Sharon and Jake had put their adoption plans on hold, claiming that life was too hectic at the moment and they wouldn’t be able to give a child the time it would need. Their working schedule was changing on a weekly basis and there were late nights involved. Sometimes running the club meant working seven nights a week, especially around Christmas and New Year, with all the festive parties they had to deal with.

Jake felt a little disappointed about this, as he had looked forward to having a child, but Sharon was adamant; it wouldn’t be fair on the child. She was going to wait till things calmed down before committing herself. Poor Elle yearned for grandchildren, but she knew there was nothing on the horizon, especially if Tony had anything to do with it.

Tony had girlfriend after girlfriend – and sometimes more than one. Then there were the private parties he held in his apartment with a few of the more well-known models he had become acquainted with. There were many and yet there were none. As the years had passed, Jake had met just one woman anyone might say was Tony’s girlfriend.

Roxy was a well-known model who was now hoping to start a television acting career. She had sugar daddies coming out of her ears and they all adored her. You could see that, from all the expensive diamonds and furs she wore. She and Tony were both cut from the same cloth, it seemed.

They had met at the club, and Roxy had invited Tony to a photo shoot she was doing for a magazine. He had gone along out of curiosity, not expecting much, but when the photographer realised who Tony was, he instantly started taking photos of him.

The photographer said Tony had ‘natural beauty’, and seemed more engrossed with taking photos of him than of Roxy. In the end, Tony and Roxy had appeared in the photos together and they made a very handsome couple. Roxy was just over six feet tall, with very long legs. Her blonde hair hung all the way down her back, the ends touching her backside. She, like a lot of models, had had a boob job, making her waist look even slimmer.

She enjoyed life and she loved going to the club, sitting on a bar stool at the end of the bar near where Tony stood. She liked this glamorous lifestyle where she drank champagne, and waited for Tony to ask her to dance or make conversation, in between his business deals.

Sometimes it seemed she had waited in vain and wasted her time, because there were nights when some other woman caught Tony’s eye and flirted with him, and it would be this other woman Tony would stand and drink champagne with, and then take more bottles up to his apartment with.

Roxy would leave with her girlfriends, feeling disheartened and hurt, but Tony had never made any promises, nor had he ever called her his girlfriend.