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Chapter 11 - Mafia Lord meets Mr. Fashionista

The venue shone with dozens of sparkling chandeliers. Enchanting music took over the bodies of the beautiful couples filling the venue.

From A-list actors and actresses, to rich business tycoon, the place was swarmed with the best of the best. One could easily guess from the scale of the event; the launch was clearly for elites.

Among them, a charming man significantly stood out. His white, sheer shirt that was barely buttoned up and yellow mink fur coat accompanied with black leather pants grabbed the attention of every person present there.

Each item on his body was a limited edition luxury piece, from the clothes to his Gucci Fiat 500's. One look at him and it was recognizable; it was the model-like Gabriel Arthur.

He paced around the venue, swirling a glass of wine in his fingers, greeting the invited guests.

Looking at him, the Chairman of T&H group rubbed his hands together, approaching Gabriel.

"Ehehe, the launch is wonderful tonight, Mr. Gabriel."

Gabriel smirked and spoke, "Well, it's all thanks to your support, Mr. Eric. How about I help you take a look at our newly launched items?"

"Hahaha, what can an old man like me understand about your industry. Why don't I let my dear daughter, Angela, over here accompany you?"

Eric pulled a beautiful woman in a green evening gown close to him. Angela coquettishly looked up at Gabriel, fluttering her eyelashes with a red tint spread over her cheeks.

Gabriel eyed the woman from top to bottom and smirked. He ran his thumb over his lips as he snaked his arm around the captivating woman's waist.

He then excused himself from the Chairman and took his daughter to show around the venue.

"Gabe, I can call you that, right?" Angela shyly spoke.

"You can call me whatever you want, baby,"

Gabriel smirked as his hands slid down from her waist to settle on her hips. His teasing fingers made circles over it as they finally groped it gently. A soft moan slipped from between Angela's lips.

She quickly pursed her lips noticing that they were still in the middle of the crowd.

Gabriel deeply chuckled as he took her to a corner of the venue.

The angle to that corner was perfect; they could see everyone in the hall from there, but no one could see them.

"We should be out of sight here. So, let me hear you some more, yeah?" Gabriel breathed close to Angela's ear as he pushed her against the wall.

He bit and sucked on her jawline, sliding his tongue down to her neck.

His hands were quick as he reached for the dress' zipper on her back. Angela whined at his sly action.

He went back to her lips while his hands remained over her bossoms.

"You're sure, no one, can see us, right?"

She took short breaths between the intimate kiss.

As he was about to deepen the kiss, the crowd started to bustle a little more than usual. Noticing the disturbance, he switched their bodies and let Angela's exposed back face the open.

He placed his hand over her neck and pushed his tongue deeper into her mouth. The pleasure of the kiss was more enjoyable as she shut her eyes close and felt the rhythms of each other's tongue.

While, Gabriel hawked his eyes over to the crowd. That was when he noticed, a certain exclusively invited guest of his had arrived.

Just as Albert entered, all eyes quickly fell onto him. His enchanting aura easily bedazzled the entire venue.

However, the man was far from trying. He languidly paced around the luxurious hall with his hands in his pocket in simple black pants and shirt with a red tie.

It was simple but on a man as charming as Albert; it was bewitching. Though Mark had told him to put on his best suit, Albert did not want to put in any effort in some petty fashion line launch. Yet, men or women, all had their eyes set on the Mafia Lord.

Albert swfitly picked up a glass of wine from the passing waiters and strode around the venue in search of a certain someone.

Soon, he reached a certain corner of the venue. In that specific corner, a man and woman were intimately making out.

Disgusted, Albert was about to turn away, when the man in that corner moved away from the woman's lips.

His hands never left the woman's waist who fell over his shoulder to catch a breath. Nor did his sight that caught the eyes of the Mafia Lord in front of him.

Looking closely, Albert could say that the man before him was the son of his late enemy. Gabriel maintained his eye contact, smirking at Albert.

He lowered his head to the woman and whispered something in her ear. She hurriedly held onto the dress which was almost falling to her waist and scurried away.

Gabriel walked closer to where Albert stood. On his way, he too grabbed a glass of wine.

"Welcome, Mr. Albert! I've been dying to meet you."

"It didn't look like you were waiting for me." Albert scoffed.

Mark, who was accompanying him from behind, shifted in alert. Albert signaled him from his finger to relax and leave. Mark simply complied.

"What was your name again? Felix? Arthur? Gamerick?" Albert contemplated sincerely.

"Haha, it's Gabriel Arthur, Mr.Albert. Do remember it, please."

"Is that so? Then who was Felix? I could've sworn I saw a man like you named just that."

"Then you must've chanced upon my now dead father."

"Dead? My bad." Albert mockingly lowered his eyes.

"No reason for you to feel sorry." Gabriel's eyes and lips did not stop smiling even once.

"By the way, did you take a look at my newly released collection? I invited you so you could see just that," he shifted his eyes up and down Albert.

"Huh! What interest could I have in something so childish?" Albert smirked.

"Then how about we go somewhere that does interest you?"

Albert raised an eyebrow. Gabriel had him lead to a room by the end of the hall. The room was lit with neon lights through and through.

A glass cupboard was spread throughout the front wall filled with alcohols of different ages and values; each one definitely luxurious than the other.

A bartender stood and prepared drinks at the counter in front of the cupboard. 

"Martin, get me a Pina Colada, and uh-"

"Whiskey, neat."

"What he said."

"Then, shall we get down to business Mr. Albert?" Gabriel smirked...