Sinful Ambitions Ch. 01

Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.

This series is written for my friend Breadloaf. The celeb choice; plot and setting were entirely his idea. Thank you to him for allowing me to share this with you all!

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Miami, Florida

Clear blue skies greeted anyone walking outside to feel the blazing hot sun now fully radiating yet another afternoon in southern Florida. Springtime weather washed away what had proven to be a quiet winter outside one tall office building along the Brickell Avenue road. Blinding sunlight cast reflections across the windows on the higher floors, but nothing could block out the metallic shiny gold letters spelling out 'Gold Modelling Co'. What the building once was, did not matter anymore. A new business had rolled into Miami with a few million dollars on the early budget to begin growing with fashion modeling. Word had already spread about 'the Gold company' as a nickname, all from word of mouth within the fashion and modeling industry across the country.

The company itself had laid foundations down towards the end of 2021 with early investments linked locally in the Miami area. The Gold name belonged to just one of many businesses connected within the fashion industry. Whoever was leading the charge from management appeared to have some connections with key agencies back in Los Angeles. The inner workings of the company did not matter to one woman who was strolling her way down the sidewalk, ready to enter the sliding glass doors. The wind rustled through her long golden hair, blowing past a pair of black sunglasses that shielded her eyes from the glaring sunlight. A white T-shirt was the pick of the day, slightly revealing her flat stomach to go with a pair of stonewashed denim blue jeans and red stiletto heels.

Miami was a place Hannah Ferguson knew all too well. Before signing with Gold Modelling Company, she had spent quite a lot of time over the years. Her purse bounced against her left shoulder as she continued her path down the sidewalk and approached the office. This was far from her first visit in the past month since signing a new contract with an agent for the company. At twenty-nine years of age and feeling the pressure from her glory days beginning to fade, Hannah felt that she had to make a drastic move regarding her career. She could have stayed in Los Angeles and continued modeling lingerie and clothing lines, but she knew modeling into her thirties with no real connections could be a hard road. The days of her Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition photoshoots were long gone and she did not have the staying power of other models from her generation.

A hard road through life was something she felt all too familiar with at times. Hannah felt she had forged an iron will after a tough upbringing, but she kept these feelings contained to herself. With no commitment in life with a boyfriend or any family on the horizon, only her career was the main focus. When she walked through the sliding glass doors of the corporate office, a cool breeze was felt through an air-conditioned building. White marble floor cast reflections for anyone walking past. A large black desk was in the center of the room, but at this point Hannah knew where to go without having to request aid from a receptionist. Upon signing her name on the contract to join Gold Modelling, Hannah was advised by her long time agent who was now joining the company under a supervisor role. Richard Sheffield had long been a known name within the fashion industry, working for nearly three decades now.

Hannah had first met the older man when she signed a contract with a smaller agency back in Los Angeles over eight years ago. Since then, Mr. Sheffield as she had come to know was reliable in finding her work that generated easy paychecks for quick gigs. Her ex-boyfriend had known the man, as they had shared dinner many times back in Los Angeles. Sometimes those memories felt like a lifetime ago, all while his hair continued to grey and the wrinkles grew deeper on his face. There had been a time when her ex once accused her of sleeping with Sheffield for favors. How he came up with such a rumor had only baffled Hannah, yet now she had to wonder what if she did make such a decision? Taking an elevator up to the eighth floor, Hannah crossed her arms over her busty chest while standing there by herself. The walls of the elevator were painted black, fitting with only a metal safety bar shining in metallic silver.

Richard's office was away from the typical cubicle offices, as he had now since retired as a working agent and taken his position further up the corporate ladder. Hannah had made the assumption that he had to be mentoring some younger agent as his successor. That was just the kind of man he was, from all her observations over the years. While he had a family, Hannah was given the impression that Richard cared about his legacy to some extent within his line of work. Her boyfriend was once in the position where the man could have properly mentored him, but that became a lost opportunity. Hannah could easily guess that with this new job, he would be looking for a new agent he could mentor. Last night Richard had called her and asked her to visit his office for a Tuesday afternoon visit. Her eyes scanned the white walls down a series of hallways. Stomping her heels across the marble floor, Hannah passed by several people.

