“Look at that one wearing the red bikini! See how long and smooth her legs are? I wish I could touch them right now!”
“I don’t have a thing for women with long legs. For me, the one standing first in the line is the real catch. Her tits are so much larger than my wife’s!”
“You guys have such a lousy taste in women. Can’t you guys see that the girl in the black bikini is the cream of the crop? She’s young, and her skin is flawless. Most importantly, she has got one hell of a nice butt! I would have no regrets in my life if I could have her as my girlfriend!” A bespectacled man pointed at the runway and commented excitedly.
The bunch of young men was making lewd remarks on the models somewhere not far away from Liam.
Mr. Jackson noticed that the bespectacled man was checking Amber out too. “That guy has got a similar taste in women as Mr. Croft!” he thought.
Liam heard what the bespectacled man said too. Looking sullen, he spun around and walked away in silence.
Mr. Jackson trailed behind Liam, feeling on pins and needles because of the dour expression on Liam’s face. The only thing he could do was to hope that his subordinate would be able to carry out his instruction well.
Amber, together with the rest of the models, returned backstage when the fashion show finally came to an end.
“Gosh, the back of your feet are bleeding!” Lily exclaimed worryingly.
Amber lifted her feet and found blood all over the shoes.
She did not feel the pain earlier because her attention was fully focused on the bikini. Now that she saw blood on her feet, she immediately felt an intense pain coming from the wound.
The situation worsened because she had hematophobia. Coupled with the pain, her legs turned to jelly and she nearly keeled over.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: We Got Love, The Crazy Kind