Chapter 7: Three Ways To Appear Super Rich (3)
It was a Sunday night, the city bustled with crowds and fireworks did their magic when shot into the sky. A black Ferrari cruised to the front of a building whose whole structure shimmered with neon light.
The car did not only park, but also grabbed attention. Ladies in crop tops, short skirts, blonde hair, much to Kieran's taste, turned his way when he stepped out of the Ferrari with his black-suited gallant bodyguard.
Kieran came to the public not as a businessman trillionaire today, but as a new money guy. He wore baggy jean knickers. A slightly oversized shirt over an inner round neck. Guys look hotter in loose-fitting dresses, to begin with.
And Kieran wasn't just believing that if he couldn't prove it. Because almost immediately, a lady approached him at a slow, practiced pace, her golden-sparkling crop top one thing that most drew her to him.
She sluggishly stopped before him, a gentle smile playing over her thin pink lipstick and a persuasive stare lurking in her eyes. She chewed gum so carefully that anyone would feel the urge to draw closer, to hold those lips up and bash them. And Kieran wasn't so immune to the seduction... He inched closer and held her chin up, with her lips just a heartbeat from his.
The lady breathed shakily before pulling a smile that seemed a confident one, though shaky as well. "Are you famous?" she whispered in a tone that grips the heart with pleasure, with a need to succumb to a call.
Kieran asked, his tone deep, searching for his reflection in her eyes.... The lady could feel something, something like desire, sprouting inside her in a way she just want to hold this man closer....
"Can you scream?"
The lady smiled with a sharp breath, drew closer and put her lips over Kieran's. His were soft, like a yellow papaya. His lip balms smelled nice, too. And hers? On average of the tons Kieran had kissed.
"Yes, daddy," she replied, exhaling sharply at the end. "Now.... what? Wanna smell my punani?"
Kieran smirked, brought her lips towards his again, that she had already submitted to him. To be controlled and ride to craziness. But before the lips met, Kieran turned her face aside and walked past her.