Part One:

» [Kris] The Model

» BAD BOY THEME

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Your beeping phone woke you up from your peaceful sleep. Groaning, you fumbled around for your phone and sloppily clicked around. It was a message from an unknown number.

If you recieved this message, please call back ASAP.

You groaned and fell back into the pillows. Call back? Psh, as if. And it may just be a spam message. You had better things to do right now, like sleep. All you wanted to do was enjoy the remaining days of semestral break as much as possible, especially since you could still feel the exhaustion from the job you just quit. Well, not exactly quit...

With that, your mind started to drift off to that day. When you still had your job as a "clothing handler." And how it dramatically changed into a magazine model. And Kris.....

How his touch felt against your skin...

How he was rough but careful and everything blended into something blissful...

You shook your head as a shiver crawled up your spine. You really should stop thinking about that. It never meant anything. It was just his job, and you were only forced to do it.

But... it wasn't like you hated it.

"Urrrrghh stop it brain!" You mashed your face against the pillow. Amber, the head designer, told you back then that they'll just contact you when they need something. They already gave you an advanced payment anyway, which was a "little" too much to be just payment for being a clothing handler. She recommended for you to stop working for a while and think if you wanted to be a full fledged model. But these past few days, all you wanted was to enjoy the peaceful semestral break. Being a model would mean stress and less sleep, which was totally not your thing.

Your phone suddenly rang, making you jump. Someone was calling. It was the same number as before.

"Hello? Is this miss ______?" A female voice spoke.

"Uhhh, yes? Who is this?"

"Miss ______, I am an organizer from the Exotic Magazine. We just wanted to inquire if you would be able to attend today?"

You sat up brows furrowing. "The what? I'm sorry, but what are we talking about?"

"The Exotic Magazine. The one you modelled for two weeks ago with Mr. Wu Kris. Today us the releasing day, and we wan't to have the models with us, if possible. Mr. Wu is coming."

She sounded like she wanted you to come. You look around, starting to feel panicked.

"Uhhh... ok.... what time does it start?"

Her tone brightened up, and you could tell she was smiling. "4 p.m at the Grand Moreux Hall. But we'll send a limo to pick you up. We'll be very pleased to see you there, Miss _____. Have a good day."

And she hung up.

You stared at the phone. It's just 9 a.m. You still have plenty of time to prepare. Sighing, you stood up and went to your closet. What do people wear in magazine release parties? Hopefully it wouldn't require extremely expensive branded gowns. All you have here is a simple trailing black gown you wore once in a College night.

As you started walking around, you couldn't help it when your stomach started swirling due to mixed emotions.

Frustrated because your day of relaxation was ruined.

Anxious because people might judge you if you don't look as fab as a model should be.

And excited because Kris would be there. You would be able to see him once again. But would you even be able to talk to him? After the things you did the last time?

You clutched your pounding chest. Calm down. What's ought to happen will happen. For now, you have to freshen up, because later you would be the star of the day.

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At 3:45 p.m the limo finally came. When you walked out of the apartment looking all fab with your flowing black dress and the chaffeur by your side, you felt so nervous because the other people in the building were peeking out their windows, wondering why the heck you looked like you'd attend the oscars and even had a limo. But you had to get used to it, because later, the attention will be so much more. How they knew your adress? You had no idea. Must be the wonders of working for a famous brand. 

As soon as you reached the Grand Moreux Hall, you hated the fact that you were absolutely right. The limo stopped right at the end of a long red carpet, where dozens of cameramen were standing on each side.

"A RED CARPET! HOLY SHIT!" You wanted to scream out, but held it all in. You had to act like a very refined woman. Taking in a deep breath, you stepped out of the limo as the chaffeur opened the door. The cameras immediately started flashing, and you fought the urge to shut your eyes to avoid getting blind.

"Are you the female model of the magazine?" Someone yelled out as you walked past them.

"Yes I am. Thank you." You smiled.

"Are you a newbie? How come you were able to partner with supermodel Wu Kris?"

What did they mean? What were you supposed to answer? That you got chosen because the real model was sick and they had no choice?

Before you could even answer, a hand wrapped around your waist, and the presence of a tall person filled your side. You looked up and saw Kris.

Kris.

"She's a newbie with real talent. She's got great potential, so they chose her to be partnered with me."

You forced a smile and nodded, though deep inside you were wondering if he was telling a truth or a lie. He waved one last time to the cameras before guiding you into the building.

"You look amazing." He suddenly said. You tried not to gawk. He just talked to you. Does that mean things won't be awkward?

"Well... thanks... You look amazing as well."

He's not just amazing. Darn he was smoking HAWT. With that white tux and his caramel hair styled in place, he looked so perfect in every way. With or without clothes, he still looked like the finest man that ever lived.

As soon as the crowd around the hall noticed the two of you, they started clapping. Kris didn't seem surprised as he just smiled and waved.

Ok then. Just smile and wave.

What happens when you mix fame with an awkward potato?

A girl in a black gown that had probably the most awkward smile ever in media history.

"Wine, monsieur? Madame?"

"Thanks." Kris mumbled to the server as he took two glasses. He handed one to you.

"You're nervous." He gently smiled. "I see you're not used to this kind of parties. The wine might calm you down a little."

You nodded and took a little sip. You couldn't help if this was really the same Kris you met two weeks ago. This Kris is so calm and gentle, very much different to the rough and wild side of him. Or does he even remember what happened then?

