Clair’s birthday party can be described in one phrase lavish as hell

Her friends had invited a bunch of hunky, top–notch male models to perform at the venue

Although they were supposed to be performing, their dance skills were nothing to write home about. But with all those muscle–bound men in nothing but shorts, they were hard to ignore

A glimpse around revealed nothing but glistening muscles, reminiscent of some risque strip clubs, sending the atmosphere through the roof.

Trisha stood up from the pool, about to snap some photos with her phone.

Nicolas pulled her back, hugging her from behind. “Your boyfriend’s right here. How about some respect for me?”

Trisha couldn’t care less about the “boyfriend” thing. She struggled and said, irritated, “I haven’t had a blast in ages. Now, I just want to let my hair down, and you’re stopping me. Are you even human?”

placed it on his chest, whispering, “Am I not enough for you that you need to check out other guys?”

at a dozen guys, well, that’s a dozen times the pleasure Now let me go I want

she wouldn’t listen, Nicolas decided to pick her up and walked out of the pool, Tll

stood by, ready to ward off any pretty

in the entertainment industry for a long time, Nicolas

hire. Many people wished to sneak into such extravagant parties, hoping to catch the eye of some rich folk and catapult their careers. They were nothing more

people to his own birthday parties. They were good for livening up the atmosphere, but he never got

found Celeste. Their eyes were

they were extraordinarily handsome but because their clothes were so skimpy they barely covered their essentials. It was enough

to Celeste, The third

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