Lustful Paradise

All the girls nodded and confirmed this. They could feel the connection with him — a strong bond between them all. A connection so deep, so powerful, so intense... that it couldn't be described by mere words. It was an unspoken understanding, a feeling shared only among themselves. It made them feel complete, whole.

And also safe and secure. As if they belonged to him. And no one could separate them from each other ever again.

'Well, that explains their clingy attitude towards me.' Lucifer thought to himself. 'It seems like this power comes with its own set of perks and drawbacks. But it doesn't matter to me as long as I have them by my side.'

After a few minutes passed, Lucifer stood up from the chair and stretched his limbs. He turned around and looked at everyone. "Okay then. I think that's enough of that for now. Let's get ready for the day ahead and take care of the business at hand."

"Agreed." Everyone responded in unison. They knew what they had to do. After all, they were professionals, and they had work waiting for them outside of the room.

The room was soon bustling with activity as the models prepared for the day, and Lucifer was busy with his phone, calling the driver, checking up on his schedule, and other things that had piled up during yesterday.

And when everyone was finally ready to go, Lucifer led the way out of the room, with all of his girls following behind him. He took the elevator to the ground floor, where the limo awaited them.

As expected, the lobby was full of people who came to see what all the fuss was about, including reporters and curious bystanders. Some were even recording everything that was happening with their smartphones. And it wasn't just the people inside.

There were several camera crews and journalists gathered outside of the building, hoping to get an exclusive interview or two from someone who witnessed the events firsthand.

But the biggest attraction seemed to be Lucifer, who walked confidently toward his limo with the six beauties following close by.

"Who are they? Are they related to the incident?" One reporter asked, pushing closer to get a better look at Lucifer.

Soon, another one of them noticed Melody, as he had seen her attending yesterday's auction, and asked her, "Miss Jones, can you give us some comments regarding what happened at the Manta Ray Hotel yesterday? Was it a terrorist attack?"

Melody glanced at the man and then turned away. She ignored the reporters' question and continued to follow Lucifer. It wasn't her place to speak about the incident since police hadn't given any official statements yet.

Seeing Melody ignore them, reporters instead began asking questions to other models who were walking alongside Lucifer. They tried to get answers to questions such as "Did anyone get hurt?" and "What did you see?"

However, no matter how many times they were asked, none of the models replied to these questions. They acted like they were deaf to their inquiries.

When Lucifer arrived at his limo, he opened the door and stepped inside, motioning for everyone else to join him. And once they were all settled inside, Lucifer signaled to the driver to drive away.

***

"Finally. I can't stand all those damn reporters." Rina exclaimed in annoyance after they left the hotel parking lot and drove down the road. She looked tired and stressed from dealing with the media's attention so much. But still, she maintained an elegant appearance and remained composed despite being tired.

Elena nodded her head in agreement and leaned against the window. "Yeah, I know, right? They're like vultures, circling around a dead carcass, waiting for their turn to eat the corpse. I'm glad to get away from them."

Lila frowned at Elena's choice of words but didn't say anything.

Lucifer chuckled. "Don't be too harsh on them. Their jobs require them to do whatever is needed to get the scoop on the story, no matter what."

Melody smiled and shook her head in disbelief at Lucifer's words. "My goodness... you sound like you sympathize with those blood-sucking reporters, Lucifer. You shouldn't feel sorry for them. They're just a bunch of lowlifes, trying to get ahead in their careers by exploiting other people's misery."

"Well, that may be the case," Claire chimed in, joining the conversation. She looked thoughtful as she spoke, her voice soft yet commanding. "Still, it's a necessary evil in today's world. Without journalists and reporters to cover the news and bring information to the masses, there would be no freedom of speech or free press. Society would crumble under the weight of corruption and deceit.

And I am sure none of us want that to happen."

"I guess you are right. Still... They aren't that reliable when it comes to news and reporting the truth. They always try to bend the truth and paint it in whatever way they deem fit for their narrative." Susan added after a while. Her tone suggested that she disliked the press.

Lucifer also knew that the press was corrupt, but there was nothing anyone could do about it. People wanted the latest news and information, so reporters would always find ways to deliver. It's the nature of business.

The conversation continued for a bit longer, with the girls chatting about various things. But soon enough, they arrived at their first destination, the Miracle Modeling Agency building. As soon as the car stopped in front of the entrance, Lucifer got out and opened the door, allowing everyone else to exit after him. Then everyone walked into the building together.