She looked around and saw the 'hot models' at the party.
"Where are these other girls from?" she asked Bono.
"Pfft! Them? Talent agencies. Luxury strip clubs. Escort services. The organizers paid a steep dime to get the best girls. But they are all uglies compared to you, baby."
"Thanks, Bono."
Her manager did exaggerate her beauty sometimes. Nevertheless, he was not wrong this time. The girls traipsing around as if the place belonged to them were undoubtedly attractive from their shapes and sizes. However, nobody came close to Claire in sheer beauty. She turned more heads than all of them combined.
The agency girls were either too skinny or full of silicone implants. Tainted unnatural bodies that even a dumb whore could get under the surgeon's blade. God knew how many men they had already slept with. How many of them have had vaginoplasties and labiaplasties? She shuddered, simply thinking about it.
Claire, on the other hand, was a goddess. She was designed to seduce the titan, Jake Grayson.
"Where is he? And who are his friends, really?" she asked Bono again, exploring the VVIP group.
"Didn't I tell you already? See that crowd standing over there?"
"Yeah?"
"The shady slim guy in casuals?"
"Wait, is that Rory James?"
"Yeah, baby, the one and only."
Rory James was a social media influencer. A YouTube star with ten million subscribers. He was a globetrotter, painter, bestselling author, and sports enthusiast. His opinions were divine prophecies for his followers.
"Well, I am not surprised."
"Moving on, the three guys beside him are Stuart Spencer, Tom Chicksaw, and Mike Perry, heirs of the other three top-five billionaires of Norwich. Seducing any of them will make your life, baby. Then there is Todd Parker, the Mayor's son. Kumar Rajesh, the Assistant District Attorney."
Claire's eyes fell on the man around whom the elite crowd revolved around.
He was taller than the rest, in a fitting indigo waistcoat. Raven black hair, a legacy of his mother, was slicked back to perfection. A Scottish jawline under an imperial nose, combined with the youthfulness of his face, was a treat of the gods. He was a notch above Rory James in looks. That really meant something. Being hotter than a celebrity, who was famous for being hot.
"That is Jake Grayson, baby!"
"I am going in, Bono!"
"Uh, right now?"
"Yeah, I am feeling the magic!"
"Ah, perfect! Then go for it, baby!"
Bono had come to learn that every time Claire had felt 'the magic', she had performed marvelously. Whether it was a ramp walk or an interview, she shone like the star she was meant to be.
"Best of luck, and do not forget to smile, baby."
Claire smoothed her spaghetti-strap dress. It was a black bodycon, custom-made for her. The beauty was five foot seven and had 6% body fat. The figure-hugging dress over her perky, round breasts and sinewy hips made every straight male salivate.
Claire's heels clicked beats as she walked to the bar near the VVIP area. All the men present, including Jake Grayson and his entourage, turned their heads. It was as if a spell had been cast.
Jake, especially, after a very, very long time, found himself biting his lip. Those who knew him well could tell that he bit his lip when he was depressed or aroused. However, the scene before him was nothing to be depressed about.
"I like that fanny, mate!" George Spencer whispered. The British-American heir lacked propriety.
"Look at that ripe piece of ass!" Mike Perry groaned, who was the most spoiled heir in the group.
"Guys, keep it classy," Jake reprimanded his friends. He reviewed the woman in front of them again and concluded that their utterances, even though rude, were not unfounded.
"Who is that?" he asked, elbowing Rory and finally taking a sip of the wine that the waiter had replaced three times already.
Rory James was Jake's best friend from college. The two were really close. Jake never made a new acquaintance or made changes to his lifestyle without consulting Rory. He was most likely to be the future best man at the Grayson wedding.
"Come on, Jakey boy," Rory mocked him. "Which rock are you living under? You are so occupied in running the damn company that you have never heard of Claire Fox, Miss Norwich World of 2021?"
All the other bachelors nodded in approval. The heirs were filthy rich but had much leisure compared to Jake, who was the full-time chairperson and CEO of Grayson Enterprises.
"Hmm. Interesting." Jake looked and sounded impressed.
"She is practically the hottest woman in the city," Kumar Rajesh said. "Even the courthouse judges know her, Jake."
The billionaire eyed Claire Fox closely. She was a few decimal points more attractive than Ashley. Perhaps that was the Miss World Norwich tag speaking?
There was only one way to find out whether she was indeed better than his girlfriend.
"Rory, I need a favor."
"Anything for you, Jakey boy."
"I am going to the gallery to get some air. I would appreciate it if I had some company."
While the others looked perplexed, Rory understood Jake's intention. He gave his friend a two-finger salute. "All righty, then!"
It was not the first time Rory had been asked for such favors. Usually, Jake was straightforward when he wanted something.
The top billionaire of the city minced words only when he wanted one thing.
Jake wanted to fuck Claire Fox.