ABEL'S POV

My intentions for organizing this fashion show turned out to be a success. My longtime friend/ex girlfriend, Juliet Reed had helped out in organizing the event. Being a social media influencer, she had a lot of VIP contacts who proved beneficial for today's event.

"Thanks, you were right about all of this," I said, clinking my champagne flute with hers.

"When have I ever been wrong? How about we go back to your place after this?" She said in a seductive tone.

Juliet never tired of flirting with me. I had absolutely no interest in revisiting our failed relationship. It had barely even been one, it was open and we were both free to do as we pleased. She had been too dependent on drugs and alcohol to feel alright. As soon as she started wanting more from me, I knew it was time to cut her off. It was also no secret to me that Juliet had her eyes fixed on my money.

She was after all a druggie who was always in need of her next high. The fact that I was the only heir of the billionaire Masterson family was enough reason for her to damn the fact that I didn't love her. She just needed a steady inflow of wealth to aid her lavish lifestyle.

She was ready to do anything to get herself my last name. "No, I already have plans for tonight," I replied woodenly.

"I know you are lying. Janet already told me that you have ended things with your French mistress. Now, that implies that there is no one to warm your bed tonight. I could be that person, you—"

Just as she was talking, Mr Gallo, the newly appointed bank manager and some other employees from my father's bank, Masterson Bank stopped in front of me.

Juliet gave them a filthy look before walking away. I started discussing with the men until the model who stood out for me on the runway walked up to us.

She was so incredibly gorgeous with aquamarine eyes, long black hair and full lips that made me wonder if they were as soft as they looked and how they would feel on different parts of my body. 

Her breasts, the first thing I had noticed about her, were high and full. She had such a trim waist that I marveled at how her hips were so well-rounded. 

She had changed the red dress she had on earlier and was now wearing another red dress. Her makeup was light and flawless. Her red dress showed off her creamy cleavage. I mentally facepalmed myself, wondering since when I was so obsessed about breasts. When Mr Gallo introduced her as his daughter, Ginerva, I felt even more disgusted with myself for ogling her like that.

I had no idea that he had such a beautiful lady as his daughter. I noticed they had similar eye colors and hair too. 

I forced myself to talk, but on the inside I was incredibly mesmerized by the beauty in front of me. She had a faint Italian accent which I thought sounded so sexy.

As soon as her father left, I delivered a teasing question, "Seeing that you look like an exquisite work of art, what kind of art are you into, Ginerva?" 

I watched her expression change into that of worry. She seemed a bit confused by my question, but then she replied with, "I paint on canvases, walls and sometimes I paint on skin too. I also do a lot of pencil work too."

"Whenever you need it, my skin is available for you to paint on and whatever else you wanna do," I said the last part in a muffled tone.

"Pardon?" She frowned.

"It's all good. Your father has been an amazing employee so far, according to the reports I got on him. I own various businesses and I must have you know that Masterson Bank is just one of the banks I run, but then it doesn't make it any less dear to me. I expect that he would keep being an excellent employee and ensure to keep the bank's best interest at heart," I told her seriously.

"Thanks for your trust in my father. I believe he won't let you regret this position you have offered him," she smiled.

"Alright. Tell me about you, Ginerva. You are an artist who also models in her spare time and of course kills it," I smiled.

That statement brought a smile to her face, I watched her full lips contort into a smile. I had a strong urge to touch those lips with mine and I wasn't even sure why. I had never reacted so strongly to any woman before and it made me wonder what was so special about her.

"I actually only did that for my friend, Lydia James, she is an upcoming designer. I hope you encourage your friends to patronize her collections," she replied.

"I see, I already asked my assistant to order twenty dresses as soon as the show ended."

"Really? That is so good, thank you. Why would you do that, though?" She queried.

"I will let you know before the end of the night. Can I see some of your works? I might just buy some of them, you know?"

"Well," she said, pausing as though she were contemplating something. "What?"

"This is the right place to show you my artworks. I think they would be best appreciated when seen in private," she said.

I smiled, understanding what she meant. It was obvious that she was flirting with me as well. I played along with her, "I have a feeling that they will be very satisfying. I will definitely enjoy your work, won't I?"

"Yes, most definitely. I have honed my skills over the last year, a friend of mine now calls me a professional," she added.

"I guess we will have to leave here quickly. I can't wait to have those beautiful assets of yours in my hands," I laughed, looking at her breasts for emphasis.

She looked a bit confused and uncomfortable under my heated gaze for a while, but then she replied, "I don't want to drag the CEO out of his own event for something so trivial. Everyone is already watching us with weird looks."

"I am Abel Masterson and I can do as I please. I will leave with you as long as you want to. Surely, you want to show me those skills of yours just as much as I want to see them," I replied.

"Yes, I do," she smiled.

"Then, l

et's go," I said, taking her hand as I led her past the party guests.