Enemies to lovers
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ʟᴜᴄɪᴀɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇʟʟɪ is not your typical Mob boss, he's also a diagnosed psychopath with obsessive tendencies. He's ready to possess everything he wants by fair means or by foul. With a sinful body an...
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The girl in the mirror looked beautiful. A black lingerie styled with Jimmy Choo heels. My black hair were flowing down my thighs, my lips painted with the sexiest shade of red.
I've been in this job for almost six years now. I've build my body in such a way that it pleases people. My thick thighs compliment the tiny waist. My tits are not huge but my ass is. A perfect hour glass body.
I still remember the first time I went for an audition, I was thrown out and told that nobody would want a model like me.
Fucking hypocrites.
Now the same people run after me just for a mere appointment.
This was my first ramp after parents death. I've been so busy with finding their killer that I almost forgot that I have a job and prior commitments.
I don't have any answers, not yet. I feel lost but that's okay, it's a part of living.
"Seraphine?" I snap out of my thoughts.
My makeup artist stood by the door eyeing me. She smiles proud of the work she did. Nodding once, she opened the door further, gesturing me to leave.
"They're waiting" I take one last look at myself before I walk out of the room.
I suck in a deep breath, Ela and Lina must be out there too.
They're here to cheer for me. I love my girls so much.
They've helped me to cope so much. Moving in with them was the best decision of my life.
The music starts to play. I'll be the one to end the show. Biting my lips, I look around. Fuck, all these girls are looking smoking hot.
'You're next' the guard mouths.
Fucking do it sera. Show them who the show stopper is.
I release a sharp breath before turning on my heels and walking in. As soon as I reach the ramp, the flashes poke by eyes.
My thighs jiggle, waist twists and my hair flows as I walk. As I stop in the front, my eyes meet with someone I least expected to be here.
Morelli.
He was sitting in the VIP area, dressed in a black Armani suit. His sleeves were rolled up exposing his tattoos and veins. He smriks, licking his lips.
His eyes were fixated on my ass. This bitch.
A girl, almost my age was seated on his lap. His hand was resting in her inner thigh while the other held a glass of scotch.
Our eyes were almost battling with eachother when the lights go on and the designer walks up on the stage.
I alter my eyes from him, clapping as she walks near to me.
