Chapter 156: Gang bang?

Meanwhile, when Bree left Tom with Stella, she headed straight for the studio.

She found James near the practice floor and did not waste time with soft greetings.

"He’s been discharged from the hospital."

James turned fully to her. "How is he now?"

"Doing normally fine... As he should after the stitching. He’ll rest at home." She replied.

James nodded, some of the tension easing from his face. The company already handled the hospital expenses, James had seen to it.

"Good. Make sure he recuperates properly. That cut was not something to joke with."

"I will." Bree glanced toward the runway area. "What’s happening with the exhibition?"

James exhaled. "It goes on. The other four models will be used. The exhibition can’t be stopped or postponed. It’s L×L’s tenth anniversary event. Too much sales value is tied to it."

Bree exhaled softly. She had already guessed that much. She nodded in understanding then asked;

"Where are the other four?"

"In the Changing room. They went to switch into another training kit." James told her.

"I see. Actually, I have something belonging to one of them. I need to return it." Bree lied smoothly.

James gave her permission with a short wave of the hand, already turning back toward the floor where he had been doing something, definitely towards the preparation of the exhibition.

Bree walked ahead.

She was supposed to knock. She did not. She opened the changing-room door and stepped in.

Two of the men were still changing. Bree’s sight was greeted with two bare chests, open lockers, the loose confidence of people who thought the room belonged to them. Their conversation died the moment they saw her. Bree did not apologize. She only walked farther inside, her eyes moving across them with deliberate calmness...

The men exchanged surprised glances.

Brit was the first to speak. "Did your employer forget one of his dirty linens in here?" he tilted his head arrogantly.

Bree shook her head. Then her gaze settled on Stiles’s bare chest before lifting to his face. "What if I told you men I wasn’t here for my employer?"

She looked at them one after the other, slowly enough to make the attention feel intentional. The shift in the room was immediate. Whatever insultive joke Brit had started dried out. Their eyes moved over her figure with open interest. Bree was hot, and she knew exactly how to stand in a room full of men who thought with their appetites first.

"Gangbang?" one of them said. The others echoed it almost together.

Bree nodded and rolled her eyes seductively, she made her voice low and absolutely girly, too girly that it sounded cringe to even her own ears;

"Yeah. I’ll be waiting for you to finish with the training."

The men blinked, their eyes now openly checking Out Bree’s body. Jay unconsciously licked his lower lip. Apparently, they didn’t find the voice cringy. It sounded sweet and inviting to them.

Jay recovered first. "We finish training by five."

"Where?" another asked.

"Wherever you want," Bree said.

That was enough for them. Nat walked closer, already reaching toward her waist, but Bree stepped back and shook her head.

"Not here. Better keep the fun for later." she said, still keeping the voice.

She slipped her card into Nat’s hand. "Call me when you’re done. Immediately."

Then she turned and walked out of the changing room without looking back.

Behind her, the mood broke into low excitement.

Nat, Stiles, and Jay exchanged quick brotherly punches.

"When last did we even get a juicy gangbang?" Stiles said.

"Been long," Jay answered, still grinning.

Brit, however, remained quieter. His eyes stayed on the door Bree had used. After a moment, he shook his head.

"What if Tom sent her?" he asked. "What if this is payback?"

That wiped some of the easy laughter down. They were silent for a beat.

Then Stiles scoffed. "I don’t think so. And even if he did, he just sent a cat into a pack of wolves. His innocent, hot little personal assistant will get devoured and sent back to him all drenched."

The others laughed at that.

Brit nodded slowly, still not fully settled. "We should still be careful around her."

"Of course, but we’re still fucking her." Jay maintained firmly.

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Meanwhile, Stella had driven Tom to the dealership where she used to buy cars.

She had been an ambassador for them before, and the staff recognized her the moment she arrived. There was no ordinary showroom treatment. They were taken into a private room, seated comfortably, and served champagne while a salesperson prepared a projector display of the available luxury options.

Tom watched the hospitality with quiet impression. This was the kind of room where money and name did the talking before a buyer said much at all.

The salesperson began taking them through the cars one by one. Stella did not rush him. She only turned to Tom after a few options had been shown and said, "Choose whichever you want."

Tom studied the display, then made his choice. A Porsche Cayenne.

"We’ll take that." Stella looked at the salesperson and said, not bothering to think twice about the price tag.

"We can go for a test drive right away," the man said.

Tom and Stella followed him out.

The Porsche moved exactly the way it looked; smooth and quietly expensive. Stella let Tom settle into the feel of it before she glanced over.

"Are you happy?" she asked, there was a twinkle of doubt in her eyes even as she had on a small smile.

"Of course I am," Tom said. Then, after a second, he added, "You’re the one who made me happy this afternoon, though."

The words landed visibly. Stella’s face softened with pleasure, and she leaned in for a kiss. Tom allowed it. When she pulled back, she gave a small chuckle, lighter than she had sounded all day.

"I’m glad I could do that." She said.

After a moment on the road, Tom decided the timing was right.

"So I have been wanting to tell you, I have a business I’m launching soon," he announced.

Stella’s attention sharpened at once. "What kind?"

"A private club."

Her reaction was immediate and genuine. "That’s a fantastic idea." She turned the thought over quickly, already seeing the social side of it.

Then she looked at him more seriously. "You can ask for my support in whatever means."

The offer was open, direct, and given without hesitation.

"What do you need support with at the moment?" she asked.