Chapter24: I really miss you

I was reading the book while drinking a mug of black coffee. To be honest, I wanted to drink hot chocolate with marshmallows, but I wanted to maintain my good shape, so I did not drink a hot chocolate. I carefully monitored every food and drink that passed from my mouth into my stomach. Guys with six-pack abs were popular among ladies.

I hadn't moved on from Daphne, but I had needs as a guy. I needed to satisfy my sexual desires, so I slept with quite a few ladies. Besides, I might respond to the old gay man looking for a model. I didn't need the money because I had a healthy balance in my bank account. I just wanted to be famous so that when Daphne saw my underwear ad, she would run back to me and abandon her girlfriend.

Daphne, I truly believed, was gender fluid. We slept with each other a lot when we were together. I was fairly certain she did not become a lesbian after our breakup. Maybe she ended our relationship because she wanted to try something new with a woman. Our relationship was perfect; there was nothing wrong with it. I was confident that Daphne would eventually come to her senses and return to me.

My phone began to vibrate. I received a notification. Daphne read my message and responded.

Her response was as follows:

Hello there, Alex! Oh, my goodness, it's been a long time since we spoke. How are you doing? How are things going? I hope everything is going well for you. Of course, I'll be at Christian's farewell party. See you!

By the way, I really miss you.

My heart was pounding! Daphne stated that she misses me! She didn't even say if she was going to Christian's farewell party with her girlfriend. Perhaps Daphne wants to see me and will be alone with me after the party. I detected a breakup and a new relationship.

I was relieved because Daphne was going to the farewell party and wouldn't be with her girlfriend. Why? Perhaps she secretly desired to meet with me and would return to me. I remembered how I had given up hope that Daphne would ever choose to be with me again. I honestly thought she'd moved on from me. I suspected she wasn't truly in love with Ash.

Daphne was drawn to beautiful things and people. Maybe she thought Ash was very attractive. I mean, I have to admit, Ash was stunning. Daphne was so taken with Ash that she thought, "hmm, why not try being with a woman for a change?"

You're almost done playing Daphne. Your lengthy relationship with Ash was coming to an end. We planned to meet again soon. I need to prepare myself. I was going to a nearby mall tomorrow to buy new nice clothes and an expensive perfume. Daphne wouldn't help but notice my nice clothes and smell my cool scent. I'd also visit a barbershop to get a new stylish haircut.

I knew I was handsome, but in order to make myself even more attractive, I needed to up my game. Tomorrow, I would be your brand-new Alexander Pierce.

Of course, I didn't have to just prepare myself. I also needed to get something for Daphne. Of course, I should give Christian something because he would throw his farewell party. I'd give him something he'd enjoy.

I dialed Renee's number. She was a female friend of mine. To be more specific, a friend with benefits. I told her everything she needed to know about Daphne. She understood our relationship. After my breakup with Daphne, I slept with a lot of ladies. I had a lot of friends with benefits. But the majority of them became clingy and fell in love with me. Except for Renee.

She was aware of our situation and my emotions. She never asked or demanded anything from me. She was a confidante of mine. She was like a best friend to me. We slept, however, whenever it was convenient for us. She was the ideal friend with benefits. I put my trust in her.

"Hello, Renee," I said when she picked up the phone.

"Hello, Alex! What's up?” She greeted me happily.

"Are you available tomorrow? I was wondering if we could go shopping tomorrow?" I informed her of Christian's farewell party.

"Yes, I'm available tomorrow," she said.

"Okay, great," I said. “I'm going to buy some new clothes and perfume for myself. I'll also get something for Christian and Daphne. Please assist me in selecting the best ones."

"No problem, dude," she responded. "But you must treat me."

"Treat you?" You've surpassed me in wealth!" I said to her.

"I have not!" She said defensively.

“Come on, just buy me my favorite coffee," she said.

"Is that all?" Just a cup of coffee?" I asked.

"And a slice of cake," she added sweetly.

"Aren't you supposed to stay in shape?" I asked. I was surprised that she desired to consume such sinful food and drink.

"Come on, I only have those once a month!" She defended herself.

"Okay, dude," I said, "but remember to wear your shades."

She laughed. "Yes," she said.

Renee, as I previously stated, worked as an exotic dancer in a club I frequented as a teenager. Renee rose to the position of leader and visual for the Gorgeous Vixens dance troupe. She was the most attractive member of the group, which is why she was dubbed the visual. When she was eighteen, she auditioned for the dance group. Lolita Sullivan, a talent manager, was in charge of the group.

