Nico

Being wanted was practically my profession. At twenty-five, I had the face, the body, the money, and a modelling career most people could only dream of. Women adored me. Models, fans, photographers, even my friends' mothers. I'd slept with more women than I cared to count, and frankly, I loved every second of it. The flirting, the se×, the attention. God, the attention. Of course, when the parties ended and I returned to my empty apartment, everything went quiet. No admirers, no pretty girls tangled in my sheets. Just me. But whatever. Nothing another pretty face couldn't fix. Then, they arrived. A gorgeous new addition to our modelling agency, and apparently, everyone's latest obsession. I watched colleagues practically trip over themselves trying to get their number, only to receive the same sweet smile and polite rejection. Interesting. I leaned against the dressing room doorway, watching yet another unfortunate bastard walk away empty-handed. Surely, they wouldn't turn me down. No one does.