Begging for Love From a Fake Papa

“Are these my girls who came today?”
His voice was soft, and I knew it was probably his usual way of seducing women into bed.
“Yes, Mr. Ryan,”
the older man with a deadpan expression replied.
“Eleven in total… if you include the youngest,”
the man glanced at Freesia in my arms before continuing in a flat tone,
“Twelve.”
“Twelve? I told Jeremy I only wanted ten.”
Ten? I gasped, looking at the man who acted like a young duke picking commoner girls to entertain him tonight. I felt nauseated by the thoughts and images that flashed through my mind.
“Hmm… which one should I choose?”
He spoke with a pleasant tone, slowly sweeping his gaze across the women below. His eyes stopped on me; they were caramel-colored, and he
stared at me for almost a minute.

The woman in front of me looked distinctly different and stood out from the other beautiful women standing at the bottom of the grand staircase. I looked at her oval face framed by wavy, black hair. She had large, round eyes surrounded by long, thick eyelashes, and dark eyebrows. And her hair wasn’t pulled out into ugly, thin strands like many girls these days. Her nose wasn’t very prominent, but the tip was cutely pointed. I could even see the tiny blood vessels on her cheeks because it wasn’t covered in thick makeup. She had her hair simply tied back, but it looked strangely chic, as if she knew how to look good effortlessly. Her eyes, as they gazed at me, were different from the other girls’. Half of her face, I was sure, had been surgically altered—large, firm breasts like hard balls stuffed under her skin. Her tan skin was either from a tanning machine or heavy cream. I looked at the most naturally beautiful and attractive dark-haired girl in the group with satisfaction, then narrowed my eyes, assessing her lower regions. I wanted to see her breasts, but…
“…”
A child? Why was that model carrying a baby? A child… a husband? For a moment, I felt a pang of regret because it meant her body might have scars, but never mind, that wasn’t important.
“That… isn’t that a child? Did she bring a child to the audition? Is it a way to attract attention?”

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