Page 59 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
The guys immediately agreed and started taking their shirts off. I couldn’t tell if their accents were African or Italian. Or maybe a weird blend?
The one that looked the oldest was super jacked. The other model was slightly taller and thinner. He also had a nose ring and lots of tattoos tracing down his exposed arms. The photographer had dreadlocks and was much thinner. And much younger. He actually looked very, very young. Was he a teenager?
“OMG, amazing,” said Chastity. “I can totally see these pics on a billboard in Times Square.” She snapped her fingers. “I could also see you at a sex club. Speaking of which, my friend is recruiting for one.”
Ah! What?I thought she was handling this one! And did she just invite a teen to a sex club?!
The model with tattoos smiled at me. “I’ll join. I’ve always wanted to fuck a redhead.”
WHAT?!
The jacked brother cleared his throat. “We’d love to join in the hopes of getting to know both of you lovely ladies better.”
I just stared at them. I knew my eyes had grown round and I hadn’t said a damn thing. But I had no response for this. They were kinda giving Angel and Diablo vibes. The jacked brother was suave and the brother with tattoos was clearly a bad boy.
“Actually, why wait for a sex club?” the tattooed brother said. “I have an idea for a photoshoot that would really get people’s attention…” He stared directly at my breasts.
Ah!
“You two are quite beautiful,” his brother said. “How would you like to pose in our new line of bikinis?”
“Sure,” Chastity said.
What?!“No, we don't have time. We have another shoot to get to. We just need your names and a headshot for each of you.”
“I’m Ato Ababio,” the jacked older brother said. “And this is my brother Kweku Ababio.”
Fortunately the young photographer didn’t give me his name.
I snapped some pictures of them shirtless, making sure the pattern on the pants and the Modelli d’Ghana logo on the photoshoot backdrop were visible.Perfect.“Thanks! Bye!” I sprinted backstage and sent Tanner the text.
He responded right away: “Excellent find! Great work. :)”
“A smiley face? Seriously? He’s not jealous at all.” I looked up at Chastity.
Chastity shrugged. “That’s probably because Modelli d’Ghana is way smaller than Odegaard.”
“What? I thought you said they’d be perfect.”
“I wasn’t thinking about how rich Tanner was. We need to find someonesuperfamous to make him jealous. Come with me. This time I really do have the perfect fit.”
I wondered what famous person was here.Wait, could it be Spaceboy?! If it’s Spaceboy, Chastity is definitely gonna get distracted and bang them...
We walked into a super cool studio. It almost seemed like we’d walked onto another planet with lava and glowing red rocks. This was so spacey!Ah!
Wait, no.It was probably the set of the newest Supernova Six movie. It was about sexy space explorers that knew how to use the weapons they were born with as well as the weapons they equipped to fight off aliens.
I walked around one of the glowing red rocks and saw a guy in a red and black striped soccer jersey juggling a ball. He kneed it up and then caught it with the side of his other foot. He had crazy cool moves. I didn’t follow soccer, but even I recognized him. He was Brazilian superstar Zico.
“What’s Zico doing here in NYC?” I whispered. “Doesn’t he play in England?”
“He just joined NY United. Apparently he wanted to try to take down Messi in Miami to prove he’s the best.”
I kept staring at him juggling the ball in front of the cameras recording him. “If we got him to join the Society, Tanner would shit his little Tanner pants.”
“I know,” Chastity said with a huge smile. “Hopefully Nigel will shit himself too.”
I didn’t care what Nigel did in his pants. I waited for Zico to finish juggling. And waited. It seemed like he could juggle forever. And he somehow managed to smile for the cameras the whole time. It took like ten minutes for him to finally stop.