Someone started speaking up at the stage, and a slideshow presentation started running on the huge screen beside the stage. Most of them were pictures of you and Kris, most probably the ones now in the magazine, and you tried your best not to look even just once. Kris chuckled, making you look up at him. He didn't say anything though, and just looked back at you with something shining in his eyes, as if he was trying to speak through them. But you didn't understand what it was.

"You're used to this thing, aren't you?" You tried to sound casual, without any sign of disappointment in your voice.

"Yes. It's my job." He slightly smiled. You felt the stab right through. There, he said it. It's just his job. And that only made things more painful, because to you, it meant more than just a job.

Suddenly, people started murmuring and glancing by the front door. Then you saw this tall copper haired woman with a fitting silver dress. She looked so beautiful, but she looked angry. Seriously angry.

"The woman in that magazine is supposed to be me!" She screeched. You felt your blood run cold. Oh no.

"Miss Chu, please calm down." The host said calmly.

"I am NOT going to calm down!" She stomped up the stage and yanked the mic off the host. He just backed off, and something was telling you that they've seen her like this before. Even Kris didn't seem fazed.

"That girl," she jabbed a finger at your photo on the screen. "She is nowhere near my level and yet, you let her tamper a famous magazine like this?" She cackled.

"I was sick during the photoshoot. I couldn't even breathe properly. It wasn't like I chose not to attend. I am obviously more deserving and yet, I was deprived of that opportunity because they were impatient. And selfish."

You wanted to cry. You couldn't do anything, because she was right. You deserved nothing of this. This fame wasn't for you. You were only supposed to be a nobody.

You were about to step back, but Kris held you in place. He gave you a reassuring smile, and wrapped a hand around your waist. And it did made you feel a little more secured.

"And you're going to release the magazine with this bullshit in here?" She laughed mockingly. People kept on mumbling, but you couldn't tell if they agreed with him or not.

"Are you done?" Kris suddenly spoke, making every head turn to him. He grabbed your hand and started walking to the front of the hall, dragging you behind him. You stopped right in front of the stage. The girl's eyes immediately darkened as soon as she recognized you. She looked at you up and down,  most probably thinking how cheap your gown looked compared to her sparkly silver dress.

"Ah, so the famewhore is actually here. Why am I not surprised?"

"Yes, the famewhore is here. And she's standing at the stage right now." Kris nodded, and she froze.

Oooooooh. Burn.

"So you're defending her now, huh? She probably gave you dozens of pleasures now so you can't let go of her. After all, in what other way would she even be able to climb to her place now?"

"Don't make her similar to you, Lara. Only you had to do all that. ______ didn't have to do anything. She had talent."

Ooooooh. Double burn.

"Talent? You call that talent?" She jabbed at your photo again. You kind of hoped she'll break her finger with all the jabbing she was doing. "Do you see even any angles? Any emotion? She doesn't even look mentally present! And there is even no goddamn spark!"

"Oh, you want to see a spark?" Kris' eyes twinkled in amusement. "I'll show you sparks."

Suddenly, your body was right up against his, and he was kissing you so passionately that you thought you were going to melt. You could feel his thumb rubbing circles on your waist, sending this calming feeling all over you. Slowly, you forgot about the crowd, and started returning the kiss. You reached up to run a hand through his hair, down his neck, and his toned arms. He ended the kiss with one soft peck, then one to your collarbone. He proudly wrapped his arm around your waist, as if to claim that you were his. Only his.

Lara stood there, dumbstruck. She totally didn't expect that. Kris smirked.

"Now I'm sure everybody saw the spark in there." The crowd started clapping and cheering. Lara stumbled back, unable to say anything, though she was obviously fuming. The guards finally took her away, letting her end her little show.

"Good job throwing a tantrum and ruining your career forever, Miss Chu. Thank you for stopping by." The host sighed when he finally got his mic back. "That was a great kiss, Mr. Wu. I think many people are looking forward for more."

The crowd cheered again, and Kris just chuckled. Then he guided you to the side and towards a balcony, away from the crowd. You felt relieved to finally be free from all the attention.

"I'm sorry about that." Kris forced a smile. You felt a stab through your heart again, but this time, it was too much to bear that it was hard to ignore. You faced Kris.

"You kissed me, and now you're saying sorry?"

He looked shocked. He could see the obvious pain you were feeling.

"You're playing with my feelings, you know that? I try to think that everything you're doing is just for show, but then you do this things that only make me confused. It's torturing me, Kris. So please. Please just make it all clear. If you don't really have feelings for me, please stop acting as if you do."

He just stared into your eyes for a few seconds. Looking at the tears sprouting. You didn't want him to see. But it was so difficult to hold back.

He stepped forward and gently wiped away the tears.

"I will be completely honest with you, ______. That day, when I said I wanted us to do that again some time, I really meant it. I wanted to hold you again. Touch you. Taste you. But I knew you weren't that kind of girl. So I'm taking a different approach now. Something more... normal I guess."

He slightly chuckled.

"But I want more of you, ______. And that's not just because of lust. I felt like you were special. You showing everything, but it seemed you were holding something back. You got me addicted. This feeling..."

He grabbed your hand and laid it above his chest. His heart was beating so fast.

"Everything I'm showing is true. And I'm glad I'm getting the message across." He smiled and softly stroked your cheek. You didn't know what to say. All the pain was gone, and now replaced by the overwhelming relief and happiness. Your tears were flowing out uncontrollably.

Kris chuckled and kissed your nose.

"So if I ask now, would you let me take you on a date this coming Saturday?"

You laughed and tried to wipe away the tears. They were seriously ruining your make up.

"Yes, Kris. Definitely."

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[A/N]: Ok. It was less pervy. xD

So who do you guys want next? :3