Before the MAD fashion show.
The MAD fashion show had commenced, and Marvin Adams David, the handsome, young, rich, elite founder of MAD group of companies slowly walked towards the Marian Adele David (MAD) Theater's exclusive loge, a small, separated seating area in the auditorium, immediately to the front, side and above the level of the stage.
His sole motive for stepping into the limelight tonight was to witness the unveiling of MAD's first complete swimwear collection such as bikinis, bathing suit, bathing attire, swimming costume, bathing pairs, swimming suit, swimmers, swimming togs, bathers, cossie or swimming trunks for people of all ages.
When Marvin entered the theater, men and women couldn't help but sneak glances at him, captivated by his strikingly defined and scandalously sexy physique. They were awed at his face, sculpted with handsome precision, a chiseled, striking jawline down to his strong chin. He possessed piercing deep eyes, with a rich hue of the color of a serene black night, both perfectly framed by long, dark lashes when he blinked. His arched thick eyebrows on his round forehead added mystery to his gaze. His perfectly groomed brushed up hair expanded his overall appeal. His thin, crisp and well-defined lip edges conveyed masculinity.
The strength of his physical appearance was complemented by a finely hand made tailored MAD clothing that accentuated his stature. Marvin was also tall at one hundred ninety-three centimeters. When he walked, his shoulders showed a broad canvas, with sculpted peaks tapering down to sculpted arms, rippling with power like granite peaks . He possessed well-defined abs, his V-taper emphasized a dramatic narrowing of the waist towards the lower abdomen. Marvin was a walking adonis, leaving sighs and admirations.
As Marvin settled into his seat, he couldn't shake off the feeling of boredom that began to creep in. The runway dazzled with vibrant lights, MAD models flaunting the latest swimwear designs, but Marvin found himself yearning for something more engaging. He realized that this endeavor was no longer challenging. Since even without an effort, MAD products often landed the first choice in the market. However, his PR team was adamant to hold the bikini contest, as it was an annual anticipated MAD event.
Marvin was not interested in attending the contest finale night, but he recognized the significance of hosting a Bikini Contest Event to promote the MAD brand, considering it to be one of the most eagerly awaited events in the fashion world each year. This occasion brought forth only the most stunning men and women, gracing the stage to flaunt the brand's newest apparel line. Thus, Marvin arrived on time even if he preferred to be sleeping quietly at his villa.
This year, the monotony of the fashion show was taking its toll on him. As Marvin reclined in the plush chair of the upscale VIP Loge Box, he motioned for his assistant Jo Peter, who was also his cousin, to sit beside him. Their mothers were sisters. Marvin was born a year older, but they had been together since they were in grade school.
But his personal assistant also best friend, Jo Peter, did not want the responsibility of running his own company. He was contented to assist Marvin, avoiding the grueling task of thinking about everything. Jo Peter wanted to spend his time on his favorite hobby of race car driving and kick boxing.
Looking at Jo Peter, he was also good looking, but in a muscular way. He liked to call himself the CEO bodyguard. But Marvin knew better that his cousin, Jo Peter, liked to play the stock market, and he had enough money to last him a hundred lifetimes. Besides, Jo Peter had three more brothers to keep their company up highly profitable. Unlike Marvin, as the only child, he was bound to decide on everything, work on all issues and shoulder all the blames.
"Bring me Cheval wine," Marvin commanded, his voice filled with a sense of authority that echoed through the quiet ambiance.
His bodyguard, Jack Brown, accustomed to Marvin's cold requests, swiftly disappeared into the depths of the restobar, leaving Marvin to reflect on the glamorous yet empty encounters he had experienced at the fashion show. The allure of beautiful, noble ladies had failed to captivate him, leaving him with a sense of detachment. Perhaps these ladies did not pose any challenge. They were easy lay.
That was why Marvin broke up with his latest socialite, clingy girlfriend, Vanessa Via. Her extreme obsession with derma surgery was getting into his nerves. Vanessa almost institutionalized plastic surgery as the means to fashionable beauty and every time they would meet, she had to introduce herself or the bodyguards would kick her out. It was like she was a different person every after surgery.
Sipping the rich Cheval wine while seated, Marvin pondered the nature of his relationships. He had played on the periphery of romance, engaging with women who sought his attention for various reasons. Yet, he remained elusive, guarding his heart against the superficial connections that often accompanied his status.
As Marvin observed the opulent MAD bikini contest gathering through his sharp, deep grey eyes, he couldn't help but notice the array of influential figures in the room. Famous endorsers, magazine editors, writers, actors, tycoons and billionaires were all fixated on the center stage, where the next wave of fashion talents awaited their moment in the spotlight.
Tonight held the promise of catapulting newcomers of models into the limelight, ensuring their faces would grace the pages of fashion headlines tomorrow. Just joining the MAD modelling agency was enough to ensure a high paying career for the next years.
A sarcastic smile played on Marvin's lips as he contemplated the dual nature of the event. Beyond the facade of career exposure, he recognized the undercurrents of opportunism and calculated ambition of these young men and women models. The contest served as a gateway for aspiring men and women to secure a place in the competitive world of fashion, where success often hinged on connections as much as talent.
Marvin, with his astute awareness, acknowledged the unsaid reality beneath the glamour. He saw the subtle game of gold diggers, men and women strategically positioning themselves for a chance to entice wealthy benefactors. A wry understanding crossed his face as he pondered the lengths some were willing to go for a taste of the affluent lifestyle.
In the midst of the glittering affair, Marvin's thoughts drifted to the complexities of ambition and desire. He recognized that, in the realm of high society, the pursuit of success often intertwined with personal relationships, blurring the lines between genuine connections and strategic alliances.
As the night unfolded, Marvin contemplated his own position in this intricate dance of ambition and desire. He knew that the pulsating energy of the event tonight hinted another unfolding drama.
Despite Marvin's cynical perspective, he couldn't deny the compelling reasons that kept him sponsoring the MAD Bikini Contest year after year. While it was true that the event added a certain element of boredom to his life, there was a more strategic motive at play.
The contest had evolved as exposure and advantage to the MAD group of companies. It increased the PR branding of MAD to international arena. With social media, even the ends of the earth could be reached. The coverage of the MAD bikini contest crossed the borders, spanning across the continent, morphing into a legend.