After a thirty-minute workout and fifty laps in my indoor pool, I relax in the sauna and I playback the evening. Not bad, but not perfect. Next time.
I have a cold shower, pull on a towel, and put my feet up. Surrounded by Italian statues, and with a glass of old whiskey, I look at the fashion portfolios of the rising fashion designers.
The rising stars this side of the world.
My eyes sweep their work, seeking brilliance and flare. But also, some kind of control. No one likes a loose cannon, even if they are edgy and fresh.
I make notes for my team, and I pace as I look down at the designs and models wearing them.
I love what I do, but I do miss the sex.
Seeing so many world-class models tonight stirred up the hunger. Gold diggers last year ended my run, and it was time to retire.
I’d also gotten bored.
How many spectacular women can you claim when you cannot love?
Won’t love… for whatever reason.
As I slide under crisp white sheets at midnight, my mind shifts into the future. In a week, I have to fly home to Tuscany, to my family.
To where I’m from, before I came to the US to live, and before I set up my fashion labels.
The last thing I think about before sleeping are the horses’ heads. They remain in my mind for some reason. I then remember the black leather horse riding crop locked away. The one I used on several women’s tight butts.
I growl as I harden, and I tell myself to sleep. I don’t do that anymore. I do not use leather on women’s butts. I cannot use that on women’s butts… Enough! Go to sleep!
I roll over hard and I force myself to not fist my hard cock.
Control. Control. Control.
As I pacein our boardroom, Thomas and I talk. The building is one of the tallest in NYC and the view is unbeatable. We are close to finishing the plans when my personal cell chimes, again. I glance at it and sigh.
It’s from Zara Remington in Beverly Hills. Zara is a top fashion designer, and she married Troy Remington, a dear friend.
Bravo again. I love her work. Congrats, she will be huge.
I smile and see another text I missed from before.
Fantastic buddy. Samantha and I loved it. Ryan and Caroline too.
I grin. Harrison King is a pal who finances movies and Sam is his new wife. Ryan and Caroline are Remingtons, and Ryan is Troy’s movie star brother.
“You focused?”
I turn to my second in command. My vice-president and now friend. “Of course I’m fucking focused.”
Thomas smirks and I sip coffee. As Thomas and I talk on, I realize just how important he is. Thomas helped me build out my original fashion company and brand in NYC, years back. After that, I expanded into global markets.
I’m good at ideas, and I have an eye for what people may like and wear. I’m solid at identifying opportunities, and I work like a brute.
Thomas’s skill set compliments mine. He is a master at detail, law, and the mechanics of operations and manufacturing: hiring staff, arranging global manufacturing deals, and securing contracts.
We are a good match, and we’ve become friends.
I am the Yin, and he is the Yang.
Things run smoothly, and we’re well known in the fashion industry in NYC, as being fair, tough, and solid. We look after our roster of rock star designers; they are my family.
