Hervia Bazaar was as posh as I imagined like entering modern Harrods but with lesser people and more attentive staff. The store houses exclusive and luxury couture fashion collections from local and international designers. Each designer lot has its own unique interior décor within their spatial areas as patrons would feel like they're passing from one runaway show to another.

I've met Jani at Cassie's party last summer. She worked as the co-designer for Lilmiszsophie, one of the local fashion designers which was relatively new to the industry. Jani specifically co-designed their accessories line and jewelry pieces.

We were given a private area which was temporarily closed for Jani and her friends to preview her pieces before the launching tomorrow. The rest of the Brazzers girls I met at the party were there too. It's like they were an A-Team, always in it together, no one left behind. I felt like being inside an adult slumber party, except it was in a store with Milla and her girlfriends gathered up in the center being served with drinks and some finger food, admiring the collection around us.

Turned out that they knew each other through Nick's courtesanship. I'm so sorry, I was a bit disturbed by this new acquired information that I couldn't keep myself together. All of them, except for Jani and Cassie had slept with Nick and they became best friends ever since. So, gathered in front of me were Nick's Brazzers Girl # 1 to #4.

I tried hard to digest this information as professionally and as normal as possible but I just experienced a mind blowing moment that I didn't know how to react. So, how does this group work? Each of them took turns to shag him upon his request and compare notes the next morning? Have they ever done threesomes? Do they only talk about Nick and his physique? Would they be offended if I ask this? OMG! My head hurts from making mental notes out of this.

"So, you're Nick's new call girl now?" Cassie asked, twisting her champagne glass between her fingers. "What happened to your fair-weather friend?"

"Nope, I'm just his assistant," I answered briefly. "Abs and I just split."

"Oh, what a shame! With that sass, I think I could eat him whole," Jessica moaned, pushing her head back looking at the chandelier above us and swiftly tilted down to look at me. "Do you still have his number?"

"You'll be eating his shit, Jessi. Stop mithering, it ain't worth it," Milla interrupted, sipping her drinks and pointed at one of the collections on display. "Jani, those pieces are to die for. What do you call that?"

We turned our heads to look at the direction Milla was pointing at. My eyes caught at a beautiful diamond studded choker with a shape of two wings curved to a wreath-like form, wrapping around the mannequin neck. The piece looks magnificent on its own, imagine those who wear it.

"Oh, that one's called Icarus Pride, inspired from the wings worn by Icarus," Jani explained. "Do you want to try it on."

Jani carefully unhook a small latch behind the choker and released it from the mannequin before placing it around Milla's neck. All eyes were on her, gazing in awe admiring the choker around her neck. She looked elegant in it.

The girls began their girl talk while I sat and observed. They exchanged teas from that bitch in last year's London Fashion Week to that celebrity who had an affair with one of the girls outside their network. Then, they diverted their discussion into something serious like leisure activities and Milla's preloved business.

Milla briefly explained to us about her new business which caught my interest. She collected her traveling clients' used designer apparels and bags that were worn once, twice or never worn to be sold to mass or collectors. Some were either purchased or were given to her. Items were a combination of clothes, shoes, bags, jewelries and timepiece some worn by famous celebrities were sold either online or through auction. Last month she managed to collect two to three bulk bags worth approximately ₤6,000.00 for each bag and profited about 30% or more from its nett worth, depending on its condition and who had worn them. It was a decent catch; she doesn't expect to reap a lot from it.

"So, what do you do as Nick's assistant?" Jani suddenly asked me.

"Basically just manhandling his timetable, personal and work related," I replied. "Running errands for him."

"So, he's pretty much ordering you around?" Cassie asked.

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Did you give him head when he asked?" Jessica asked bluntly.

The girls' cried, "Woah!" and cheered at her mischievousness. Jessica widened her eyes and wickedly stuck her tongue out and moved it around. I noted that she is the naughty one among them.

"No, I never give him any heads. Whatever we do is purely professional," I denied. Although we had a couple of sparring sessions together, those were my personnel development course, so that should be counted as professional. But what about last week at the warehouse when I unconsciously slapped his tight bum because he startled me from behind? I don't have to tell them that.

"So you two never had fun? Never shag each other's brains out?" Jessica asked in disappointment. "He never pinned you onto his office table and worked his ways on you?"

"Nope," my voice trailed off.

"Jessi, come on," Milla reproved casually. "You're making her edgy."

"Okay, okay. But as his assistant, it's important for her to understand which one of us she needs to call in case Nick needs a shrink." Jessica raised her hand and looked at them before turning to me. "Nick likes feisty woman, someone who can put up a fight, rough sex preferable, that'll turn him on. That's why I get more calls than these bitches."

The other girls groaned loudly at her gloat.

"Come on, there are times Nick prefers normal missionaries over rough sex," Deena countered.

"That's why he came to you whenever he likes to cuddle," Jessica responded.

"No, he came to me whenever he was in mood for ebony," Deena corrected. "Eliza gets the cuddles."

And the debate on Nick began, throwing in titillating details of his sexual preferences, physique status and coitus routine on the floor for me to digest. Each differs from one another. I think they just answered my subliminal questions earlier on.

"Oh, love. Make sure you pack for him rubbers," Deena snapped me from my daze. "He can't live without them?"

"Rubbers?" I repeated, unfocused with the overwhelming amount of information that I needed to grasp.

"Durex, love. He doesn't do creampies."

"Yeah, make sure get him the XL ones, medium rubbers constricted his boa," Eliza chimed in with a pun.

"So what happens if he does?" I asked bluntly and all of them went silent.

"No clue, never had one," Eliza replied. "In fact we haven't seen him that much since he's working double jobs with his daddy's business and his own. Except for Milla 'coz he's her BGF – best guy friend."

"Yeah, he's been busy," Milla said before she turned to me. "Just to be clear, we're no longer his fille de joie. Jess was just pulling your leg."

My relieved expression made Jessica chortled. "But seriously, you have no feelings for him at all?" she asked. "Did he not even check up on your Kardashian-Jenner ass? Are you two even normal?"

"She does, she's denying it," Milla declared.

"No, I wasn't," I said, fidgeting.

"Don't be daft, ZJ. You're not listening to your heart hard enough to see the connection between you two. You both rocked the chemistry table," Milla smirked and fixed her piercing look at me.

"Cool, you can be our fifth Spice Girls," Jessica said perkily. "We're sick of being the Little Mix."