She was an undoubtedly beautiful model. He was a foreign billionaire labeled as a "womanizer", until her.
"Chérie listen to me, we are not finished, I was wrong earlier. It wasn't just sex" He started, "Mais ne me testez jamais comme vous l'avez fa...
We'd arrived at the night club that her birthday party was scheduled to be at, curtesy of Yasmin. My woman drove her new car and stepped out, in a beautiful gown. She handed the keys to the valet and walked around, grabbing my hand as we brushed pass paparazzi. She stopped at the entrance of the club, going to sit on the stairs for the hired photographers to take her pictures.
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We got into the venue, the crowd cheered as Imogen showed her face. She blushed and smiled, thanking everyone who approached her. Yasmin waved from the V.I.P. section with her girlfriend Antoinette.
"I wanna get a drink" She looked up at me
"No go meet up with Yasmin, I'll bring your drinks" I said
"Okay don't take too long" she said giving me a small kiss
She walked down to the other end of the club, making small talk with people as they spoke to her. I walked to the club and ordered drinks for the table. I sat down and my head of security came over to me.
"We're a little short staffed" He spoke
"How could that happen, fuck. Call backup" I spoke
"I did boss, it's a busy night everyone may not get here until late" He yelled
"Also...." He started, "Ursils was reported missing this morning" He concluded
"What the fuck? Okay, just keep me updated and keep trying to find security. I don't want that bastard anywhere near this part of town. The number one priority is Imogen" I responded
He nodded and walked away. I thought to myself, what the fuck was I gonna do, I was down 10 guys and though this was a private party, invite only, it's better to be safe than sorry. I didn't want to worry her unless I had to and so I would keep it under control. The bartender handed me our drinks and I walked them over to the table, taking a seat next to Imogen.
We'd all settled in the booth, before a strange man came over to the table. Yasmin and Imogen sprung up and brushed over me to hug him. They were a little too friendly, and he looked at her like she was dinner. She spun around showing off her dress to him, and he patted her down, roaming his hands on her waist. I cleared my throat.
She brought her attention back to me, "Oh! This is my boyfriend, Max Prince" She spoke
"Girl, you're dating THE Maxime Prince??" He looked at her before reaching his hand out "Lenny Simmons" he said shaking my hand.