Lolita Sullivan was quite strict when it came to the girl dance group. They were not allowed to have a boyfriend or a sugar daddy. They were also not permitted to gain weight. The "fattest" member should also have a 25-inch waist. Any member who exceeded that waistline would be fired. The minimum age was also twenty-five. When a member reached the age of twenty-six, she would graduate from the group, which meant she should leave.

The dance group was constantly dancing in the noontime show Out of the Box, which aired Monday through Friday. On Saturday nights, they went to Fiery Red, a nightclub. They performed provocative dances in front of a male-dominated audience. The audience had a great time watching them dance. The ladies were stunning, sexy, and talented.

The Gorgeous Vixens were a well-known female dance group. They were adored by men and coveted by women. They had a lot of fans, but they also had a lot of detractors. Many critics complained that the dancers were too sexy. They also claimed that they lacked talent and that their only reason for fame was their youth and beauty. Naturally, the fans claimed that the critics were simply jealous.

The dancers, on the other hand, were fantastic. However, critics claimed that for a girl group to be considered talented, the girls must be well-rounded. So The Gorgeous Vixens members took voice lessons. Renee already knew how to sing, so the voice lessons only served to improve her singing voice and style. The other members struggled at first to reach the correct notes, but they learned how to sing in less than two months.

Renee was an excellent performer. She could breakdance, dance, sing, and play the guitar. Renee sang and played the guitar in an acoustic setting during breaks from intense dancing.

The Gorgeous Vixens were five stunning and talented ladies.

Renee had porcelain skin, dark brown hair that was long and wavy, and the smallest waist in the group. She was outgoing, hardworking, and considerate.

Courtney had fair skin, was tall, and had long wavy red hair. She was distant and snobbish. She thought she was the most attractive dancer in the group. She refused fan photo requests unless she was performing in a show or gig.

Pinky had brown skin, was skinny, and had curly, medium-length dark hair. She was very friendly, but she could be deceptive with people she didn't like. She shared a lot of great ideas for the group.

Lorraine had doe eyes, white skin, and straight black hair. She was a bubbly person on the outside, but she was dark on the inside. She had experienced many traumas in the past, so she coped by dancing.

Cheska was tanned and leggy, with light blonde straight short hair. She was vivacious and wild. She was a shoplifter and a hustler in the past. But she changed her ways after meeting the top talent manager, Lolita Sullivan. Being a member of the Gorgeous Vixens changed her life.

Renee rose to fame as a seductive actress. She was discovered by a showbiz mogul named Edward Macchione, who also directed a number of rated-18 films. Renee was handpicked by the director to play the lead in the sexy film Pick a Rose in a Garden Full of Thornes. She played the character of Maya Reed in the film. Maya Reed is a young and beautiful teacher for college students. Many male students admire her because she is attractive and seductive. For the same reason, many female students are envious of her. A girl in her class called Agatha hates Maya to the point that she secretly spreads rumors about her.

These are some examples of rumors: 1. Maya was a prostitute before becoming a teacher. 2. That she was so bad at math that she slept with her Calculus professor in order to pass the class; 3. Her father disowned her after seeing her dancing in a seedy club; and 4. She sleeps with some male college students.

Agatha instructs her boyfriend Matt to make Maya fall in love with him, thereby confirming the fourth rumor. Matt obeys Agatha like a dog obeys his master because he is in love with her.

So Matt pursues Maya. He showers her with flowers, stuffed animals, and letters. Maya turns him down. She claims she does not date students. Instead, Matt befriends Maya in order to slow things down. They eventually get along and become friends. They have so much in common that they can talk for hours over coffee.

Matt soon invites Maya to a house party. He pours something into Maya's glass. She collapses. Matt leads her to the bed. He invites his fraternity brothers to rape her and photograph her. Maya awakens with her entire body aching. She is being surrounded by the guys who raped her.

Maya screams at the guys and threatens to report the crime they committed against her to the police. Matt tells her that no one will believe her because she has photos of her "having fun" with them on her phone. She tries to take Matt's phone, but his friend Bruce punches her. Maya leaves the house feeling hopeless.

That film was extremely depressing. I saw it a few weeks ago. It was a big hit. I was relieved that, despite her hectic schedule, Renee had time to hang out with me.

Renee, despite becoming a sexy actress, continued to dance with the Gorgeous Vixens in their nightly gigs.