Each office door was black with a tinted mosaic white tile across the front that offered a dim view of what could be happening in the room. Each name was engraved on a gold plate directly below that blurry window. When Hannah reached Richard's office, she could see a shadow move from within the room. This was enough for her to see he already had company upon her arrival. Who could the person be? It was easy to take guesses but before she decided to knock on the door, Hannah's curiosity sparked. The hallway was empty apart from any other person, so she took it upon herself to quietly shove her right ear up to the door. Richard's old voice was only brief. It became impossible to make out any words from him, all through the door itself. This was a waste of time, Hannah thought to herself. Rather than trying to eavesdrop, she stood back up and raised her hand to knock on the door.

"That must be her. Come on in, Hannah!"

An all too familiar voice called out her name, causing Hannah to softly giggle before clutching the metal doorknob. She twisted it, opening the door and stepping inside. Her eyes were immediately greeted by Richard's other guest in the room stood across from the desk. A tall man in a black pinstriped suit with a shiny red tie. His face was clean shaved with slicked back dark brown hair. He offered a friendly smile while the door quietly shut behind her. Richard was standing in his white shirt, evidently taking his jacket off earlier before her arrival.

"How are you doing today, Hannah?"

The older man offered a smile and stepped around to place his hand on her shoulder. Smiling back at Richard, she flashed her full pearly white teeth and nodded before replying.

"I'm doing fine today, thank you."

"Hannah, this is Jeffrey Odomes."

His hand extended, welcoming her to shake it. His dark brown eyes glared back at her. Hannah offered a smile to the man, noticing that he had to be close to her age.

"Please call me, Jeff. I've heard a lot about you from Mr. Sheffield, it's good to finally be meeting you."

"I hope what you've heard has been all positive."

Richard began to laugh.

"If there were any bad stories to tell this man about you dear, believe me, I'd have to think hard to remember them. Hannah knows how to avoid trouble, that's for sure."

The old man's words made Hannah blush for a moment. Jeff's eyes studied her face, all before Richard began to speak again and took their attention.

"Mr. Odomes here is an agent in the company. He's looking for someone to represent and that's why I called you here today."

Smiling back at him, Hannah's easy guess was correct. There was no need to brag, but she felt satisfied that she could read this situation easily.

"He's looking for a model to represent. Someone that he can get to work in the fashion lines. That's why I called you up, I've recommended you to him."

Before Hannah had a chance to reply, Jeff spoke.

"Mr. Sheffield here tells me that you're one of his best models he had back in L.A. You're not one who likes to get into trouble and waste money playing P.R. games."

Giggling again, Hannah knew from that choice of words, Jeff had to be referring to the last model he worked for. She was eager to learn what this drama was, but business had to come first. Placing her hands on her hips, she smiled back at him, almost smugly.

"You don't have to worry about me. I've never been one to attract paparazzi cameras anyway. You're more into the fashion business huh?"

Jeff nodded at her, prompting Hannah to speak again.

"That's good, cause if Mr. Sheffield here didn't tell you, I'm more of a girl who likes to hit the runway. If you can work me out some contracts and deals for runway shows, I'm sure you and I will get along just fine."

He smirked and then looked back at Richard who was now giggling.

"What did I tell you? She's a smart girl who knows what she wants."

Accepting that compliment with pride, Hannah crossed her arms over her chest and curved her soft lips into a matching smirk. Richard carried on speaking.

"Hannah, I want you to give Jeffrey here a shot. If you like him, I'll prepare the contracts and he can become your new agent. If not, then I'll look to find someone else."

The older man turned, giving another look towards Jeff and spoke again.

"So far you haven't disappointed me. I'm expecting you to manage her well."

"Yes, Mr. Sheffield."

