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, Florida
Silence had momentarily filled Nigel's hotel room sitting among Brickell Key. Upstairs, Lucy Pinder found herself in the bathroom fixing up her hair after a short shower. Nigel himself was downstairs, talking on his cellphone in privacy. After the events with John Varga, he had found himself in an odd position he wasn't accustomed towards by any means. Usually Nigel was the one who easily won his arguments and business deals, but for once he was on the losing end and had to cave in to the demands of the famed photographer. It was gut wrenching to be defeated by anyone, but Nigel he had no other choice. He wanted the photography session with Lucy to the point he was calling Rosie Jones' agent back with the company to organize a meeting. Earlier in the day, he had phoned Peter to inform him that he would be acting as Rosie's agent in Miami following the negotiation proceedings with John Varga upon her arrival.
"So she's on her way right now? Good, I'm looking forward to seeing her."
Standing up from the couch, Nigel nodded to himself while holding the phone up to his ear. A long sleeve white button-up shirt was clad over his torso while he wore the usual pinstriped dress pants down below. Only his leather belt wrapped around his body and tucked through the loop holes stood out in contrast from the lights above. After hanging up the phone, he placed it on the glass coffee table sitting in front of the couch and then sat back down. Nigel silently thought to himself as he remained secluded alone. Hopefully having Rosie in Miami to meet with Varga would straighten out their business dealing. It still didn't make much sense in his mind that he couldn't shove Varga around with the size of his wallet alone. Most men were usually intimated by Nigel just for the sheer fact of his wealth alone. To come face to face with a man who simply wasn't intimidated by him like this was an alien experience for Nigel. Sitting back on the couch, he rested his right handed fist under his chin while thinking to himself.
Once Lucy was done with her hair, she dressed back up and was prepared to meet Nigel downstairs. The past few days had been something of an adventure between her and the man who now owned her under contract. She was beginning to feel as if Luke were a distant memory in her heart. Lucy had went partying with Nigel, alongside his brother Sebastian. For the first time since joining Nigel, she was beginning to relax and enjoy this new lifestyle alongside him as his loyal 'trophy whore'. It was Lucy herself who had led the charge, calling Rosie Jones and asking her to come along to Miami. Nigel was pleased with Lucy's actions, as she was clearly proving that his favoritism towards her was paying off. Holly Peers wasn't too happy, as evident from the text messages she had been leaving Nigel all morning. He didn't reply back to her frantic texts, most of them concerned with his well being. This wasn't the first time Holly had been beaten out in a competition game played by the man whom she loved. He soon heard footsteps from behind, heels clacking loudly over the floor below. Nigel turned around to see Lucy standing behind him.
"Oh, Lucy..."
Her lips curved into a smile as she glanced back to him. She stood tall in a pair of black high heels, the same in which she had worn earlier this week. Nigel's eyes surveyed her body, as Lucy stood wearing a low cut black blouse with strings over her shoulders. Her massive, signature breasts almost came spilling out of the small shirt. Below the shirt, she had on a a pair of simple polka dotted booty shorts. Since they had no plans to go out tonight, Lucy took to wearing casual clothes around the hotel suite. Nigel spoke again.
"You look magnificent."
"Thank you, dear."
She approached him after he had spoke back. Lucy walked over to the couch, joining her man as she sat on the left side of him. Once more, Nigel spoke to her.
"Rosie is coming to Miami to meet with Varga. Thank you for talking to her. I appreciate that very much."
"It's no problem at all, Nigel. She and I are good friends, I used to talk to her on a daily basis."
Nigel smirked. He was ready to ask a question, one that would reveal much of Lucy's feelings to him about her new place.
"How did she react knowing you are now with Perfect Kiss?"
Giggling a bit, Lucy smiled back to him flashing her teeth.
"Rosie was almost ecstatic over the phone. She couldn't believe it at first, going by her immediate reaction when I told her. She told me she can't wait to see us."
Still in a grin, Nigel nodded his head to her. He began to get up from the couch, moving his hands to cup Lucy's face. Leaning in towards her, he spoke softly.
"Good, you've done a fine job as of late, Lucy. I'm very happy with you."
He then kissed her lips before letting go of her face. Nigel wasn't one to tell a woman that he was proud of her. For Lucy to hear him say he was 'very happy' was something of an achievement. Moving away from the couch, he left her there as he quietly began to march upstairs back to the bedroom. Lucy didn't utter a word to him as she was left alone in her thoughts. She wanted to ask him if they would be seeing his brother again tomorrow. The past few days had been so much fun partying alongside Sebastian. Nigel had soon discovered that Lucy was a clubbing girl, the type who could take on a champion of the dance floor and reign supreme. It was this hobby that made her click so well with Luke, a man known as 'Mr. Disco'. Despite her attitude changing in the last few days towards Nigel, she was still thinking about Luke quietly in her thoughts. There was something about Nigel's brother Sebastian that reminded her of Luke. Something about his warmth kindness and a sense of respect towards her.
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Beyond the white walls of the room, Luke shared a hotel suite with Keeley Hazell across back in South Beach. Upon arriving in Miami, she hooked them a stay for two weeks at one of the most luxurious hotels along Miami Beach. Avoiding the Art Deco hotels that were filled with tourists, it was Keeley's idea to offer Luke the best her money could buy at a place of complete privacy. The suite itself was two rooms, including an upstairs that had a separate bedroom and a balcony view. The first few nights Luke and Keeley had slept in separate rooms, but she felt that was going to change soon between the two of them. She was waiting to make a bit of progress before laying on her act of loving passion. So far, they had only been in town for three days but Keeley had fulfilled her promise to go through her connections in Miami that were linked to Nigel. She knew just where to search, as she had her experience playing in his web of games from the past.
Miami was one of Luke's favorite places to spend a night in the U.S. It was a shame to him that he wasn't spending a vacation here alongside the woman whom he loved. Every day, he thought of Lucy and became curious of how she was spending her days. If he were to find her in Miami, he just hoped that she was in good health. Of course, Luke still had to ponder on the chances of her moving on in life. He was beginning to realize that it was very much a strong chance that she had moved on from her time with him and started over. Before leaving London, Michelle had told him such things and only now Luke was starting to consider them. Whatever the case, he felt that there was nothing to lose here. The odds were stacked against him, but Luke had determined himself to go out down fighting until the end. Such a bold stance had made Keeley respect him more than she had years ago.
