Luxuria นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her chest slowly lightened and she nodded thankfully, following him out. He drove them to a high-rise building and they took an elevator to the top. As they walked, Isabelle took note of her surroundings both unsurprised yet flabbergasted. It turned out that this was XX luxury, a brand reputable to be the home of the highest paid beauty consultants in the country. Their clients were all bigwigs and having been in the aristocratic circle for so many years while married to Gregory, she knew a few people who shopped with them. Their offers were all based on subscriptions and the higher your premium level was, the higher the benefits and treatment. It was way out of her league.

Or maybe they just knew better than to ask questions. The suite we were staying in wasn’t just a room—it was an entire floor. Gold accents, hand-painted murals on the ceilings, and silk-draped windows that framed the Rialto Bridge in the distance. It screamed excess, but that was Luca. Everything about him was larger than life, from the money he threw around like confetti to the way he carried himself, as if the world itself owed him its allegiance. I couldn’t lie to myself—this world was intoxicating. It was hard not to be swept away by the opulence, the indulgence, the sheer impossibility of it all. But no matter how beautiful the gilded cage was, it was still a cage.

Our kind had a tendency to take more than intended—we were greedy by nature. The club itself was a study in decadent excess. A sleek, high-end erotic playground, where the liquor was as expensive as the clientele was rich. The air was thick with the smell of cigars, aged whiskey, and expensive perfume, blending with the raw scent of desire. The lighting was low and moody, casting long shadows that promised indulgence. Velvet drapes framed the stage, and everything—every detail—was designed to keep the lines between fantasy and reality blissfully blurred.

NIVEA My generous curves seemed to captivate him completely. I watched his lips part and engorge, his cheeks flushing with lust. The way he stared at me—like I was Nefertiti, the goddess of love—made my pussy throb powerfully. A warm, traitorous wave of arousal flooded through my core. He drew in a sharp breath through his mouth and bit his lower lip hard.

Mira agreed, and took a spoonful of her fruit parfait. "What do you want to discuss with me earlier" Brenda asked. "It's business." "Say" "I want you to be my model for the fashion show next week" "What?! Model for LxWear fashion show?" Brenda exclaimed with wide eyes. "Yeah" "And you asked so casually? Am I that popular?" "I don't care." "Queen Bee, it's your time to shine!!!" Layla cheered loudly, causing a few glances to be directed at us. LxWear is a luxury brand jointly owned by different A-line companies and their products are as expensive as the name. Why would Mira want to use an ordinary model for her clothes?

"Tell Nicki Surridge to come here right now. I'm her brother." The manager cast me a scornful glance. "Every now and then, some relatives of Ms. Surridge will come and try to take advantage of her just because she owns this hotel. How could she possibly make time to see you when she's busy managing the business? "Please hurry up and pay the fine. We have a high table turnover rate here. Many customers are waiting to dine here." Since it was the weekend, the private rooms were all reserved. I was dining in the general dining area.

Two months later Là curz… People call it paradise on earth, a world of luxury and excess that others spent their whole lives pursuing. Yet, it was a world of decadence and corruption. In one of the lavish private rooms, a man lounged on a sofa in the corner. He was so strikingly handsome that it seemed like the maśterpiece of a great artist, sculpted with the most care. His sharp, defined features exudes wild, yet refined allure, with an aura of untouchable power.

Jayden looked up from the file in his hand. "Yup!" lucas popped the P. "We've got a prime piece of real estate in the downtown area, ripe for development. With your company's resources and expertise, we could turn it into a luxury condominium complex. The profits would be astronomical." he said, leaning back in his seat. I frowned at his carefree attitiude. 'who was this?' I thought, curious. he had a typical mafioso vibe to him. Scar on his right brow, tatoos peeking out of his unbuttoned shirt, ring covered fingers.

It wasn't long nor short ---- it stopped on her knee. "You did have a nice sleep" Lady Deborah professed sweetly and touched her arm. Gina nodded. Lady Deborah sniffed and picked up a cologne standing on the dresser. She spritzed some on her body. The cologne had a deep jasmine scent. Gina inhaled sharply with relish on her face. "Breakfast is ready". Lady Deborah held her hands and led her out of the room. The workers jolted in and out of the mansion. They bowed each time she walked by.