That look on Richard's face was enough to tell Hannah that this new man was another pupil in line. His choice of words was in his way, asking Jeff to not become a disappointment. She never asked Richard if he cared about his legacy, but the older man made it apparent that he was desperately seeking someone to mentor. Jeff was only the latest in line of what had to be several agents Richard had offered a hand to. He did not need to know about the previous failures, Hannah thought to herself. At least for now, she wanted to get to know this man better. Uncrossing her arms, Hannah smiled back at Jeff, giving him a nod before speaking.

"How about we go out and talk in a place a little more... private?"

Hannah grinned after her last word. Richard smiled to both of them, nodding at her spoken suggestion.

"Yes, I think that's what you both should do."

His eyes turned to Jeff who remained quiet.

"Go on. Spend some time getting to know each other. You're both young. You're not old enough to spend all day sitting in an office like me."

Jeff laughed at Richard who was now swaying his hand like he was brushing them off. Hannah giggled and then grabbed Jeff's hand, latching onto it as she pulled him closer and went to the door. He opened the door for them to both leave, walking hand in hand now.

"First time in Miami, Jeff?"

He shook his head as they began to walk.

"No, I've been living out here my entire life."

"Oh, so you're a local boy huh?"

Blushing at her comment, Jeff could not contain his smile as they approached the elevator. Hannah stepped away from him, moving with her back against the elevator doors as she pressed the button off to the side. No words were spoken as she made sure his entire attention was focused on her while the metal doors of the elevator came sliding open. There was something about Jeff's looks that told Hannah he was going to be up for a fun evening with her. She slowly stepped backwards into the elevator, heels clicking and clacking as her purse dangled from her shoulder. Jeff stepped into the elevator and Hannah smirked, pointing at the buttons.

"After you, Mr. Odomes."

His left hand moved across the buttons, hitting the last one to go down to the main lobby. From there, Hannah could see he was not wearing a wedding ring. It did not matter to Hannah if Jeff had a girlfriend. She knew right then and there, that if they were to hit it off on this date, he was going to remain on her radar. As the elevator rode down, she offered a smile, noticing his eyes looking over her body.

"Come on, let's grab a bite to eat. I'll take you to one of my favorite places across town."

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3 HOURS LATER

The sunlight had become a welcoming friend as the day progressed. Jeff showed Hannah to his car, a sleek black Mercedes Benz. Offering her the choice to pick their destination. She asked him to drive through Downtown and into Wynwood, a place Hannah had spent much time since returning to Miami. Jeff had commented that he lived there but Hannah did not push him on the details during that first drive. She chose a small sushi bar, local to the Wynwood area. Hannah informed Jeff that the place may have been expensive but served the best drinks off to the side. He did not object to her, instead allowing her to lead him on. It was fun calling the shots so far, giving her the impression this man was going to be easy for what she wanted. While they sat there and ate their servings, Hannah learned more about Jeff.

He was thirty-one years of age, never married but had a longtime girlfriend. Hannah wasted no time pressing the details of their relationship, all while she reminded Jeff repeatedly that she was single. His girlfriend went by the name Kate, prompting Hannah to make a joke about Kate Upton. It was amusing to watch him blush and try to fight off the laughter. Apparently, his girlfriend worked at a law firm across town, acting as a paralegal alongside a personal injury lawyer. Jeff had let it slip that Kate was currently out of town with her lawyer, working on a case that she had not spilled many details to him about. The tone in his voice told Hannah that he was disappointed, possibly hoping to hear more from his girlfriend's work. That only prompted her to ask if he also shared his work related drama with her. The answer was a reassuring yes. He told Kate everything she wanted to hear.

Would he tell his girlfriend about me? That was the question lingering in Hannah's head. Jeff would make an easy prey for seduction, she thought to herself. Upon leaving the restaurant, Jeff made the choice to take Hannah out to Albert Pallot Park. From there, the sunlight poured on as they walked through a paved path shrouded by palm trees on both sides. The pathway led down a view of the water and South Beach in the distance. Hannah welcomed the wind, now walking without her purse that she had left in the car. Jeff took off his jacket earlier, as the weather was too much to walk around sweating in a full suit. His hands were shoved down into his pockets as they walked the paved path. The wind rustled through the trees, blowing Hannah's long golden locks of hair into her face. She pushed the hair from her face as they began to talk once again.

