Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 100: Loss Of Words

Chris’s POV

The management of a modeling agency is widely regarded as one of the most desirable careers for men. My line of work focuses on the anatomy of women. Simply inquire with any dude. That would be the best possible position to be in. It’s even been reported that some models have sexual relationships with the people who manage them. It’s not always easy for me to feel good about what I’m doing, but who am I to refuse a beautiful woman when she’s throwing herself at me? I am no longer married, and I am an avid gamer.

The brisk night air left my skin feeling wet and clammy. As the night wore on, the tie became increasingly uncomfortable to wear. Due to the fact that I had previously become ill after eating a small quiche and that my digestive system is not as robust as it once was, I did not appreciate the finger food. After having a few glasses of champagne, my head began to hurt. I state again. My digestive system was nowhere near as healthy as it used to be.

Tommy was hard at work cultivating the proper relationships to assist in the expansion of our company. The fact that he was able to use his business skills and acute financial sense to make us both wealthy is a testament to the man’s brilliance. Working with him as a business partner was hands down the smartest choice I’ve ever made in my life. I would not permit anything to get in the way of the success of our company. The fact that I might be able to retire in the near future, given the way things are currently going, was music to my ears.

I did not consider myself to be an elderly person; nonetheless, it appeared as though I was spending an increasing amount of time with people who were between the ages of sixteen and twenty, and I had the impression that I did not really belong with them. The realization that one will inevitably age and become an adult is a bitter pill to swallow, but it has been a long time coming.

On the other hand, things were quite different this time. As is their customary practice, not a single one of the models managed to catch my attention. In addition to that, I wasn’t the one who began it. A woman I had never seen before flashed me a frantic glance from the other side of a ramp, and I fervently hoped that I would see her again in the future. I had never seen her before. She appeared to be a goddess as she sat there, offering herself up for my praise despite her deliciously dark hair.

As she crossed and uncrossed her legs, my erection pounded against the waistband of my jeans, and I had to force myself to look away before I started publicly drooling over her. I’ve been through the wringer in terms of sex, having been married, divorced, and more. The men of my generation shouldn’t have any more "little boy crushes." I’ve been through the wringer in terms of sex. To my credit, I was able to keep my cool under pressure.

When she rolled her lips and licked them gently, rather than in a suggestive manner, I should have known that I was in for some trouble. It was essential that she be mine. It sounded strange to my ears. Women were not seen as commodities at the time. Despite the fact that I desired her. I could tell by the looks she was giving me that she was on board with that plan. She was not yet old enough to be considered my child. That hadn’t exactly been a barrier for me in the past, as long as it didn’t prevent them from doing what they wanted to do. Once more, I did not get the sense that she cared about what happened.

Tommy had abruptly materialized and had his hand jammed in my face when he did so. I suddenly came to myself, stood up, and smiled broadly as I extended my hand to shake his.

"Another round of schmoozing?"

"I believe we can work with a woman I met and went on to elaborate."

I nodded while rubbing the palms of my hands together. Because of your consistent dependability, I had a feeling that you would come up with a solution that we could implement.

"Partners are there for that." I took a cursory glance in the direction of the seat she had occupied previously. It was devoid of people. When I looked for her in the vicinity, she was nowhere to be seen.

"Who exactly are you looking to locate?"

I gave a little shake of the head and then faced Tommy once more.

"I had a distinct impression that I recognized someone," I was wondering how your daughter is doing. I refrained from inquiring about her name because I had a hard time keeping track of the name he gave her. How old was she at the moment? I, too, was oblivious to that fact. Because we were business partners first and foremost, I couldn’t call myself much of a friend if I couldn’t keep up with what was going on in his life.

I looked around the crowd while subtly nodding my head to give the impression that I was taking it all in. Indeed, I was behaving in an idiotic manner. Yes, I was free to sleep with anybody I pleased, and it didn’t make a difference to me who the woman was as long as I was able to dispose of her corpse. And so, you’re right, I do come out as a complete jackass. Nevertheless, this one stood out from the rest. I wasn’t sure whether the reason I desired her was that she seemed to be more than just an ass or a pair of tits, or because she was the first woman since my divorce who made me feel like I was more than just a cock with a lot of money. Either way, I didn’t know why I desired her so much. Specifically.

Tommy said, "I see that you’re Sarah. We have to be noticed." After looking in the direction he was pointing and finding nothing there, I shook my head and muttered something under my breath.

I responded by saying, "I’m going to go grab something to eat." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Tommy wore a frown.

I raised my hand to the crown of my head. When I realized that I had forgotten to eat earlier, my blood sugar began to drop rapidly. "Do you really want me to ruin the show by falling in front of everyone?" I asked him with a smirk as I pushed him. His grin did not reach all the way to his eyes. It’s possible that he didn’t find my jokes funny. Perhaps he didn’t believe it. I had a lack of interest.

I tapped my stomach, but I wasn’t actually referring to food when I said "something." I headed toward the buffet while Tommy went to make nice with Sonya Someone. "Later, I’ll talk to you. Just get something into the system, please." I tapped my stomach.

If she hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t have known anything about it.

At precisely the moment when I had exhausted all of my possibilities, I found her at the champagne buffet. She was dressed in a regal blue ensemble. Golden accessories are a perfect fit. She provided an explanation of the goddess. I approached her to talk to her.

I inquired, "Are you taking pleasure in the performance?"

She showed me a warm smile while nodding her head. Her eyes were dark and deep.

"As you may know, I am the owner of that role-model company."

Her brows were furrowed in concentration. "Really. It seems like you work in the body industry, then," I chuckled to myself while rubbing the back of my head. Yes, either that or something similar to that.

She did so while looking around and nodding. It would indicate that business is doing really well.

I gave her a careful inspection of my eyes. Curves. I couldn’t help but be curious about the woman’s hips. My saliva was dripping out of my breasts. She was conscious of the situation. As soon as she realized I was staring, she shifted her weight from one leg to the other and spun around so that she was facing me. I was obligated to look after her request.

I instructed her to proceed up the ramp. Of course, she did not possess any of the qualities that would have made her suitable for the role of a model. She was neither noticeably shorter nor noticeably taller than I was. However, that wasn’t the idea at all.

"I’m sorry, but I just can’t do it."

I grimaced. Was she going to insist on her modesty while denying how beautiful she was? "In my opinion, you have the potential to be a successful model."

She gave a shrug in response. "Perhaps, but if I worked for you, you would be my boss, and bosses are not allowed to have sexual relations with their employees."

As I looked at her, I found that I was completely at a loss for words. When exactly did she make her statement? She smiled warmly at me, her face was open, and her eyes sent the message that I was naive to believe that she was incapable of engaging in nefarious activities.