"Which of these polo shirts do you like better?" Renee asked, smiling at me. She was holding a white polo with a collar in her left hand. It had a design of black leaves on the front. The design was simple. She was holding a sky blue ombre polo shirt in her light hand.

"That one," I said, pointing to the left. I liked how simple that polo shirt was. The other one was cool, but it appeared to be too loud. People might think I'm happy for Christian's leaving if I wear that bright polo.

"Leaves," Renee said with a smile.

She showed me two different pairs of pants. Her left hand held light blue denim pants, while her right held black slacks.

I went with the black slacks. I already had black shoes at home, so I'd put them on.

"I'd like to see you try them on," she suggested.

I entered the dressing room and put on the clothes. "You appear formal," she commented.

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked.

"No, it's fine. You're as attractive as ever," she said.

I purchased the clothing. I carried them in the bags provided by the store.

"I think you should get some perfume," she advised.

“Why? Do I have a bad odor?" I asked.

"No, not at all," she said, shaking her pretty head. "But you need a new perfume so Daphne will go crazy over you and won't resist you," she said.

I laughed and smiled a little. "All right," I said. She laughed. Renee was so pretty. I'd date Renee if I wasn’t in love with Daphne. Renee was dressed in a Ramones crop top, distressed denim pants, and white sneakers. She was wearing dark shades so that no one would approach her because she is now famous. She smelled of a Tom Ford perfume.

"You look and smell nice," I said to Renee.

"I know, right?" she smirked.

"Have you got a boyfriend?" I asked her out of curiosity.

"Of course not," she replied, "you know our manager forbade us from dating anyone."

"That's a ridiculous rule," I said flatly.

"Well, that's the cost of belonging to a famous dance group," she explained. She shrugged.

"So you don't date anyone in secret?" I asked.

"Why do you ask, Romeo? Isn't Daphne who you want?" she asked.

This was said in a flirtatious tone.

"Of course, I love Daphne," I defended myself.

"Relax, I'm just kidding," she said.

We bought a perfume for myself from Creed. I bought a diamond necklace for Daphne from Tiffany and Co.

"What would you get for your dear friend, Christian?" Renee asked.

"Oh, I know what he wants," I answered confidently.

I bought Air Jordan shoes from Nike. "Wow! That's incredible!" Renee exclaimed!

"Now, get a new haircut," she advised. We went to a barbershop nearby.

"Are you going to stay here and wait?" I asked her.

"Yes," she confirmed.

"Are you certain? You might become bored. You can go shopping," I told her.

"No, it's fine," she replied. "I'll just sit here and read a book.”

I asked the barber to cut my hair in a pompadour style. The barber stood tall and sported a blonde faux hawk. My request was granted by the barber.

While I was getting my hair cut, Renee was reading a Nicholas Sparks novel.

When I was finished, I went up to Renee.

"Wow, you're really hot!" She exclaimed.

"I knew you'd say that," I smugly said.

She hit me with her elbow in good fun.

We walked out of the barbershop. I was carrying a bag of hair products in order to keep my cool hairstyle. "Let me assist you," Renee offered. She was carrying a bag containing my hair products and perfume. I carried clothing bags and Daphne's necklace and Christian's Air Jordan shoes.

Except for the perfume and hair products, we packed everything I bought into my car. We put the perfume and hair products behind the baggage counter.

Renee exclaimed enthusiastically, "Let's go to Starbucks!"

Renee asked for a strawberry cake slice and a Mocha Frappuccino, so I got both. I ordered an Espresso and a dark chocolate Macademia for myself.

I observed Renee as she ate and drank. I enjoyed seeing her smile.

"Many thanks for your treat, Alex!" she said.

"Don't hold it against me if you gain weight," I told her.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to gain weight. I work out like crazy," she explained.

We both finished our meals and drinks. They were enjoyable. They were delectable.

We left the coffee shop as soon as we finished our orders.

Renee was being watched by a group of teenagers, two males and two females.

"Oh, no, I think they recognize you," I told Renee quietly.

The teenagers requested fan photos with Renee, their idol. Renee agreed to their request. She even took off her shades so they could take good photos. She was thanked by the teenagers.

The fans were talking to each other. These were what they said:

"Wow, she's beautiful!"

"And humble, as well."

"I like your selfie with her better!"

"Well, you can always use a smiley to hide your face."

But then we noticed how many people had gathered around Renee. She obliged their requests for autographs and photographs. Later on, a crowd gathered around us, and some of them even asked if we were a couple. Renee replied, "We're just friends," which was true. More people were approaching us, and Renee would need all day to fulfill all of her fans' requests.

