Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up.
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Miami Beach, Florida
Hot air faded from the sky on a bright summer afternoon over the beach city. This was Miami, typical hot as hell weather pouring down from the sky. The beaches were full of people enjoying the sunshine while bars nearby offered shelter from the sun and fresh cold drinks for thirsty visitors to relinquish themselves. Definitely Miami, the usual for anyone that had lived here and grew up used to the city. South Beach was always a playground for fun if one could afford the booming nightclubs, hot sun at the beach and the luxurious Art Deco hotels.
Dean found himself on this day driving down the road in his white Ferrari Testarossa to meet with his friend Jon. The two of them had dropped out of college just three years ago as of this summer, trading their scholarships in film work for a crash course into some serious money with fashion photography. Like many successes in history, the two men found themselves at the right place at the right time involving the right person. If it weren't for James Mack, the two would still be wasting their lives chasing degrees hoping to get rich in a career.
James Mack was a business man in Miami who owned and ran several fashion studios, one of the biggest in Miami. Dean and Jon got the foot in the door from knowing Mack's own son; Carl. A product of nepotism had proven to blow his way through college with major gambling problems and partying, always one step closer to disaster. Dean and Jon had met Carl's father at a party after approaching him about the gambling issues with his son. James had admired the young men for their honesty and offered them a spot within his business after he realized they both had come from poor backgrounds. The proposition had proven to pay off within three years of hard work, as now the business was about to expand due to high profile models coming about in the business.
Nevertheless, none of this was on Dean's mind about now as he pulled the car up on the side of the road parking near the sidewalk. He stepped out of the fancy car and took a moment to feel the heat of the sun high above fall over his face. Girls in bikinis walked by, while a man around his age was rollerskating on the pavement next to the park. He sighed as he began to walk, his long brown hair bouncing a bit while his casual wear of a pink shirt and white pants gave him some comfort. He reached down and put on his black sunglasses, as he began to walk near the palm trees.
"Hey partner, over here!"
A bright smile on Jon's face lit up in the distance while the wind blew through his short wavy blonde hair, while he was sitting at a bench by himself. Dean walked on over to join his friend sitting down next to him and crossing his legs and speaking up.
"What's the scoop with the old man?"
Jon sighed and laughed at his friend while shaking his head.
"You're quick to get to the point as usual, huh? OK then, Mr. Mack wants us to attend some party at that mansion he has on Star Island. You know the one, right?"
Dean nodded, his eyes watching the long line of hotels in front of them with the bikini clad girls and men in swim-trunks walk by on the sidewalk.
"Yeah, I know the one. Guess I'll have to go, got nothing better to do anyway."
"Not me man, I have better things to do for once."
Dean looked over at his friend with a shocked expression.
"Like what?"
Jon cut up with a short laugh while leaning back on the bench.
"Like seeing Maria, that's what."
"Oh that chick? Can't say I blame you, but I will go alone since you don't want to go. Who knows, the last party was pretty interesting."
"That it was."
From the right side of the sidewalk came walking the figure of a girl in casual wear. Stonewashed blue jeans and a T-shirt top. Dean's eyes traced up her figure starting with her white tennis shoes and up those legs of her curvy body. He began to take his sunglasses off to make sure he was really witnessing what was right there in front of him, true beauty that struck a lightning bolt to his heart. A gust of wind blew their her golden hair and from her epic cleavage of the white top Dean caught her eyes just as she turned to see him. The girl smiled before walking off leaving the final view to a lovely rear end. To Dean, this was the most beautiful woman he ever seen in his life.
"Hey man! What's with you?"
The voice of his friend had snapped him out of the trance he had as the girl walked off. Dean smiled over his face before replying back to him.
"Some things in life, you just never know how amazing it is until you see it up close."
Jon rolled his eyes. He could tell that he was mesmerized by that one girl that had walked by, but she was gone by now. Such a blonde bimbo with an amazing body he thought to himself.
"This is Miami, a girl like that is a dime a dozen."
A sigh blew past Dean's lips as he just shook his head at Jon who was smirking. It was innocent little talk and perhaps he'd forget the whole thing later tonight. Jon had to remind him the time, before it escaped his mind.
"Don't forget 10 PM tonight, be there."
"Yeah, I'll be thinking about it. Come on man, you wanna go get some food?"
"Sure, I didn't have lunch anyway so I could use a bite to eat about now."
The two friends got up from the bench and proceeded to walk back to the Testarossa parked and take the drive. Lucky for Jon he took the bus anytime he had to go around South Beach like a day such as this. Dean's mind had been hit with the lightning bolt of that nameless blonde that walked on past, but he was sure he would forget about that while enjoying a night of leisure fun. It was close to 3 on the clock right now, so that gave him plenty time to think about the party and get ready before the night washed away the shiny day.
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7 HOURS LATER
The black of the night had faded over the sky while Dean drove the white car on route to the mansion for the party. He had gotten himself ready an hour ago, taking a nice shower and combing his long brown hair, as well as shaving. He had something of a slight tan over his body, all the result of too much fun out in the sun. Instead of wearing the casual white suits, he went with a grey striped jacket with a black shirt underneath. The nice dress clothes had hugged over his fit body, but dressing the part was only half of the game.
As the Ferrari pulled into the gated entrance to the old man's mansion, Dean parked the speed demon off to the side next to what looked like some Mercedes cars. He watched the lights sink back into the sockets as he shut the car off and then stepped out, shoving the keys into his pockets. Security was always tight around the Mack mansion, far more security guards than anything at the fashion studios. Dean walked his way to the front door and nodded at the guard who just returned the nod and opened the door for him.
Inside the foyer of the mansion, a shuffle of people were walking around while a waiter in a tuxedo offered drinks. Dean quietly invited himself walking about the mansion. Off to the right, was the bar where he was positive people would be seated. There had been so many of these parties at the Mack mansion, he had become grown a liking to the accustomed layout of the mansion. From behind him a voice called out.
"Dean! You made it!"
Turning around, the older face of Trina greeted him with a delightful smile.
"Hey there, I had to come. Jon didn't want to go but I wasn't gonna pass this night up."
"Of course you weren't, this was his party to lose anyway. I got someone I want you to meet later but why don't you go ahead and enjoy yourself with some drinks. I'll be around the back."
"That sounds nice, is the old man here tonight?"
