky, top–notch male models to perform at the venue
Although they were supposed to be performing, their dance skills were nothing to write home about.
But with all those muscle–bound men in nothing but shorts, they were hard to ignore
A glimpse around revealed nothing but glistening muscles, reminiscent of some risque strip clubs,
sending the atmosphere through the roof.
Trisha stood up from the pool, about to snap some photos with her phone.
Nicolas pulled her back, hugging her from behind. “Your boyfriend’s right here. How about some
respect for me?”
Trisha couldn’t care less about the “boyfriend” thing. She struggled and said, irritated, “I haven’t had a
blast in ages. Now, I just want to let my hair down, and you’re stopping me. Are you even human?”
Nicolas smirked, grabbed her hand, and placed it on his chest, whispering, “Am I not enough for you
that you need to check out other guys?”
Trisha pulled back her hand, her ears flushing She argued back. “Looking at you is one kind of
pleasure. Looking at a dozen guys, well, that’s a dozen times the pleasure Now let me go I want to
watch the show!”
Seeing that she wouldn’t listen, Nicolas decided to pick her up and walked out of the pool, Tll take you
to watch.”
He stood by, ready to ward off any pretty boy who dared to approach his girlfriend!
Having been in the entertainment industry for a long time, Nicolas knew the ins and outs of it.
These models weren’t something just anyone could hire. Many people wished to sneak into such
extravagant parties, hoping to catch the eye of some rich folk and catapult their careers. They were
nothing more than tools for the wealthy
Nicolas would also invite these people to his own birthday parties. They were good for livening up the
atmosphere, but he never got too friendly with them as their backgrounds were often murky
Soon. Trisha found Celeste. Their eyes were practically glued to the male models
Not because they were extraordinarily handsome but because their clothes were so skimpy they barely
covered their essentials. It was enough to get anyone’s pulse racing.
Trisha, her face and ears red, whispered to Celeste, The third one on the left.”
Before Celeste could get a good look, Nicolas’s gaze had already followed.
The third one on the left was a mixed–race model.
He was good–looking but not the most handsome. Nicolas didn’t understand why Trisha was only
looking at him until he noticed that his swim trunks were tighter and more conspicuous than the others.
He finally understood why Trisha was only looking at him!
Nicolas shot the model a dirty look that sent chills down his spine.
“Darling, my wound feels a bit uncomfortable,” Nicolas started to play the pity card, trying to pull
Trisha’s attention away from the models
Trisha, completely engrossed in the show, furrowed her eyebrows at his words, “Your wound’s been
healing for ages. Does it still hurt?”
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