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?”

and placed it on his chest, whispering, “Am I not enough for

pleasure. Looking at a dozen guys, well, that’s a dozen times

pick her up and walked out of the pool, Tll take you

any pretty boy who dared to

the entertainment industry for a long time, Nicolas knew the ins and outs of

models weren’t something just anyone could hire. Many people wished to sneak into such extravagant parties, hoping to catch the eye of some rich folk and catapult their careers.

would also invite these people to his own birthday parties. They were good for livening up

Trisha found Celeste. Their eyes were practically glued to

they barely covered their essentials. It was enough to get anyone’s pulse

and ears red, whispered to Celeste, The third one

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