It was a peaceful day in the Delon’s penthouse, and he was smoking a cigarette on his couch with his four beautiful mistresses wrapped around him.

Mia was talking sweet nothings into his ear, her arms wrapped around his, while Vivian and Freya were whining to get his attention.

“You’ll all get your turns so stop acting like petulant children.” He scoffed, puffing out a smoke of his cigarette with a hint of annoyance in his voice.