His dark hair was slicked back just enough to reveal his sharp cheekbones and strong jawline, pointed nose, and soft rosy lips. His face was so symmetrical, and his aura so intimidating that he looked like a demon god stepped out of a painting.
A pair of tinted glasses shielded his eyes from the blinding flashes, reflecting the lights of the cameras.
The crowds went into a frenzy, and the ladies tried to break through the security, their hands reaching out to grab him.
Reporters are lined along the sides of the carpet, microphones raised, cameras flashing nonstop.
Fans pressed against the barricades on either side of the carpet, and the security struggled to hold them back.
"Mr. Quinn look over here."
"Mr. Quinn, why did you decide to reveal your presence at the charity event?"
"Mr. Quinn, what do you have to say about the women waiting on you?"
"Mr. Quinn, will you be taking a bride home today?"
"Mr. Quinn, how does it feel to be the number one most desirable bachelor?"
"Mr. Quinn, what plans do you have for the Quinn Conglomerate group?"
Reporters yell questions over one another, while the fans squeal and cry, and every lens points at him like he were royalty.
Adrian Quinn, spared the reporters a glance, giving them a chance to get a better picture. Then without uttering a word, he strode into the building.
The crowd pressed itself against the barricade at the entrance door. Screaming his name.
…
(inside Skyline Venue)
The vast hall glittered under the weight of a hundred chandeliers, each crystal catching the light and scattering it across the marble floor. The polished surface shone like a mirror, reflecting the glow of golden lamps and the shimmer of sequined gowns.
Tables draped in silk lined the sides of the room, champagne glasses resting neatly on silver trays as waiters in crisp black and white moved silently between the guests.
A violin quartet played in the corner, the soft notes weaving into the hum of quiet conversations.
Prominent figures filled the space, politicians with their carefully measured smiles, old-money tycoons in tailored tuxedos, and socialites draped in jewels.
Even the country's most famous actresses, women accustomed to stealing attention wherever they went, found themselves dimmed the moment Adrian Quinn entered.
The air shifted with his presence. Conversations faltered, heads turned, and whispers followed his every step. Women's eyes sparkled with barely concealed longing, as if he were something forbidden but irresistible.
Men gave him nods of respect tinged with envy. It wasn't just an entrance. It was dominance, the kind that made everyone remember why Adrian Quinn was untouchable.
Some of the guests made their way to him.
"Mr. Quinn, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. I am the CEO of the Wayne Corporation enterprise." A man in his early forties stretched out his hand.
Adrian looked down at his extended hand. Then, he slowly removed his glasses.
The world seemed to stand still, his chocolate-brown eyes made the women gasp, their cheeks burning with a red hue.
"Nice…" Before Adrian could begin his words, a commotion broke out from the entrance door.
The guards ran after a lady who was in her early twenties, who ran straight towards Adrian.
She stopped a few steps away from him, her hand reaching for her black coat.
Her eyes met with Adrian's, and the world seemed to slow for a moment…
The noises from the guests and guards died down, becoming nothing but muffled noises.
"FUCK ME, ADRIAN!!!" The lady screamed at the top of her lungs, opening her jacket wide, revealing a short sexy red gown.
Gasps erupted, and the hall froze in disbelief.
.......
(A few hours before the scandal)
A lady stood in front of a mirror, her red dress clung to her body, accentuating her curves. Her long black hair was styled in soft locs, pulled to one side of her neck.
The cat eyeliner made her almond eyes bold and dangerous at the same time giving her a sexy look.
Her red soft rosy lips were painted in bold red. Her oval face would make every head turn her way.
Her pale skin was a sharp contrast to her red gown.
Her eyes were distant and cold… "It is time to meet the famous Adrian Quinn," she muttered softly, her lips pulled into a mischievous smirk. "You got this, Snow." She inhaled deeply.
Adding a final touch to her face, she pulled the black coat hanging on the hanger, and walked out of her one-room apartment.
The cold wind brushed over her face as she walked down the alley. She stopped at the side of the main road, ordering a taxi.
She opened her phone to watch the latest news about the charity event… most importantly. Adrian Quinn.
"Wait for me, I'll make this night, a night you'll never forget in your entire life. A special night." She muttered under her breath, her eyes sparkling as different scenarios played in her head.
...
"FUCK ME, ADRIAN!!!" Snow screamed at the top of her lungs, ripping her coat open to reveal her sexy dress.
Her heart pounded in her ears as her eyes met those of Adrian's. He looked like a terrified bunny, one she couldn't wait to own.
Her chest rose and fell heavily. Deep down she felt fear of being dragged away. Fear of not accomplishing her mission.
'Snow, remember you got this.' She nodded.
Before the crowd could register her words she hurled her way straight into Adrain's arms.
Adrian Quinn stood frozen in his spot, his head tilted slightly as if he was unable to bring himself out of the shock.
The world slowed for a moment, but the moment Snow crashed into his arms, the noise broke out in gasps and cameras flashing and shuttling.
The crowd widened their eyes, totally stunned by what was in front of them.
The famous untouchable bachelor staggered back from the impact, crashing to the ground with Snow still in his arms… and then, Snow's lips crashed into his.