While the world outside seemed to carry a heavy, sorrowful air, Ross Oakley was living a life of celebration, reveling in the bright lights and loud music of one of the most exclusive clubs in the city.
His entourage included Sophia, Jasmine, Natalie, Jade, and Maya—all stunning women, each one more beautiful than the last. It was only natural that the group quickly became the center of attention.
As the bass thumped and the crowd danced, the women moved in perfect harmony, their bodies swaying and rubbing against one another with a seductive rhythm.
The men around them couldn't help but stare, their envy palpable as they admired the perfect picture of success and beauty Ross had curated.
"Isn't that Ross Oakley?" one man whispered, nudging his friend as they both eyed the scene.
"Yeah, that's him... and his girls, of course," the other man replied with a tone that mixed admiration and jealousy. "Must be nice, huh?"