"You know, all this time I've got to know you, but we haven't talked business at all. In fact, I think we've talked about everything but work."

Hannah giggled at his words. Her heels clicked and clacked across the concrete pavement as she replied.

"Yeah, I guess you've got a point. The way I see it, we aren't in an office so I wasn't in the mood to waste all your time talking about work."

"That's fair enough."

Laughing again, she glanced at his face. The wind continued to blow, not phasing Jeff whatsoever as he let out a sigh. Hannah spoke again.

"I know there's gonna be a big runway show soon for spring. If you can get me in that with the other girls, I can consider signing you as my agent."

Jeff laughed.

"It's funny that you get to decide on that. The last talent agency I worked for, you would've had to sign a contract by now to get me to go that far."

All Hannah could do was smirk, flashing her full perfect teeth in a grin.

"I've known Mr. Sheffield for a long time. You can blame him for giving you the short end of the stick like that. But why are you complaining, Jeff? Do you feel cheated on it?"

"No, I didn't mean it like that! It's just-"

She cut him off, raising her index finger up to her lips.

"Shhhhhhh! I can fix this for you."

Lowering her finger from her mouth, Hannah felt now was the time to reveal her inner seductress. All this time, Jeff had given her all the details she needed for his home life and current relationship. If his girlfriend was not home, who was going to stop them tonight? It all came down to if he truly wanted to indulge himself with a known model like her. Hannah shoved her hands into her pockets, right as Jeff pulled his out. They stood there, gazing at each other for a moment. Since he did not speak back, that offered her the chance to talk again.

"Look, you're a good looking guy and all alone at home. I'm single and we can do this with no strings attached. Your girlfriend isn't gonna be coming back tonight, is she?"

Jeff quietly shook his head, prompting Hannah to flash her full teeth in a grin.

"See? And what better way for us to get to know each other?"

He looked away from her, letting out a sigh as he shoved his hands back into his pockets.

"Can't say I've ever cheated on Kate before."

"But I can promise I'd never tell her. Besides, I'm probably never going to meet your girlfriend anyway."

Laughing at her remark, Jeff blushed. Hannah figured he would be easy. She expected a slight argument at first, but this man had already laid his cards out to tell her what kind of person he was.

"I've never fucked on the first date."

Hannah grinned back at him.

"And I can be your first then. You can fuck me now that we've had our date."

Stepping a bit closer to him, Hannah raised her right hand and pushed it along his white shirt. Still teasing him, she stepped back and planted her hands onto her hips modeling before him. The wind blew through her golden hair, swaying it to the left side as she watched his eyes scan across down from her slender legs and up to her flat stomach. Jeff took a moment to look at her tits before smiling back up at her lustful face. There was a reason why this man did not say no. Maybe he wanted to get off on the thrill of cheating as she did. The expression across his face told Hannah that he was trying to resist her temptation but that was a difficult task currently at hand. Swallowing his breath, Jeff exhaled deeply and then looked back at her, nodding.

"Alright, come on. I've got a room at a condo not far from here. We could walk there if you wanted."

Turning her back to him, Hannah clicked and clacked her heels knowing that Jeff would be following directly behind her. She strutted her hips, giggling as she responded to him.

"And leave my purse behind? No thank you, honey!"

Jeff nearly ran ahead of her, prompting Hannah to giggle again. She wanted to play the act of a tease some more, so she dashed ahead of him as they both went running to the car now. It was parked facing the right side of the road with the driver's side door in Hannah's sight. By the time she reached the car, she turned around and felt Jeff's hands wrap around her. He pulled her in and their lips met for a passionate kiss. The man simply could not wait until they were behind closed doors before he finally kissed her. Hannah moaned into his mouth, pulling back and glaring at him with her deep blue eyes. She exhaled, breathing in his face before biting down on her lower lip.

"Come on, take me back to your place and you can fuck me all night long. That's what you wanna do, right? Wanna fuck me, Jeff?"