Madison Hart fights to keep her engagement to billionaire Jace Harrison, who questions her investment. The world of fame surrounding her intensifies. Jace's ex girlfriends test Maddy, so does his family. A spotlight of negativity is on her, yet ever...
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Red is the color I choose.I love Madi in it. Her caramel blond hair in a high slit spaghetti string dress. She must have on shapewear because her hourglass is pronounced. The sheer tights match, the stilettos too.My suit is crochet with lace red, black dress shirt underneath. A gold belt and watch to match.
The limo is a club lit up neon red. A party vibe. Leather seats and a stripping pole. We have a long drive ahead. 8 hours. I'd rather not fly;I want the world to see how glamorous she looks. The flashing cameras don't ignore me. I'm proud of the prize I have. My fiancé. My sugar devil.
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The press stalks the limo onto the street. Not caring when it drives off. The mob sprints; holding their cameras high. The ceiling is tall. The vehicle is more like a room than anything. A strip club on wheels.
Madi's ruby lips are painted to perfection. I noticed she added a beauty mole; as Marilyn Monroe did. Her hair is layered in curls the same as the 1950s bombshell. I love it. She stares me down steamily. I guess my analyzing has her panties wet. "What are you thinking?"
"I'm just enjoying how hot you are."
Her ocean eyes dart to the pole. "I want to enjoy you too. Maybe you can put on a show."
I focus on the strip pole. Debating. Do I want to revisit my wild days? Days when there were nothing but parties and sex. When I was at my worst. I truly was a satyriasis, the male version of a nymphomaniac. My strip shows always led to fucking. I'm not sure if that habit is gone. "No...you're not ready for my wild side."