"We have to get moving," I advised her quietly. We both took off running. We took my belongings from the package counter. Then we dashed to my car and got inside. I was driving my car. We were still surrounded by Renee's ardent supporters. The guards stopped the fans and told them to move back. I drove us safely at my home.

Renee and I kept laughing about the situation as we entered my house.

"Your fans are insane!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, they're really into me," she said.

"Yeah, I noticed that," I said. "It was as if it was their first time seeing a celebrity. Especially a lovely one."

"Aw, you're so sweet," Renee exclaimed, "you flatter me way too much."

I scoffed. "As if you don't know you're beautiful. You turn heads all the time." She laughed lightly.

"You're also quite attractive," she added. "If you want, you could be a model. But it appears that you aren't interested."

"In fact, I am," I admitted.

“Really?" she asked. "I have many contacts in the modeling industry. All you have to do is put together a portfolio of your creative photographs," she explained.

"I have done that," I admitted. "This old gay man named Roger Dixon is the manager of the top underwear company Adonis. He initially contacted me through Facebook. He mentioned that he was looking for a new model for his underwear line. If I was interested, he told me to send my portfolio. He was impressed by my photographs. I'll see him the day after tomorrow."

"Oh, that's fantastic! I know him personally. He's great!" She explained.

"That's encouraging," I said.

"Anyway," she continued, "what inspired you to try modeling? I just assumed you weren't interested in that sort of thing. I used to think of you as this handsome, intelligent, and mysterious guy. I can't believe you're interested in modeling."

"Well, I want to be a model so that Daphne will get thirsty and crawl back to me," I admitted.

"Oh my God! You are insanely in love!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, I am," I said, nodding.

We were sitting on my living room sofa. It began to snow outside. Renee was trembling. She embraced herself. I turned on the fireplace.

"Would you like a hot chocolate?" I asked her.

"Yes, please," she replied.

I requested that my maid bring us hot chocolate. The maid set the table with two mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows.

Renee and I drank our hot cocoa.

"You know, I was planning to watch a movie with you, but my diehard fans ruined my plan," Renee explained.

"That's fine," I said. "Here, we can watch a movie."

I gave her various movie DVDs. She chose, Love, Rosie.

"Excellent decision!" I told her. "It's one of my personal favorites."

"Do you mind if we watch it together despite the fact that you've already seen it?" she asked.

"I'm fine with it," I said. "It's a fantastic film."

"All right, let's watch it," she said.

We watched the film. Love, Rosie tells the story of a girl who has a male best friend. The two best friends are inseparably close. They have no idea they are falling for each other. They date other people with the expectation that they will be nothing more than best friends. They find themselves falling in love with each other all of a sudden. They are, however, already committed to other people. Will they be honest with each other about their feelings?

I won't tell you what happens in the film because I don't want to ruin it for you.

Renee and I were sitting so close to each other while watching the movie. She rested her head on my shoulder.

Renee whispered to me after we finished watching the movie.

"That was a lovely film," I said as I leaned in for a kiss on the lips.

We kissed passionately for quite some time.

Let's keep this going in my room?” I proposed.

"Yes," she said, her voice husky.

We exchanged a long French kiss. I was enjoying the flavor of her mouth.

I took off her shorts and panty. Renee took my pants off. I kissed her butt. She gave me a fellatio and then stroked my manhood with her smooth hands expertly moving around it. With her mouth, she slowly and lovingly gave pleasure to my groin. Her mouth was massaging my member. As she gave me head, I held her hair. She licked my staff while repeatedly moving her hands up and down against it. Her lips, tongue, and hand gave me sexual pleasure.

I took off her top and bra. She stripped me naked. On my bed, I made love to her. In an intense and intimate foreplay, we explored each other's bodies with our hands and mouths. I went into her core. She was happily moaning as my shaft went in and out of her.

My lips brushed against her lovely neck. As I pounded her between her legs, she bit her lips and moaned. We kissed on the lips once more, this time hungrier and more passionately. She jumped on top of me as I lay down on my bed.

"You're so hot, Alex!" She said as she wrapped her cunt around my cock. She was hopping up and down like a bunny.

I sighed. "You're beautiful, Renee," I said.

She moaned as she shifted up and down on me, as I rammed her harder and harder. Her breasts bounced as I moved into and out of her warmth.

I entered her from behind. I moved quickly, then slowly, as she desired. We had a long and painful torrid kiss.

