The Man of Glamour
PREFACE
Narcissistic, egotistic, fabulously fantastic, and deviously DEMONIC. Meet the man of your nightmares. Meet the one and the only man of glamour.
The silver jet just landed on the soil of Japan. The airport staff rushed out to welcome the passenger. Paparazzo sped outside to bombard him with tons of questions. Countless supporters stood outside the jet, excitedly waiting for their idol to step on to the same ground they were stepping in.
"Sir, shall we go meet them?"
A smirk slowly formed on his lips. He flung his luscious locks of dark hair into the air and slid on a pair of Dolce and Gabbana shades. "I, the epitome of perfect beauty, stepping into the same soil as these lowlifes? Well, well, I may immensely dislike it; however I am obliged to grant them the privilege of seeing genuine loveliness."
He stepped his Ferragamo shoes onto the floor of the jet and slowly made his way to the exit, ever prepared for such a scenario.
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S…Behold, the descent of the Man of Glamour.
Ear-splitting sounds of screaming, shrieking, cheering, and indecent proposals filled the air as the fans caught sight of his Ferragamo shoes. Some women fainted as his loosely buttoned Yves Saint Laurent suit revealed itself. The men had jealousy written all over their faces. "Be amazed beyond imagination, for I, the man of glamour, have arrived!"