Asher

I sat back with a beer next to Dario, and waited for a show I expected to be boring.

Dario looked thrilled, but I just can't take my mind off Diara. She must have suffered tremendously. Knowing she used me, had torn me up for years. That girl broke me, and I don't believe I'll ever be whole again.

"You look bored? You do realize there's not one, but two, drop-dead gorgeous models about to give us a private show." Dario said.

"You do realize this is for my daughter, so you won't be seeing that much skin," I responded.

"That Victoria is a wild one, so I wouldn't be so sure." He responded.

I did have to laugh when I saw they enlisted a badass agent named Francisca to be their announcer.

"Ladies and gentlemen thank you for attending tonight's show. We will give you a glimpse through the history of fashion.

First, we have Victoria sporting a 1970's wraparound dress, that is both conservative and shows plenty of cleavage." Victoria does her runway walk, then runs over to the bar and takes a shot, and then poured another one.

"Next we have the exquisite Magdalen in her 1960's era shift dress and thigh high boots. Notice the unnecessary hight to her hair, only to push it down with a headband. The shimmers and bright colors are meant to blind men, so they don't notice her nearly exposed backside."

Damn! Diara's sister is smoking hot.

"This might just be my favorite assignment yet." Dario whispers, then winks at Maggie. Fucker, I might not like the woman, but he doesn't have to be eye fucking her.

She walked to the bar and took another shot, then walked back over to the door and coaxed Greer out.

"Our most beautiful model yet, is Miss Greer Copella. She is sporting a babydoll dress, with white socks, and a pair of Mary Jane's."

My chest just tightened as I watched my precious baby girl.

Maggie encouraged everyone to clap, and Greer blushed. The cutest damn thing I've ever seen.

"Now we will have a small break, and be back with you shortly."

Francesca walked over to Dario. "Really boss?" She had her hands on her hips.

"Go put on a perty dress if you don't like announcing." He teased her.

"You do realize just the other day, I was twisting a man's balls while I slit his throat? Two days later, and I'm playing pretty princess and babysitting. Maybe you should play the nanny."

Jesus Christ! I crossed my legs and gulped. I'll not forget to take it easy around this one.

"That little girl was living in filth and watching her mom shoot up a month ago, and now her mom is dead. You're doing it for the kid." Dario snapped, but whispered. He's a brave man.

"Dammit." She said, and turned around and walked away.

"Never get involved with an agent. They're some scary beings, and that one could gut you in a heartbeat."

I don't doubt the woman.

They kept on with the show, and Greer was adorable in all her dresses.

Then it happened.

"Maggie is wearing a satin gown from some 1930's collection. Notice her soft blond waves as they fall down her open back. The satin hugs on to her body like a glove."

Maggie shows off the long slit up the dress.

"Those long never-ending legs go on forever, and I imagine she's not wearing any panties under that damn gown."

What the fuck?

"The heels amplify the muscles in those tan legs." Maggie gives Francesca a dirty look.

"Ah, Dario?" I leaned in and whispered. He had a smirk on his face.

"Yep, another one of my agents has the hots for that girl."

Damn...

Maggie downs another shot with Victoria.

"Greer is wearing..."

I looked over at Maggie, and she had a red face. I would think she would be used to being hit on by both sexes by now. I tried to look for a panty line, but it didn't exist. She smiled at Greer, then looked at me.

My heart skipped a beat. Why does that woman have to be such a pain in the ass? Otherwise, she would be perfect.

She looked away and clapped for Greer, so I joined in and kept my eyes in the right place. They're now on my daughter.

Their last round was the 1920's, where Maggie and Victoria wore flapper dresses. Maggie wore a black wig with a bob cut, and it was pretty cute. Greer had her blond hair in tight curls and a short, but adorable dress. One of these days, I'll get to pick her up and hug her tightly in my arms. I'm afraid I'll never want to let her go.

Dario had a huge smile on his face, and rubbed his hands together. "The kid is going to bed, so maybe the girls will want to drink a few. I learned a while ago to keep the girls entertained while you're held up in a house with a bunch of agents. They might do something they will regret, so let them drink till they pass out. Then you don't have to worry about them sneaking the agents into their rooms."

Yeah, that's a bunch of shit, but I won't judge. I've had my fair share of women over the years.

Maggie approached me. "Elle is getting Greer ready for bed. Would you like to say good night?"

"It wouldn't freak her out? Maybe I should wait until she knows me better."

"Maybe you're right. If you want to take a peek later, she is a heavy sleeper. Opening her door won't wake her up."

I almost laughed.

"Nobody but you, me and Dario know, so the others may think I'm a pedophile."

She laughed. "Good point. You can watch from my room."

I had to smile. "Thanks, but again we may give them the wrong idea."

"Who cares? Everyone but Victoria is paid staff. Besides, I think she has plans for Dario later." She winked and smiled at me.

Go Dario.

"I'll get changed and tuck her in then, be right there."

She walked away, and I have to wonder why the little princess is being so nice.

I grabbed another beer and decided to give myself a tour of this massive home. My parents and grandparents have mansions, but they pale in comparison to this place.

I found a large room with marble floors, and my shoes echoed as I stepped inside. There were massive chandeliers and paintings on the walls. I found one that looked so much like Diara. I stared up at the painting, but the sadness was too much.

"Diara looked a lot like my grandmother." I turned and saw Maggie standing in the doorway.

"They had such a dislike for each other, but maybe it was jealousy. Grandmother was disfigured in the fire, and Diara held her beauty." She walked closer and admired the painting with me.

"Diara was the brains and the beauty. She was offered a modeling contract. Did she ever tell you?"

I shook my head no.

"Diara was kind, level-headed, intelligent, and beautiful. I'm trying very hard to be more like my sister. Greer deserves that kindness. Not just toward her, but toward you."

I turned and looked at her.

"You and I are a lot alike. I'm not always kind, and I am selfish, but when it came to Diara," I shook my head and didn't finish.

She tilted her head and looked up at me.

"You still love her." She said, but I shook my head no.

"I was a fool. She used me, and I did love her, but now I resent her. I resent her for hurting me and for not telling me I have a daughter, but I grieve for her at the same time. I'm so pissed that Greer had that life, while I had all these luxuries. It's not fair to that child. I resent her for dying."

She took a deep breath. "I feel the same way, but I thought I was being selfish again. Is it bad that I'm so pissed at her? She didn't even come to our parents funeral. Maybe I could have helped."

"That's not selfish." I don't know what else to say.

"It happened here in this house." She said, and I felt like I would fall to my knees.

"Here?"

"I've had the room plastered over along with everything inside. That room will never be opened up again."