Heartbreaker

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"Damn! Who is that?" Ashley Van Allen asked referring to the tall black haired bombshell that just walked into the fundraising event.

"She's hot." Hayden Reed, Ashley's bestfriend commented staring at the beauty himself as she confidently walked into the room attracting the attention of everyone, both male and female.

Nate Kingsley, Ashley's bestfriend followed their gaze and gasped in surprise when he saw the beautiful and unforgettable face of Ivory St Laurent. "That's Ivory St Laurent." He whispered silently but loud enough for his friends to hear him clearly.

"Who is she?" Ashley asked turning towards his bestfriend as he stared at the beauty in a way he couldn't describe.

Georgia Kingsley, Nate's beautiful and dark skinned wife looked at Ashley as if he had suddenly grown two heads. "You don't know the St Laurent's?"

Ashley shook his head. "No, I just moved here remember?"

"Wow.. She's a St Laurent?" Hayden asked in surprise, turning to stare at the stunning beauty once again as she moved around the hall ignoring the blatant stares of admiration, envy and lust thrown her away.

"Who are the St Laurent?" Ashley asked curiously his eyes on Ivory as she was having a conversation with a guy who looked like he would rather tear her clothes off.

"They're very wealthy.. I wouldn't call them wealthy, more like billionaires, they own half of Manchester, they're into real estate, construction, hotels etc.. They're one of the richest families in the UK." Georgia explained stealing a glance at Ivory.

"They're filthy rich." Nate added.

"Wow." Ashley muttered and he raised his eyebrow in surprise when he noticed that Ivory St Laurent was walking towards them with all eyes following her movement.

Ivory St Laurent, the name alone when whispered or seen in a news article or gossip column evoked a reaction from people, be it envy, jealousy, admiration, lust or love anyone, it doesn't change the fact that she was what they call an enigma.

At a staggering height of 5'11, with beautiful model like figure, one could mistake her for a model, but she wasn't the St Laurent involved in that line of work, that's reserved for her sister.

Everything about Ivory's physique was perfect and perfectly sculpted that people often argued that she had a plastic surgery, but Ivory was just born lucky. If Ivory's physique was perfect then her face is a masterpiece. With a slim perfectly shaped face, high cheekbones sharp like diamond, beautiful hazel colored eyes that brought out her sexy cat eyes, soft pink lips that begged to be kiss and perfectly carved yet natural eyebrow that made many make-up artiste and women jealous. Ivory was heart wrenchingly beautiful and unforgettable.

Dressed in a silver Versace gown that glittered like one of the beautiful and overpriced diamonds displayed in Cartier's, the gown had thin spaghetti straps, a long slit ran at the side and stopped at her slim creamy thighs calling attention to her long legs. On her feet was the latest collection of Manolo Blahnik heels. Her lips was painted in a nude color, her eyes lined with black kohl, her make-up expertly done. Her shoulder length black hair was silky and it fell on her shoulders, on her neck was a Bvgalri diamond choker and she complemented her ears with a dainty diamond studs. She completed her look with a silver Dior clutch.

Ivory knew all eyes were on her immediately she stepped into the hall, she was used to the stares after all she's a Saint Laurent.

When her father called her into his study this morning and told her she will be attending the fundraising event hosted by the Manchester United Club tonight, she had been royally pissed, her father wanted her to attend a big event like that and he was telling her hours before it started when all she wanted to do was spend her day in her bathtub, surrounded by rose petals and scented candles, drinking a bottle of Champagne or a glass of wine while listening to the sweet and beautiful voice of Ariana Grande or Justin Bieber. She deserved it after closing a major deal for their company with the Germans. But no, when her father wanted something, he expected it done with no complaints.