Chapter Seven

The CeeC fashion show was larger than anyone expected. Catalina and her crew of loyal workers had put in a lot of work to accomplish this feat. The theme was of course, Hollywood. Plasticity everywhere. Plasticity was fun, and I majored in LA.

They had used The Blue Veil hotels, a five star hotel with exquisite features and extraordinary setting. The large hall was divided into two, and the long walkway, gracefully arranged with lights formed a large divide.

The setting was a round table setting, and there were no chairs. They all stood at their tables watching the exotic models catwalk to and fro, flaunting the amazing and unique dresses they wore.

The models were utterly sexy, and Axel could find himself fantasizing fucking one, then two and then an orgy scene was playing in his mind. They were like angels in their sexy glory. They made his blood boil.

The Models had pussyfooted seductively in various dresses, some quite seductive and others exposing quite a lot. Then the CEO, Catalina Jordan had climbed the stage in all her grace, and Axel couldn't help but gape at the beauty his eyes beheld.

She was the most perfect thing he had seen tonight. She looked like a Commix of an angel and temptress in that designer's sexy drilling nude skinny jumpsuit. Her thick brown curls fell heavily on her shoulders, and her jewelries caught the light, caressing it seductively. Her Caribbean sea blue eyes had a feminine softness to it, highlighted by her thick full dark lashes.

Her generously sexy lips were shaped in a smile as she talked, evidently proud of her success. Axel dragged his gaze down her body, he went rigid at the gorgeous body; full breasts, tiny waist wide helps and long legs. She was a goddess.

He was sure he wasn't the only person in the hall captivated by her beauty. He watched other people, male and female, watch her lustfully, and one of the women looked at though she was having an intense orgasm just staring at the combination of both Aphrodite and Venus before them.

He knew her, Catalina Jordan, wife of Brandon Jordan, the world's biggest asshole. Most of them were assholes, but the man surpassed them. They were Los Angeles' richest couple. And they seemed in love. Yuck!

Now where was that asshole husband of hers? He had surveyed the place, and she had been alone since she arrived at the event. The man was nowhere in sight. Axel felt he should have been here to support his wife, no matter his schedule.

"Thanks for coming tonight. And don't leave just yet, we made a lot of preparations for you...you know...food" the crowd laughed. "Thanks again for honoring our invitation, and don't forget to visit our stores anywhere in the country to get at least one or two of these excellent pieces" she finished, the crowd cheered, clapping as she stepped down the podium.

She was heavily guarded, so the reporters who ran after her were kept at bay. Axel watched them guide her to the VIP area of the hall, his gaze never leaving her form. His date was busy with her friends, chatting away, while he was dying to have five seconds alone time with the goddess.

Five seconds alone. What will he achieve in five seconds? He needed a whole night to worship her body, and give her a good lay.

Axel was too engrossed staring at Catalina; he didn't notice someone standing beside him, until the person spoke. Firstly, he felt the Sandalwood exquisite Cologne, but Catalina had successfully made him lose his senses.

"She is a rare beauty, don't you think?" His baritone drawled with heavy meaning. He almost jumped, he turned to the man meeting his dark gaze. They were of the same height. He nodded towards the VIP area.

Axel nodded, unable to speak. Was he too obvious? Had he been staring like a hungry little boy? Man, he was damn hungry and horny, and it was because of that smiling lady

"She is fired also. Smart and keen. She got her first million at sixteen working as her father's assistant in his art gallery" The man continued. Axel didn't know that, well he didn't know much about these celebrities... Except Passenger...that was his favorite artist.

"I didn't know that"

"Most people don't. She started her fashion business when she was 21, one year after she graduated from fashion school. She broke forth six months after that. Admire a woman who can combine beauty, brains, vision, determination, sass and grace all together in one fine sweet pill" the man continued.

Axel eyed the man, he was quite young, his hair was curled, and his dark olive skin looked radiant and rich. He looked soft too. You know, like those people who do not know what a nail and hammer looked like. His eyes were coffee brown, and warm, and innocent. He seemed like an artist...the bright types. He wasn't so muscled, but he was fit and quite attractive.

Axel couldn't help but stare at his hands. His fingers looked groomed and again like someone who hasn't plowed anything. He was Soft, Suave, and made for innocent little virgin girls.

"Spoken like an ardent fan" He remarked. The guy met his gaze, and smiled, heat sped up his cheeks.

Was that a blush? Oh no!

"I might or might not have a huge crush on her '' he said in a conspiratorial tone, his eyes twinkling. Axel smiled.

"Don't we all?" he replied. Wait, was he crushing on Catalina Jordan? He wasn't a kid or a high schooler or a college student anymore. He didn't do crushes.

"There's a host of us" He remarked, his smile still in place

"But some are way deeper into the business than the others" His cheeks went red. What the fuck?! The man blushed..what?! This wasn't some ordinary crush. He was deeper. But Axel didn't pursue it.

