Dark Pluto

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Sam Magna

ISBN :978-1-4874-1217-3

Page :50

Word Count :13473

Publication Date :2017-04-21

Series : #

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Available Formats : Dark Pluto (pdf) , Dark Pluto (prc) , Dark Pluto (epub) , Dark Pluto (mobi)

Category : Erotic Romance

Product Code: 978-1-4874-1217-3

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When a fashion god obsesses over his muse, the connection may prove to be unbreakable.

In New York City, Justin Parker, a successful American fashion designer, finally meets the new face of his brand, Natalie Wilson, a gorgeous British model with raw talent. Her erratic cousin, Dylan Wilson, who’s a stylist with his brand, introduces them but she has no idea that they already have enough chemistry. The model becomes his muse when the obsession with her body and style intensifies.

When Natalie meets Justin, she’s not prepared for the feelings the man creates. Justin is a former model who has a major brand growing in New York, Paris, and the rest of the world. He happens to be obsessed with his work and maintaining professionalism. She gets confused at first but acts on her curiosity, and she’s pleased with their intimacy.

Justin struggles to resist Natalie. He’s faced with the challenge to overcome his attraction to her before they can work together, but his efforts are feeble.

Natalie gets confused when her intense connection with Justin deepens. The sudden attraction to him is thrilling, and she finds it impossible to keep her hands off especially when they end up in a ménage for one night. Natalie responds to the seductive pull by coming onto him. In the end, she develops strong feelings for Justin.

A mirrored reflection of the bright neon lights that adorned the towering cement landscape twinkled in intermittent fashion across the black sheen of the limousine. He was happy to be back in New York, gazing at the splendor of Time Square. After all, where else should Justin Parker, world-renowned fashion designer, spend his twenty-seventh birthday? His finger grazed the screen of his cell phone. Nervousness overcame him though, and he decided the numerous text messages could wait. Justin released a long sigh. Soon, he would arrive at the Belis Nightclub—time to celebrate.

Justin raked a shaky hand through his black curly locks. He would never say he thought he was handsome, but good looking wasn’t a stretch. His skin was a creamy caramel color, eyes a deep smoky quartz. He was aware that his image was one both women and men flocked to. People said he was the perfect blend of his polar opposite parents—his mother a rich dark-skinned woman and his father a light-skinned man.

The never-ending sounds of traffic made it harder to sit still. Thomas, the young Caucasian man who was driving, kept staring at him in the rearview mirror, grating his sensitive nerves. After a few minutes, the glances were adding to his edginess.

“Do you get a break, Thomas?”

“Yes, uh, Mr. Parker, I do, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough. By the way, I’m one of your biggest fans, sir. You should relax. It’s your birthday celebration. You seem to be distant tonight.”

“Thanks, I am a bit nervous. I just have to meet someone then I’ll get over it. Since you’re a fan, I’ll make it a point to give you some merchandise before I leave. Is that okay?”

“Oh, that would be amazing. Thank you so much. I’ll give you some privacy.”

Thomas gave him the same goofy grin that complemented his baby face while the partition sealed off the back seat. Justin’s gaze shifted to the tinted window. Sounds of the passing cars carried on in the illuminated night. The limo turned into a vast parking lot next to the Belis buildinga grand structure, several floors high. Fancy cars dropped off crazed worshippers of the nightlife. Paparazzi flashed their cameras non-stop on the popular ones. He got out of the limo and closed the door, taking a deep, shaky breath.

He looked down at his navy Armani suit and black leather shoes. Self-consciousness clouded his thoughts. He was afraid of meeting a stunning model, who happened to be his friend’s cousin. Dylan Wilson, his friend and stylist, started showing him pictures of Natalie in photoshoots with top designers to convince him that their brand needed her buzz.

Ten minutes passed, and they still didn’t show up. Justin searched the small crowds shuffling in and out of the entrance. Pacing back and forth, he nearly jumped when a hand grabbed his upper arm.

“Slow down, oh my God, you look amazing.” Dylan appraised him with a captivated gaze. Her manicured fingers brushed the material of his suit. She wore a silver robe from the latest collection, and he could smell the sumptuous fragrance drifting around her.

“Thanks, you look great too. Where’s Damien?”

“He’s trying to find parking space. Damn, your outfit, they’ll be lining up again. And I don’t know why you insist on staying single.”