Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 99: New Character- Desired
Mia’s POV
It is a universal truth that when a woman wears attractive underwear beneath her clothes, regardless of how modest, she will feel beautiful and confident, even if no one else does.
I was around fashion shows growing up. One of the top modeling companies in the nation was formed by my father. The slinky models in barely suitable dresses, the snooty bystanders with money and warped perceptions of what is appropriate, and the excitement in the air had all become a part of my existence.
Tonight, there was also passion in the air. I wasn’t clear if that was a result of me attempting to get laid or if it was the particular designer’s expertise at making even a coat look sexual.
We grow up so soon. At the young age of twenty-three, I had just returned from college, and for the first time, I was mindful of the undercurrents. Men’s eyes conveyed much more to women than their tongues ever could. The women who were capable of so much more than a limply extended had plenty to give. When everything was so immensely intricate, there was the chance of something wild. I was on the prowl, the show was outdoors, and the chilly night air clung to my cheeks the same way that sweaty urgency clung to my waist and my breasts.
He sat across from me with the ramp in between us, his ankle crossed over the other knee. Dark socks and Italian loafers were exposed when his suit pants rode up. While leaning on his hand and resting his finger on his cheek, he cast a non-sexual glance in the direction of the models and then continued leaning on his hand. Good. If I wanted to make sure that he finished up inside of me tonight, the sexuality that he was displaying in his eyes should only be focused on me.
Tonight, I discovered two flaws in my theory regarding sex on demand. First of all, I had never been married. Yes, I desired sex. I couldn’t shake the craving for it. However, I was aware that this was precisely what I did not want because I had spent sufficient time in college with other lads my age.
Two, the business partner of my father, Chris Walter, was almost twice my age, tremendously accomplished, and affluent — in other words, he was a wet dream. Because he and his business partner had established the modeling agency together, he regarded me as his partner’s young daughter. Even when I started to develop breasts, when I started to have physical urges, and when I started to have a crush on him, he never saw me as a woman.
Tonight was going to bring about a change in that. If he had recognized me, he would have acted differently; nevertheless, he did not. I introduced myself as Mia Wilson, but he had no idea who I was.
I had great clothes on. I was aware of this due to the fact that every male was staring at me. My long, dark hair was blown out and falling over my shoulders in a waterfall-like fashion. Men would go crazy for the opportunity to get their hands on it. I was wearing a dress that was scandalously short, yet even so, I was better dressed than the models that were walking the runway. Because of how high my shoes were, my behind looked like they belonged in a bakery. There was a pause in between each of the shows. The models had just finished walking up the ramp, and they were all hurrying to get dressed backstage. The well-known fashion designer had just finished his farewell bow and was leaving. Chris’s attention switched from the row of people directly across from him to the row that I was in.
My pulse rate picked up, and I saw that my stomach was starting to turn a little bit. I had a feeling of dread. This was something I had never done before, in contrast to the flirtation, which was something I did all the time but putting it into action. But I was conscious of the fact that this was what I wanted. I did this intentionally for him, knowing that he was watching me put on a show for him, crossing and uncrossing my legs. There was nothing sexier than a man who wore an expressionless steel mask because there was nothing hotter than a man whose face didn’t change at all. Nevertheless, he cocked his head to the side and fiddled with his belt and collar.
Because of it, I had the opportunity to stare him down in an open manner. His hair had turned silver while I was away, but it did not do so in a way that made him appear to be of advanced age. Exceptional in every way. He sat with the same air of utter control that he moved with, and he still filled out his suit the way he used to.
My pals think it’s unusual that I have a thing for older men, assuming that they are even aware of the situation. My varied sexual preferences are frequently kept a secret from others. A euphoric quality can be felt emanating from a man who has wealth, influence, and sex all readily available to him. Even at this late stage, the younger ones have no concept whatsoever of who the hell they are. What strategy do they intend to employ when dealing with a woman like me?
It goes without saying that it wasn’t fair because none of the other people were ever given a chance. My fantasies about Chris had been focused on him for the previous six years. When I was masturbating, I would envision him with his mouth all over me, between my legs, and his tongue doing what my typical finger would do. I would also picture his tongue doing what my normal finger would do. It was the perfect set-up for a finale that would shake the foundations of the earth. The photos were missing at this point. When I thought about him while massaging my arms and legs, I no longer felt impolite. I simply didn’t feel content. I needed additional information. People started getting up around us and heading towards the champagne bar or the finger food buffet. The sound of people talking filled the space like a flock of birds. The next time Chirs looked at me, I was still sitting and had pinned him with a glare that he couldn’t escape. Eventually, he turned away. He uncrossed his legs and was observed to be swallowing after this action.
As my father made his way through the crowd, he extended his hand to Chris and offered him a handshake. I got to my feet, gave a quick look around, and melted into the crowd. Due to the fact that my father was seated next to Chris, I decided not to give him an intense stare. Despite the fact that I was in a desperate situation, I am not a fool.