My manhood slid inside her womanhood. I continued to savor her wetness as she wrapped her legs around me.

We kept on making love. She came before I did. She raised her head. I didn't want to ruin Renee's lovely face, so I sprayed my cum on her breasts.

She gave a big smile. "Wow, that's really hot!" She yelled.

"Are you happy?" I asked.

"Of course, I'm happy," she said. "Are you?”

"I'm very happy," I said.

On my bed, we cuddled. "Hey, umm, I’m just wondering," I said.

I couldn't finish my sentence.

"What?" Renee asked.

"Erm, since you're now a celebrity, am I required to I sign an NDA (nondisclosure agreement)?" I replied. “You know, just so you can make sure I won't tell anyone about what happened between us.".

She laughed. “You’re so silly sometimes, Alex!” She told me. “No, you don’t need to sign that kind of stuff. We’ve known each other before I even became famous.”

"Well, I'm glad to hear that," I said. "You are the greatest."

“Why? Because I don't require you to sign an NDA?" She asked.

"No," I replied, "you're the best because you're fantastic in bed. You are not pushy. You are not envious. You have a great understanding of me and our relationship."

"No problem at all, Alex," she said. She lightly patted my back. I gave her a kiss. She returned my kiss.

I went to Roger Dixon's office the next day. He was the manager of the Adonis underwear line. I greeted the lovely receptionist.

"Good morning," I said to the receptionist, "I have an appointment with Mr. Roger Dixon." Jenny's name was written on her nametag. Jenny was petite, with long, straight blonde hair and round brown eyes.

"Great," she said, "please write your name, signature, and date today." I signed the guest book. I informed the secretary that I was Mr. Dixon's new talent.

I handed over the visitor's book to her. "Oh, so you're Alexander Pierce," she said as she read my name and looked up at me.

"Yes, I am," I replied.

She dialed a phone number. "Miss Mara, the new model has arrived. Please come here right away." Mara appeared in less than a minute.

Mara was a brunette. She was also attractive and slim.

"Good morning, Alexander Pierce," she said.

"Good morning, Miss Mara," I said as we shook hands.

"Oh, please call me Mara; I'm just an assistant here," she said.

"All right, Mara," I said shyly.

"Anyway," she said, "I'm here to lead you to the location of the shoot; please come with me. Mr. Dixon has already arrived."

We went to the penthouse. It had a swimming pool and windows that looked out onto the beautiful morning sky and skyscrapers. Mr. Dixon stood near the tall window. He was a middle-aged balding man dressed in a suit and tie.

We exchanged greetings and shook hands. Mara left the penthouse via the elevator.

"Listen, I just had to tell you right away. I know I'm going to sound like an asshole," I admitted to Mr. Dixon. "I want to keep this photoshoot professional."

"I understand," Mr. Dixon said, "just because I'm gay, you assume I sleep with my talents. Don't worry, I don't sleep with my talents. "Especially the new, inexperienced ones," he said, astounded me. "In the modeling industry," he went on.

Dixon was more direct than I was. This time, I reminded myself to be humble.

A male photographer was sitting on the pool bench. He laughed at his boss's remark. Mr. Dixon's bluntness stung me.

"Come on, let's get this started!" yelled Mr. Dixon.

The male photographer, a lean man dressed casually, opened the backdrop in front of the pool. In front of the swimming pool, the backdrop was a beautiful and vast galaxy that looked ethereal.

Mr. Dixon instructed me to put on the Adonis brief. "However, please use the restroom. We don't want you to be uncomfortable in around us," he added.

I went to the restroom, undressed, and put on the brief. I was shivering.

Mr. Dixon looked at me as I emerged from the restroom. He examined every inch of my body.

"Do you exercise?” He asked.

"Yes," I replied. "Three times a week."

"Okay, so you have six pack abs and a flawless body, which is fantastic. George here will have no trouble editing your photos," he said.

"But you have to show us more than just your good looks. You must also demonstrate your personality. Make sure the photos reflect your personality.”

I nodded. I posed for the photographer. The talented photographer advised me on some poses. Every time I posed, he said things like "nice," "looking great," and "awesome." The photo session lasted thirty minutes.

George showed me the photos he had taken with his camera. The photographs were excellent. I couldn't wait to see the final result.

"Wonderful job, guys," Mr. Dixon said to me and the photographer. Mr. Dixon patted me on the back and said, "We'll see you in the billboards next week."

To my ears, this sounded like music! I couldn't wait to see myself on billboards! Daphne would rush back to me as soon as she saw my photos!