Vernon Müller, German, multi-billionaire, tall with blue-grey eyes and chiselled features.
Standing at six foot three he possessed an athletic build mostly from climbing and occasionally kickboxing, is a man who many envied.
They had all right too; he had everything many could only dream of having. And if the great creator pitied mortals, he created two of him; a twin brother.
Money, background and a body of a perfect combination of the most elite cultures in the world. (Don't bash me, it's fiction!)
Presently he had free time, specifically made from his busy schedule, like now.
He sat at the bar, his gaze seemingly uninterested, a look of pure distaste on his handsome face forming an arrogant sneer.
The decorations to celebrate the festive season were well put together but utterly gaudy in his eyes. The women on the stage who performed on the poles were beauties, but did nothing to attract his eye or affect his libido.
It was boring. He was bored.
Yet, what can he do? This was his choice, especially when the music began. He should have booked a room, unfortunately all were taken, and he had no desire to be alone. So here he is, he just felt he had to be here.
Why? Yeh, he did not know.
His present lover was an American actress in her prime, not by age but by her highest accumulated fame.
This was because of his one or two interventions after her coaxing.
The actress herself was a year older than himself yet she seemed much younger in appearance. This is the only reason he still paid her any heed. Straight blonde hair, mostly enhanced by her personal hairstylist, shorter than himself by thirteen inches with a slim form he had the pleasure of plundering once a week or whenever he had time, sometimes twice.
Three weeks ago; he had last taken pleasure between those slim thighs but now he had thought about it and found that this woman simply needs to be dismissed.
She had broken their agreement; clingy, questioning and even tried to entrap him.
A man his age. Could she even dare to trap?
Vernon sneered, swirling the dark liquid in the glass he held in his hand.
The actress had played her part well; he had to admit, for the four months he had been with her, the first three were not... Bad. Still, like all his other lovers, she had run her course.
He despised clingy women, wanting more than he was willing to give. How to officially dump her now though he is not sure.
His gaze travelled around the room before stiffening.
Women continued to flock near him, trying to get his attention, some even being so bold as to touch him but that did not go well. He is the young Müller master. Could he be casually touched by any stray?
None were his type. He preferred blondes that were shorter, sophisticated, and lighter in colour. There is no problem with a little colour, but he preferred his vanilla.
In fact, some of these women met all three, but he found they still could not whet his appetite. Though this club catered to those of a higher class and offered women that had a sort of lure, he still found them quite dirty.
Women who used to body to work are not frankly judged by him, but he has to think of the bigger picture. His ex had to have a certain class, while his future wife must have a spotless background. She must be his type at least—he doesn't want to f*ck a dead fish and has to be turned off by her looks as well.
Presentable on the outside but his blow-up doll on the inside.
Vernon Müller picked up the dark liquid in a well-manicured hand. Looking down at it, he thought to himself that at least this club had quality drinks.
The aged rum he had ordered from the bar swirled in his hand. His mind trailed until he found himself thinking about his company and those affiliated with it. All of which he had passed to his brother to manage while he took a much-needed break.
Being in the spotlight constantly, forcing him to be constantly scrutinised.
Vernon Müller clenched his free hand, feeling his anger build, it is good he did not allow any woman to appear in public by his side, imagine all the unnecessary pairing adding to that the hounding of his family and then there is his mother...
"A coke with a twist of lime, please and thank you."
Vernon Müller was jolted from his thoughts upon hearing that raspy voice. It was feminine, and it travelled directly to his d*ck. Techno music blazed in the background, a break from the happy irritating Christmas music. Regardless of this, he was still able to hear her clearly, as if she was speaking directly in his ear, tempting his d*ck to rise, straining within his pants. Never mind, she was half a foot away from him.
Her accent was of the locals, but without the slang. Each word she had spoken in that short sentence was perfectly pronounced.
Vernon Müller frowned, feeling uncomfortable at the arousal from a voice and not even a face to be placed to a body that can barely be seen because she was mostly blocked by those women who wanted to get closer to him.
Tch, this was a sign anyway. It is time for him to finish his drink and leave this place. After all, it is beginning to get too crowded for his taste.
Placing the glass against his lips, Vernon Müller took a sip.
He had to admit, this island had decent rum. He had bought three aged bottles costing him five thousand euros each.
"Hi, you seem bored."
The raspy voice said closer to him, almost directly in his right ear. Her breath carried a slight chill, but Vernon Müller did not mind this. The scent was also not bad, a bit like blueberries, and it even travelled directly to his d*ck, forcing it to strain almost painfully behind his pants.
Annoyed that she had dared invade his personal space, even forcing him to react in this manner, Vernon Müller turned abruptly, seeing her jump back quickly, which somehow annoyed him further.
His blue-grey eyes searched until they landed on the beauty with red hair, raised a blonde, almost white brow ready to dismiss her.
Somehow, things did not go as he wanted and in turn, his hand encircled a rather small waist he felt he could span with both hands easily. His hand travelled downwards, and he felt himself grow even harder.