Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties

The loser

Damien was seated on the last seat of the private jet, looking at the nine girls. The nine beautiful girls – looked like goddesses – all belonged to the BMX group. A group single handedly picked by one of the most influential billionaires of the world. These gorgeous ladies were flying in a sponsored jet to a VVIP location.

All Damien could do was stare, after all, he was just a helpboy to Alex, their manager. Things he had to do to survive.

This is not an easy job. There are times when you wonder if these rich people have a heart. They treat the people who serve them like dogs – No, no, they treat their pet dogs much better than they treat Damien.

Damien sat down on a chair in the corner, decided to make himself comfortable. It was such a luxury that came once in a lifetime to travel in a private jet. He looked through the window and noticed that there were now flying over an ocean. There was no life at all in view.

Claire, the model with perfect shape who has won several awards, looked in Damien’s direction and saw him leaning comfortably, half of his head showing from the seat. She intentionally spilled her drink on the floor.

“Oops!”

That evil bitch! And that was the trouble Damien would get himself into whenever he tried to get comfortable. If he knew, he would had kept a low profile.

“Where is that loser?”

Alex roared.

“Don’t tell me that he’s really sitting down. What does he think? Going on a vacay?”

Damien rushed off his seat to the drink and began to clean it. Alex kicked him in the ribs,

“Do you really think you’ll get paid if you continue slacking off?”

Damien tucked his head instead of apologizing. If he could have his way, he would beat Alex to pulp or hurt him so badly. But those were his wishful thinking.

“Stand by and attend to the needs of these gorgeous ladies. If you slack off again, I’ll throw you off the jet…”

Damien stood up and went to lean on one of the arms of the seats. Another few girls are laughing. They are Jada, Evelyn and Tendzel. They belonged to a high-bid dance group exclusive to only the elites.

They had the capital to laugh at him, right?

Damien felt really stupid and awkward.

He noticed one person who didn’t say a word. Not even taking notice of their sides. It was Ayisha, the shy young writer who wrote the best selling steamy novels.

sensing his gaze, she lifted her eyes from the novel she was reading and glanced at Damien. There seems to be pity in the eyes. They

to do or feel. He felt cared for, and at the same time it left him

“Hey, Damien.”

flirtatious voice called

the best porn star

Damien saw her, the moving images of her porn videos he had

But not now.

is sore from sitting all day long.

removed her costly

twins, Mira and Laurette,

Do you have

thing, Alex was already worked up again. How could

the ladies made fun of him:

suddenly pushed her

the peak, Damien threw her foot

bullshit.

“Wait what?”

pussy guy was about to lunge at him.

this what you were paid

beggar like you

there and

charged at him and Damien began to

said stop there. Do you

back to the rear of the vehicle and

now have guts huh?

him again but lost

better not let me

plane shuddered violently, the shuddering followed by a

“What’s going on?”

is falling

could see terror in the eyes of the ladies. Damien was no any different.

the moment. As far as he could remember, it was