Cole’s P.O.V

“Mr. Wentworth, your mail has arrived,” Nancy called out as I strode past her desk. Nancy, my long-suffering secretary was used to my constant running between meetings and knew I was there to pick up a file for my next meeting that just so happened to be starting in the few minutes…

I own and run a chain of exclusive nightclubs and I was planning on opening up a new, luxurious, highly exclusive club in the next few days, called The LimeLight Nightclub. It had been built with two sections to it and four floors. One part of the club (the first two floors) was to be available to the public and another part ( the top two floors), that was to be accessible to members only.

The Members Area (The VIP section) would have some of our girls performing and we were planning to have a fashion show on opening night to showcase a new line of lingerie I'd just designed. I’m the head designer for Lingerie at my sisters’ fashion company, ‘You’re Worth It’ by Mia Wentworth.

"Nancy, I told you I don't care. If it's important enough you can email it to me."

"Yes Sir," she nodded and as she half bowed her head in reply, a strand of her short, salon-dyed blonde hair fell over her shoulder, “I think I might have something here you might just want to look at..." her voice trailed off nervously.

"For crying out loud, what now? I'm late for my meeting with the product team for the new lingerie line that is being released next season and for going over the final details for the line being released at the opening of LimeLight. This better be important!" I replied in a raised voice, frustrated as hell that she was delaying me when I didn't have time to be wasted.

I hate being late and Nancy knew it. She's worked for me for the last 5 years. Hell, we were even sort of friends and half the time I would honestly be lost without her.

She knows that I am insanely busy and she shouldn’t interrupt me unless it was extremely important. Plus, I knew that she could handle the majority of my busy schedule and if she had an issue she was to take it to my sister, Mia, who handled all the other fashion lines.

My sister handled pretty much everything, especially since this was her company but any issues regarding the lingerie line and my clubs were supposed to be bought to me directly. However, Mia always helped me create a vision when I was having a creative block. I honestly don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have her to bounce ideas off of.

Mia worked for a bit through high school and college as a model and then decided that she wanted to open her own fashion line. Now five years later at 24, she was the CEO of an international fashion company while doing the occasional side modeling job.

I have a talent for understanding the markets of both the exclusivity of the nightclub world as well as the fashion world. During my time at Wharton Business School, I was always top of my class. Numbers, people, marketing and business operations have always come easy for me; however, I have also always had a knack for fashion, more particularly, lingerie. One would I hope I do, especially after the number of times I have undressed models from their luxury lingerie. I find it calming to put some of my energy into being creative, hence the creation of my lingerie lines, in which I headline.

My sister, Mia and I decided about five years ago, that because we ended up helping the other occasionally with work, we would have our headquarters in the same building. The club business was mine and hers was primarily the fashion lines, but I am the designer for the majority of the lingerie lines and she occasionally ran events out of my night clubs.

Mia came walking up to Nancy’s desk, "Has he seen it yet?"

"Seen what? I'm already late so can someone just tell me what is going on please?" huffing, I turned around and marched into my office, my sister and Nancy's footsteps echoing behind me. Collecting my files that I realized I had forgotten, I turned around to them, my eyebrow twitching as my frustration levels raised, "For God's sake, someone tell me right now!" The window rattled at how loud I was.

Mia pulled out her phone and opened up her news app, there the top story screamed out at me:

Billionaire Cole Wentworth and his Ex-girlfriend, ex-supermodel Sophia Stutterheim rumored to be engaged?

A source close to Sophia tells us that, despite their massive break up earlier this year, the couple has rekindled their romance and there is talk of an engagement on the horizon. Is our favorite couple about to tie the knot and make it official?

I threw the mug that had been sitting on my desk against the wall and watched in joy as it shattered apart. I never liked that mug anyway.

"That bitch, she knows I'm opening up my new club tomorrow and with fashion week approaching and my line coming out she's trying to use my press to make herself relevant again. Mia, please make sure that all the staff knows that she is not allowed at any of our upcoming events and make sure all the bouncers have a photo of her, make them understand that if I find out someone has let her onto any of my premises they will be fired on the spot!"

"I know, I was on the phone to PR in the elevator, talking over strategies of how you want to handle this," Mia typed furiously on her phone before looking up at me, "In the meantime, I believe you're late for that meeting about your new line, yeah?"

"Dammit! Okay, I’ll be done in about forty-five minutes and then we can strategize how to handle this until then Nancy postpone any other meetings I have for today and organize a car to pick up Sapphire from school, please. Last time I forgot to fetch her she didn't talk to me for a month and then got all my locks changed and locked me out of my apartment until I promised to buy her a horse. Don't let anyone tell you that 13-year-old girls can't be vicious." I rolled my eyes and shoved my files into my bags as I hurried out of the office.

