Model, millionaire, Karlie Cora had done everything she needed to do in order to get in the position she wanted to be in, one of the top models in the world. But she walks into the wrong alleyway and now, the most powerful Mafia man is protecting he...
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Karlie Cora.
It's been three days since she left and she hasn't left my mind. I mean, I've looked her up and the photos that have been taken of her doesn't even describe how beautiful she actually is.
She left her phone here and it's been blowing up but I haven't opened it. I could if I wanted too but for some reason my brain won't let me.
All I know is that she's at California right now.
"Earth to Jaxon!"
I blink when a hand is being waved in my face. Logan and Kane are staring at me with the most dumbfounded expressions I've ever seen on them.
"If you need a magazine of her to jerk off with, I have plenty." Logan says, pursing his lips together to hold his laughter.
"What fuck do you mean 'you have plenty'? If I find one, you'll be lucky if you live longer than a couple of hours." I promise him, making his eyes widen.
Fuck this. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I pass by some people that are sitting to find a empty seat.
I look fucking dumb. I can barely fit in these chairs and I'm sitting with a bunch of skinny, fashion people. Who has enough space for their dog beside them.
I wait patiently for the show to begin, checking the texts I received from Logan and Kane about the sudden disappearing act.
Karlie's phone weighs down my pocket as the lights dimmer and the loud bass of the music plays.
I watch the other models walk and notice a theme happening. A floral theme. The women has flowers on every inch of the clothing they have on.
Then my chest hurts when I see Karlie. She walks with pure confidence. A white bra and underwear set that turns sheer on her hips with white heels and purple flower wings on her back with purple strands flowing behind her. They curled her hair too perfection as her long blonde hair bounces on her shoulders.
It moves all too quickly as she gets to the end of the platform, smiling as she blows a kiss into the crowd before pivoting on her heels and walks back.
I see all of the models walk out before I see her, smiling and clapping. She's still in the outfit she modeled in. It may not look like it but I stare in awestruck.
All I want is to take her off that stage and cover every inch of her body. No one deserves to see her phenomenal body.
She looks around with the smile still on her face as she makes eye contact with me before looking away, then snaps her head back towards me. Her big smile drops before a small smile takes it's place.
I nod slightly as I keep eye contact with her. All too soon she's taken to the back and the guests are taken it into the lobby.
It seems that only a few models think that the guests are worth their time since less than half of them came back out to speak with people.
