Part Seven

Arriving at the hotel where Daniella Santos’s Penthouse was located following that night’s fashion show, Peter escorted Vera and Adrianna to the elevator, watching as the doors slid shut behind them and began its slow ascent to the penthouse. As it did Peter couldn’t help but fuss with the sleeve of his shirt while staring at his reflection in the mirror on the side wall.

"Relax. We’re just here to make Vera look good." Adrianna told him, before taking his hand into hers, causing Peter to take a breath of relief.

It was then that the doors of the elevator opened up to the Penthouse, revealing a large number of guests already at the party and Vera immediately stepped out, flanked on either side by Peter and Adrianna, her arms looped around theirs. Eyes almost immediately flicked their way, as did some whispers, something that Vera was clearly hoping for based on asking them both to be her date.

"Vera, darling," Sabine Monet, a stunning twenty-seven-year-old French supermodel with blonde hair, enchanting blue eyes, very large breasts, firm toned ass wrapped up in a tight and very short cocktail dress purred. "You certainly made an entrance. And with the Grayson siblings?"

"Who better?" Vera smirked.

“Bold answer,” Sabine replied, lifting her glass. “I suppose that means the rest of us will have to work harder tonight.”

“That’s kind of the point,” Adrianna responded as she looked over briefly at Peter. “It wouldn't be much of a party otherwise.”

“Do excuse us Sabine, there are people I want to introduce my dates to,” Vera said before taking hold of Peter's and Adrianna's hands and leading them away.

Moving deeper into the room, weaving through clusters of designers, models and industry insiders. Peter overheard several different conversations in-between the loud music until finally they reached the bar.

“Vera,” Jamie Waterfield, a twenty-seven-year-old model with long brown hair, dark brown eyes, a slender figure with medium-sized breasts and a tight, firm ass accentuated by the dress she wore called out to them. “You survived the show.”

“Barely,” Vera laughed. “But I had excellent motivation.” Vera said as she indicated to the Grayson siblings.

“All the more reason to celebrate,” Allison Bloom added, raising her drink.

Allison Bloom was a twenty-five-year-old model who had brown hair and brown eyes with an athletic figure with D-cup breasts, a slim abdomen, and a nice athletic ass highlighted by the mini-skirt and crop-top she wore.

“Peter.” Peter said as he smiled at the group of models.

“Nice to finally meet you in person,” Leela Di Marco with a smirk. Leela was a twenty-five-year-old model with golden skin with long brown hair, chocolate brown eyes with large breasts and an incredibly curvy ass showcased by her halter-top and jeans she wore. “We've heard quite the stories about you,”

“All probably out of context,” Peter teased.

“I highly doubt it,” The twenty-four-year-old Australian Supermodel, Grace O’Hara who was a tall woman with blonde hair, green eyes, a curvy figure with large breasts and a curvy ass commented.

“Careful,” Adrianna chimed in. “You’ll end up with stories of your own.”

“Would that be a bad thing?” The twenty-three-year-old Brazilian supermodel, Daniella Santos who had long wavy black hair, green eyes, slightly tanned skin, large breasts, and a very curvy ass asked.

“Not at all,” Sabine said. “Parties like this… they’re rarely just parties.”

“Good,” Adrianna said as she sat down between Daniella and Grace. “We’d hate for it to be boring.” Adrianna added, causing the group to

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As](http://laugh.As) they settled in with the Global Girls and shared drinks, partied and laughed amongst each other, Peter found himself interacting with each girl including Ryann Oliver, a twenty-three-year-old model with light brown hair, dark brown eyes, large breasts and tight fit ass until he found himself with Jamie and Daniella.

“You know,” Daniella said. “You’re not what I expected.”

“I get that a lot tonight.” Peter responded.

“Do you?” Jamie asked. “And does it bother you?”

“Not really.” Peter admitted.

“It really doesn't, does it?” Daniella commented. “Men in your position and background usually try to dominate a room like this and try to use their position to their own advantage,”

“Who says I’m not?” Peter commented.

“It’s clearly not the way you do things,” Daniella said plainly.

“It sounds like you both admire that?” Peter said curiously.

“Maybe a little,” Jamie teased. “It’s refreshing actually. It means you're different from most guys at this party. And that's always fun.”

“Let's see how much,” Daniella commented before ordering a few more shots from a waiter.

Doing several shots with Jamie and Daniella, Peter found himself dancing with both girls not long after and it was only a few minutes after that he found himself sharing drinks with Sabine and Adrianna before being stolen away by Vera who danced with him until they got dragged into doing shots with the I.T. girls.

“You’re falling behind,” Vera commented as she tossed her hair over her shoulder without looking.

“I’m pacing myself.” Peter smirked.

“Sure you are.” Vera responded. “The Peter Grayson pacing himself.”

“It’s still early.” Peter shrugged despite knowing how late it had gotten already.

“Is that so? Then you won't mind if we dance.” Vera said, indicating towards the dancefloor.

“Fine,” Peter said with a grin. “Let's dance.”