"Axel Carter" he stretched his hand

"Landon Forrest" He claimed the outstretched hand. Forrest, that name rang a bell. It sounded loud in wealth. He could not just tell where he had heard that name before.

"So you must be a rich kid, coming here" he commented, assessing the guy again. He wore expensive clothes, totally designer.

"Rich kid?" His coffee brown eyes looked confused.

"This place... It is for the elites. Came with someone?" He asked, sipping his wine slowly.

"Yeah..."

"Girlfriend? Sugar mummy?" Axel questioned again. The man reddened. Oh boy, he must be quite shy...A virgin maybe. Landon quickly stretched, collecting a flute of champagne from one of the waitresses, he sipped.

Axel bit the urge to ask him if he was old enough to drink. He didn't want to embarrass him. He knew the guy was over twenty, very much legal to get drunk and do threesomes.

"No girlfriend, no sugar mummy either. Just my mother and sister" He let out slowly.

"Mother and sister?" If his sister was hot, he was definitely asking him to set them up. The guy was fine, imagine what a female version of him would like...someone he would definitely fuck.

"Uhmmm, my mom is Christie Forrest, heiress of Forrest group of companies and ranches" He said as though she were some regular woman.

"No shit! You're Christie Forrest's son?" He almost gaped. Good bless Edna buff, for hiring him tonight.

"Yes." He answered shyly.

"Wow! That's great" Then he remembered he made mention of a sister.

"And your sister? Where's she?"

"Here somewhere. Venus is a huge fan of Catalina Jordan, she's her role model. She is probably devising a means of actually passing through that muscled barricade" He said

"Oh, Venus. Beautiful name. She's definitely a beauty, I guess?"

"She is. Took after our mother" he paused "And she's engaged to be married" He added the last part as though it were a warning.

Axel furrowed his brow. The guy wasn't so innocent after all if could tell what went through his head. Engaged? As though that would stop him. He'd fucked married women, even brides a night before their weddings. What was a little engagement ring that he couldn't pull, toss aside and fuck the hell out of her?

"Not that you don't look like sin, but her fiancé is the sin," He added.

"Oh really?" He loved a little challenge

"Heard of Armstrong Gray?"

What the fuck?

"Lakers Armstrong Gray?"

"The one and only"

"That's your sister's fiancé?"

"The Sinfully gorgeous fiancé" He replied. Axel raised his hands up as though in surrender. Landon laughed lightly.

"That there is respect for man" He remarked. There were some women he didn't go after, Eva his secretary being the second, Landon's sister just joined the queue.

And the first?

Ariana was the first.

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Catalina chatted away with Lisa and Maya, they were seated in the VIP lounge, away from the noisy crowd. She had successfully finished this event, and she was satisfied with the outcome.

She couldn't believe Jennifer Anniston, Sharon Ozzy, Christian Dior and Loubotin had honored her invitation. She was glad for the turn up, she was just telling Lisa that. Amongst the many faces she had seen, one stuck out.

He wasn't the handsomest in the hall, his colleague, the Curly haired guy looked more handsome and suave, but he didn't strike her as the dangerous type. She loved danger, why did she marry Brandon in the first place?

He looked dangerous, and she could feel his eyes on her body. He had this wild aura around him, he looked like sin. Something she shouldn't mess with, more like trouble. But then it was thrilling when trouble was interested in her.

Severally, she caught his stares, and when he wasn't looking, she had taken her time to survey him. He was one really fine looking man. She averted her gaze to his companion, he looked quite young and manly. He was also sexy, but the aura around him was that of gentility and tenderness. She didn't do tenderness, she only requested that from Brandon, and since he couldn't give her that, she went for the sex.

She had made her inquiries from Marlene. He came with Edna Buff. And even though she was not one to go after what belonged to another, she had entertained the thought of actually taking him from her.

"Excuse me ma'am, uhmm hi!" The soft voice of an excited lady disrupted her woolgathering. She turned, focusing on the extremely beautiful woman before her.

Her brown hair was wrapped in a bun, with soft tendrils framing her small face. Her coffee brown eyes twinkled in some sort of adoration, as a shy smile broke on her small red coated lips.

This was a fan. She must be quite influential for the bouncers to let her in.

"Hello beautiful" She smiled back, the girl gasped.

"Oh my god! I can't believe I'm actually standing before Catalina Jordan. This must be a dream, Someone please pinch me!" She gushed in excitement. Marlene gladly made a move, she caught her quickly "Not literally" She said, making the other women laugh.

"I'm Venus Forrest, your number two fan. I mean my brother's your number one. But, I follow you on Instagram, Facebook, twitter, Pinterest, everywhere!" She was Forrest, Christie Forrest's daughter. Catalina smiled, standing to her feet she stretched her hand for a handshake.

The girl took it, then moved into her arms in such a fluid move that surprised Catalina. She Nuzzled her neck "you make me feel safe" she said, making Catalina chuckle nervously.

"Can I take a picture with you, Landon would never believe this"

And to that request, Catalina said yes.