Ardent questions to fervent exclamations rang in his ears as soon as he entered the Pavillion.
But Marvin Adams David is oblivious to the fanatical attention of the crowd. He does not care even when his mere presence commands attention and stirs adoration.
Yes, that is Marvin Adams David (MAD) - the tall, young, handsome, smart CEO of MAD group of companies.
And this year, he is voted as the most eligible billionaire by Fortress Magazine. But this new title does not interest him a bit. His mind is occupied in joining his subordinates at the front row for the VIPs.
The MAD fashion show has started, and The only reason he is making his presence public tonight is to witness the launching of the MAD fashion swimming wears and sports attires for the upper rich, which his company owns.
While he sits, women keep stealing glances at him as it is hard not to be drawn to his well defined-manly structure that is scandalously sexy. Marvin knows that this holding a Bikini Contest Event to promote the MAD brand is one of the most important events anticipated every year in the fashion world.
At this time, only the most handsome men and beautiful women will take catwalk in that stage to showcase their apparel.
"Bring me Cheval wine," he commands his assistant. As he savors his wine, Marvin then scans the entire venue using his sharp, deep grey eyes. He quickly spots famous endorsers, magazine editors, and writers, actors, billionaires zoning their eyes on the center stage.
Tonight, many newcomers will be given exposure to their careers. Once they become a media favorite, they will wake up in the fashion headline tomorrow.
Marvin smiles sarcastically, aside from blossoming careers, he knows this contest is for gold diggers.
Women exchanging their skins and pussies a chance to dip their hands on some sugar daddies' millions. Not that he blames them. That is the shortest way to the pot of gold. Although his mind is cynical, he still finds a good reason to keep sponsoring the show.
Not that the MAD Bikini Contest does not have any benefit for his own sexual pleasure, but year after year, the women joining the event have become bolder. to his irritation.
The word must have spread around the continent that every after fashion event, Marvin will date the winner who will be showered with prizes a woman can only dream of.
It seems he is also part of the award, says his narcissistic self since women will throw their naked bodies on his feet. With that, Marvin shakes his head with a smirk on his handsome face. All women easily come to his beckon.
After the coveted event tonight, maybe one or two girls will be luckily picked by him as his new date and that woman will be enjoying the lavish luxury of travel, diamonds, money, and limelight in modeling. But for just a year, with a fixed timeframe, until the next bikini contest comes and the following the winner becomes his sexual date.
There is one problem, though, because every time that the one year girlfriend will be dumped by him, in favor of the new winner, the hysterics, the drama, the loud begging to make her stay is just too much.
In fact, just this morning, before Marvin came to attend this year's event, Vanessa, who was last year's winner, did more than hysterics.
"Do not leave me, Marvin, love me, Marvin, I love you, Marvin, I will kill myself Marvin if you leave me" Vanessa was shouting, threatening to commit suicide. Marvin had to order his guards to throw out of the building the pathetic woman.
Has not she gained millions already with the fast cash? Vanessa dared to confess that she is so in love with Marvin and begged not to be replaced. Argghh. Marvin shook his head. Women! Marvin sighed. What he hates the most is a desperate declaration of love from a woman to be dumped.
Love is a strange word for a playboy like him. Once he has tasted a woman on the bed, he hardly feels any excitement other than the need to release the seeds from his excited member.
As a dominant male, he has savored the most of the beautiful women in the fashion industry but finds no emotional attachment to any of them, except a moment of playful pleasure. Sometimes, it already tires him to untangle clingy women.
"Marvin is here, and he is soooo handsome, I am gonna die looking at him."
He hears a frenetic shout and pretends not to hear their swooning and drooling.
But When the spotlight is turned to his direction and his face appears the widescreen, he waves his beautiful hand and gives his sweetest smile.
There is a big gasp from the crowd. They notice that the young billionaire has become more magnetic as he matures.
His tall stance and arrogant face are even more defined. His eyes now deeper and chiseled cheeks are so manly sculptured.
No woman can resist such handsomeness, young or old alike. Marvin knows his effect on them, but he has gotten used to the excessive attention showered on his presence. So most of the time, he avoids attending public events, except when it benefits his marketing.
The show started half an hour ago. He assesses that this event is another hit. The crowd is far too excited to contain their excitement about the new line.
After surveying the buzzing online orders, the booking manager confirms that the show has once again generated 100% run.
Now complacent, Marvin tries to control his yawns and is almost closing his eyes after contestants number one, number two, and number three, up to number five are called.
A few more minutes and the event will come to an end. He is sleepy and bored. The Five final winners are now named. They were chosen out of more than fifty who joined a month agony the recruitment division.
As to the bikini contest, only the number one choice will win the million prize, the rest of the four winners will receive half a million cash prize. But all of the five will be promoting the MAD brand as brand ambassadors. And well, all of the five girls will party with him tonight.
Marvin is no longer excited to meet these women. Perhaps this year, he will take a break. Anyway, other billionaires will also join the wild party. And maybe, they can have their pick. Whether these women agree to be somebody's bedmate, Marvin does not care. But so far, he has not met a woman who refused him.
They usually throw themselves at him during the victory party that usually ends up wild. When it says wild, it is going to be very wild. Marvin returns his bored gaze to the four women called by the host, waiting for the last one.
Nothing much to see with these women, he thought. The same look year after year.
But when the last winner is called by the host, "Contestant Number Five, Susan Anna, to the stage please". Marvin's pulse doubled when his widened grey eyes fall to the extraordinary beauty who steps on to the stage like a naked angel gliding from Milkyway.
The woman who glides like a goddess struck his male hormones with a thousand lighting volts!