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|The enthralling Casanova |

"Wet already, darling?"

The heavy breaths of a woman against his ears stretched a smug smirk across his plump damp lips. He didn't have to do a thing. He didn't do anything but still, she was squirming on his lap. Just his callous fingers slyly stroking the milky skin of her thigh, lips grazing over her collar bones and that was all needed to hypnotize her in his charm. Her breath quickened, her grip around his neck compressed, just the way he wanted.

"Ma'am, please open your eyes," the photographer pleaded to the supermodel who was loving the pleasing feeling the attractive male was giving her. Her eyes snapped open at the photographer's voice. She forgot that they were on the shoot. She was lost in the pleasurable moment of Tayson's teasing eyes and fingers.

"Let's take a break, she seems to be lost," Tayson's sexy voice rang like a bar of silk chocolate that every person in the room ravished.

Tayson had an intoxicating effect on every living species and the fact that he knew it just amplified his voluptuous and enticing charm.

"Okay, sure," the leading photographer conceded. "Ten mins break everyone!"

The staff on the set sagged their shoulders in condolence and the director approached Tayson.

"You are doing great. About the shoot with Miss. Sia, will you do it?"

Tayson arched his eyebrows, thinking about his schedule. "I will let you know through my manager."

The director nodded. "I will look forward to your response. How's your father? Haven't seen him around for a while."

"On tour. Pretty busy. Excuse me." He stood unbuttoning his shirt as he walked, knowing well that more than ten pairs of eyes were on him.

Tayson was the quintessence of sexy. It was as if the word was originated for him. The rousing smokey grey eyes in which the drizzles of dark embers swirled like a storm never neglected to make women weak in their knees. The raven silk hair styled to the right, a lock teasing with his defined eyebrow and kissing his forehead.

"Damn! Our eyes met. He looked into my eyes!"

"Those abs. Look at those abs, Violet!"

"I love his hair."

"I want to be his makeup artist!"

He turned blind to the whispers and stares as he strolled, making sure that the Bluetooth was on.

Tayson was like a drug dissolved in alcohol to the women, they solicit for him and he destroyed them with those silvery orbs.

After the photoshoot of the monthly magazine, Tayson quickly darted into his makeup room as he had a shit load of work to take care of.

"I need to fuck," he spoke to himself, heaving a sigh.

Being the Director of an Art company never permitted his ass to calm down. He couldn't even poop without having Bluetooth stuck in his ear. But he revelled in his work. Residing and playing in chromatism blazed the scarlet flames in his heart and seduced thrills in his bones. The pigments, paintings, colours, and just everything related to art delighted him.

Huxley Visions- the gigantic glass company belonged- to his father. Though his father was imploring him to take over, Tayson kept thinking it wasn't the right time.

His career as a model was striding up the stairs to stars so for then, he settled with the position of Director. Still, the man satisfied the responsibility of the CEO as he was the heftiest shareholder of Huxley Visions.

"Should I hit gym and sweat or get a chick on bed and sweat?" he pondered, unbuttoning the silk black shirt clinging to his slight sinewy frame, and just then a knock on the door made him smirk, learning right who the person was.

"Come in," his dark voice reflected. The shellacked ingress swung open and the model strode in with a bashful smile.

"I have five minutes, make it quick," he declared, flinging the tunic across the room and hoisting his shirt.

He didn't miss the way her timid eyes droned over his body. A chiselled chest with hard muscles and expertly sculpted abs was a sight to drool. The model's eyes dimmed when she looked at his nipple piercing and the beads of crystal sweat glistening on his neck.

He was sinful and royally handsome.

"Five minutes are enough to get your dick inside me and make me scream your name."

Her blunt statement halted Tayson's hands, deterring him to button up his shirt. His eyes stared at her, flaring with lust and his smirk widened. The girl didn't appear as shy she was and that's what his power is.

He could make women forget their boundaries and veils of shame.

He was a natural observer. Observing every little thing to the extent where he could write at least ten thousand words over them. Like he observed the overly delighted chirping of the director and the way he smoothly brought upon his father's name. The director was trying to butter his ass up and nothing else. Like his makeup artist who slipped off her wedding ring when she made eye contact with him and then lost it. Now she was on verge of tears, scampering around to find her shackle.

He studied everything around him, but surprisingly none of them could break through his facade. He was simply an exotic young man and perfect for the world of the film industry.

That was his role in his life. To play the perfect one. We all have roles in our life. We portray different personalities to different people, wanting them to perceive us the way we want. Tayson honestly found it ridiculous. We say don't judge a book by its cover but end up doing that.

Flaws? Every person has them. Just some beings bury them beneath the peaks of their charms while others fail to even detect what their flaws are. Tayson always had his flaws concealed with the glitter of his smiles, and flicker of his winks.

He turned around, leaning on the dressing table. He heaved his hand and gestured for the model to come closer with his index and middle fingers. The lust and desire gush in the red head's eyes as she sauntered towards him with urgent steps. As soon as she was in front of him, her hands were on his body. But Tayson swiped her hand off of him, gloriously smiling at her delirious eyes.

"That's premium, sweetheart. You can't touch this," he said, motioning at his body and before the girl could protest, he harshly grasped her waist, grinding their lower bodies.

A moan ripped from her red lips and her eyes closed in luxury. Tayson fluttered his fingers on her cleavage to her collarbones then at the back of her head. Just when he was about to kiss the fuck out of her, the Bluetooth in his ear chimed.

Without a second thought, he completely dropped the girl and skipped to his right, causing the model to slam her red lips on the mirror in front of her.

"Hello," he calmy spoke, messing up his styled hair. I hate this sticky gel.

"Tayson! What the hell?!" the woman shrieked, hands flying to her mouth in antipathy and annoyance.

"Is the car here?" he asked, pressing Bluetooth and buttoning up the shirt, before heading straight to the door.

"The fuck," the woman screeched behind him, but Tayson just glanced at her, smirked, and winked, and then he was out.

"Tayson!"

"Maybe if you get lucky later, sweetheart." Tayson chuckled at her high-pitched voice blooming in the foyers. He could drive women to worship him and next moment curse him. And man, he rejoiced it.

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