PORDEE ONESHOT/S SMUT (Michelle G!P⚠️)

⚠️🔞- Rivals

⚠WARNING: DO NOT read if you're uncomfortable with sexual content, the description is self-explanatory. 🔞

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Anntonia hates Michelle.

She hates seeing Michelle's fancy logo gracing the billboard advertisements every time she visits the Philippines, she hates hearing about the 'up and coming' fashion house when she's in Thailand, she hates seeing Michelle's pretty black hair when she attends the same shows in Milan, she hates having to acknowledge the fact that Michelle's clothes sell better with the 18-24 age range, she hates that her own fashion brand was stagnating in growth while Michelle's was somehow flourishing.

The point was, Anntonia just despises the woman. She was too good of a competitor in the elegant halls of the fashion industry, and Anntonia prefers to crush her competitors into oblivion- not actually compete with them.

Anntonia's hatred wasn't unrequited either. She hates Michelle, and Michelle hates her too. In fact, Michelle makes this known by rolling her eyes whenever they have to walk past each other. As rude as their behaviors can be, Anntonia can live with it. She's a CEO of a luxury fashion house; hatred from competition isn't new to her.

But feelings are.

And although Anntonia thinks herself to be an expert in her world of couture, she realizes that there were some things still left unknown to her.

It all happened in London, in the after-party of a mutual friend's store opening.

"Who's that?" Anntonia asks Max.

Max, Anntonia's ever-so-handy assistant, answers within ten seconds. "That's Michelle," she replies, seemingly confused.

"No, not her. Who's her date?"

"Oh, her date?" Max clears her throat. "That's Samantha, she's a model."

Anntonia watches the pair from afar as a strange feelings swirl in her chest. Michelle was wearing the latest of her clothes, of course, because she never wears anything from last season.

Her short black hair was slickback and fitted her hotly. Those black locks that made her sex appeal stronger, which drew attention to her figure. And the crook of her arm was adorned with Samantha's hand- a stunning model with dainty features and wavy black hair.

Anntonia didn't pay attention to Michelle's date, though. Instead, she was staring at where the two were touching.

"How's the party?"

Anntonia's thoughts were interrupted by Rhian whom was beaming at Max and her. "I invited more people," she confides, "So I think I'll get better press coverage this time."

"It's a great party," Anntonia replies, still looking towards Michelle and Samantha. "And you can afford to invite more people when this is a bigger store than the one you had in LA."

"Right?" Rhian agrees. "This one is so much bigger. By the way, did you see the lollipops? I ordered them in heart shapes, and they are so adorable-"

"Is Michelle dating someone?" Anntonia interrupts, still distracted by her rival and her rival's date.

"I don't think so. Well, not that I know of," Rhian replies, but as she says these words, Samantha leans closely to Michelle's ear and whispers something, the pinay breaks into a smile, and somehow, that annoyed Anntonia.

"How come you didn't find a date for me?" Anntonia questions Max. "Well-I-I-I," Max stammers at Anntonia's abrupt inquiry. "You said you didn't want a plus-one in the first place, so I didn't find you a date." Anntonia can only huff a breath of frustration.