"There was a crisis, but I'm here now so we can start," I said, striding into the conference room. Everyone was too scared of me to say anything about me being late, but from the few side glances I was receiving, I suspected they'd all seen the article about Sophia and myself.

As the meeting was coming to a close, Mia burst through the doors, "Sorry to interrupt but I have to speak to Cole."

"It's fine Mia, we were just finishing up anyway," I calmly stood up and started gathering up my documents and the boards from my presentation.

"Just to finish up, I want the mock-ups of the basic garments ready by next week. I want to approve them before making any final changes and then we can work on sewing the garments for fashion week. We can get the stand in’s to wear them for us." The team around me nodded, grins starting to spread across their faces. It was going to be a lot of work but it seemed as if everyone was excited about the launch of the upcoming line.

"Nancy!"

"Yes, sir?" Nancy's head popped around the doorway.

"Call the stand-in models we use for fittings of the mock-ups and ask them to be in on Saturday morning. I want to make sure we're finished the fittings by the end of tomorrow so that we have time to start on the adjustments for the final pieces."

"Will do. Mia, there is someone in the waiting room saying they desperately need to speak to you, something about issues with the girls performing tonight at the opening? Apparently Cameron won’t stop screaming about a Sharron?”

"Can they not wait, I need to talk to Cole?" Mia sighed, her shoulders rigid. Apparently, the models and dancers for my clubs’ opening tonight kept fighting.

This whole week I’d been down finalizing all the small details about my new lingerie line. Mia, being the workaholic/angel that she is, had been handling all the HR issues and bigger problems that had come up at the last minute. Even though we have clubs already open and booming, this was to be our first club which offered memberships and major exclusivity, and we needed it to go off without a hitch. Especially with A-listers and a lot of the incredibly wealthy attending.

Mia had been keeping me updated on what had been happening during the week, but with fashion week right around the corner, I was slammed with the finishing touches on the designs. Managing my clubs had to be handed off to Mia, who was, thankfully, more than qualified to handle it.

"Apparently not, they said it's very urgent," Nancy sheepishly said, worried about triggering my ever-present temper.

Mia glanced over at me and opened her mouth to start saying something, "Honestly, it's fine Mia, go deal with whatever is going on with those girls now. I have about three whole trees worth of paperwork waiting on my desk I need to catch up on. When you’re finished, come find me in my office.”

"Okay that's fine, I'll be in soon Cole," Mia threw over her shoulder as she ran out of the conference room, still typing furiously on her phone. That's my sister, the workaholic. Although I suppose I'm not much better, today has been a rather slow day for me and I've been in a rather good mood which could be related to me having that threesome I had last night. I huff and run my hand through my relatively long dark brown hair, stupid girls thought they were special and that I wasn't going to kick them out.

***Flashback to early that morning ***

I woke up with heavy eyes and the feeling of long legs draped across me. I look to either side of me to find the two girls I brought home “fast asleep”. Just taking one look at them gave away the fact that they probably woke up early to reapply their makeup and give them a “natural” look. I could see right through that bullshit.

I threw their legs off of me and easily climbed over the needy redhead and made my way to the bathroom. Magically they both woke up the moment I left the bed.

“Where are you going handsome? Stay in bed for the day…” the blonde tried to say seductively.

Instead of feeling turned on, I start to feel my annoyance boil inside of me.

I allowed my eyes to fall on their desperate and eager faces, “I told you two before we had sex that you couldn’t stay here and that you needed to be gone before I woke up.”

The redhead started to say something, but I cut her off because my annoyance was growing by the second. I was not in the mood to deal with her crap, especially not that early in the day.

“But I guess it is quite difficult for you to understand, so allow me to spell it out for you. You better be right the fuck out of my house by the time I get out of the shower. I would like to think you have some sort of dignity and don’t need to be escorted out by my security detail.”

I got my fill of these girls last night, or rather they got filled by me, I didn’t want to have to see them or talk to them any longer or ever again really. I crossed my arms over my chiseled chest and raised my eyebrows in question.

That seemed to do the trick because thirty seconds later they had their clothes off the floor, in a bundle in their arms and were running out of my door before my security was called to escort them out.

***Flashback over***

Before I knew what was going on, my sister dragged a crying girl into my office.

"Explain to him what you just told me," She growled out. Mia looked as if she was about to rip this girl’s head off. Honestly, I don't blame her. I was sure I was going to feel the same way in the next few seconds. The girl’s tears could have challenged Niagara Falls with the amount of water coming out of her eyes.

When she was able to get some kind of grip on her incessant sobs, she croaked out, "So everyone was at practice this morning, except Marlene but she’s always late, something about morning sickness...." I half tuned out as I listened to her tell me about the latest issue between the models and the dancers. It was beginning to look as if I wouldn't be getting much paperwork done today after all.