Chapter 24

(My idea of what Farrah's  Wedding Dresses designs would look like) Picture courtesy of said mhamad photography.

Kamal

I was supposed to be working. Fashion week in New York was set to begin in a little under three weeks, and Farrah was in rare form with her preparations for launching the new line spring wear and intimate apparel. She truly needed all hands-on- deck. I was here more for moral support to the staff and maybe even preventing them from having nervous breakdowns due to my perfectionist of a sister drill sergeant attitude and her deadline requirements. Farrah ran a tight ship on a regular day, but with it being this close to fashion week, she could put any dictator in history to shame. I had no choice but to bring Jameel into the office with me. I couldn't stand to be away from him for more than a few hours, and he'd all but begged to come along with those big brown pretty eyes, and those kissable pouty lips, He wanted to see the infamous House of El-Sayed Fashion Headquarters.

The beautiful man had researched our company, he'd even found the series of shows on the TV network featuring the week-long documentary on our exclusive wedding gown line, along with a few of the prestigious clients we've catered to when designing their one of a kind wedding dresses. He'd been thoroughly impressed during and after watching the series. Now here he was in the middle of the creating chaos, and my heart was about to burst out of my chest with pride. My shy little lamb was standing in a room of organized madness. My sister's numerous assistants, models, vendors, and support staff were swarming all over the design room floor and Jameel wasn't cowering in fear of having so many strangers surrounding him, nor was he glued to my side because of his anxiety.

He was too busy touching the imported silks in an array of colors Farrah was showing him to care. Jameel was so absorbed in the textures of the material he was holding between his long, graceful fingers, he ignored everything and everyone around him. I've discovered once he gets past his stressors, and he is comfortable, Jameel is a very tactile person. He is so innocently curious about everything. How something feels. How it works and smells depending on what it was that caught his attention. So, needless to say I'm not paying any attention to the million and one things I'm supposed doing. My entire focus was on the gorgeous creature standing by the row of draped mannequins across the room with my sister.

"Hmmm....he is a stunning little thing." A sultry voice purred beside me and I turned my head to see one of my sister's talented designers standing beside me holding a pair of fabric sheers in a manicured hand, and tapping it against his chin with his gaze focused on Jameel standing across the room.

"That he is." I replied in total agreement with Sasha's assessment of Jameel. Stunning, exotic, gorgeous, breathtakingly beautiful are only some of the words I could use to describe Jameel's mind boggling beauty.

"That young man would look fabulous draped in anything from our upcoming spring collection. I want him in my designs. Farrah, Farrah darling..." Sasha called out to my sister as he took off at a hurried pace in her direction before I could even utter a single word.

Dumbfounded, I stood there and contemplated what Sasha said while watching the eccentric designer wave his hands in front of a wide eyed Jameel with my sister nodding her head to whatever the man was going on about. I shook myself out of my thoughts and rushed over to make sure Jameel wasn't overwhelmed by Sasha and his exuberance.

Making it to his side just in time to hear him actually squeak before taking the necessary steps to tuck his face into my chest, his dark curls brushing my chin and tickling my neck. I brought my hands up and rubbed soothing circles on his back.

"Thank you, Sasha, we'll discuss this further later on. Jameel is a little shy and I'm not sure if he will want the kind attention he will have to face walking a runway. You are correct though, it's like this year's color schemes and fabrics were made solely for him." Farrah soothed one of her top employees before sending him off to fuss over something else.

"Do...do you think I'll look okay wearing Farrah's clothes like that man said?" Jameel whispered quietly against my chest and it really surprised me that he was even thinking about this. I felt a shiver of desire shimmer down my spine as his warm breath filtered through the fabric of my dress shirt and caressed my skin like a lover's touch.

"I'm a bit bias when it comes to you. I think you look absolutely stunning on a daily basis, no matter what you wear." I whispered in his ear and felt the warmth of his sigh penetrate my shirt.

Jameel leaned back and I noticed Farrah, the devious little wench studying the fabric swathed mannequin next to hear with feigned interest. I knew she was listening to every word that was being shared between Jameel and I.

"I like the designs and the colors are so pretty. I... I want to try..." he mumbled and before I could even utter a word of support, Farrah converged on us like an avenging angel or I should say the Devil's advocate. She literally snatched Jameel out of my arms startling the poor boy and almost had me reaching for her neck to strangle her. She was babbling away about having Jameel modeling a few outfits for her just so she could how the colors fit his skin tone. The only thing that stopped me from carrying out the act was the fact Jameel was literally vibrating with excitement in response to her words, that and my father's booming voice in my head sternly reminding me that it was a man's ultimate sin and a sign of ultimate weakness for a man to ever put his hands on a woman for anything other than a show of affection or kindness.

My mouth gaped open as the two hurried away towards the fitting area where the completed outfits were stored. Jameel barely managed to look back and give me a little wave before he turned back to my sister. They disappeared into the large dressing area we aptly called in "master closet."

"Huh, interesting." I muttered under my breath in awe as I made my way more sedately across the prep room floor towards the closet. This day was full of surprises so far and I am not sure if my heart could take any more. I was anxious about Jameel feeling overwhelmed in all the hustle and bustle that occurred within the walls of the fashion house was usually accustomed to, especially during the weeks leading up to one of the main events this city was noted for as one of the fashion meccas of the world. But all my anxiety seemed to be in vain, and Jameel kept rolling out the surprises with his unexpected reactions.

Where I expected him to be withdrawn, it was the complete opposite. Where I expected him to be shy, he shone like the brightest diamond that he is. I was thrilled, yet concerned at the same time. The thrilled part of me was overjoyed that Jameel seemed to be healing, he was beginning to see his self-worth and that he wasn't some horrid old man's dirty little secret or a vessel to be used for abhorrent acts of shame. He was coming into his own identity and finally able to be himself. On the other hand, I wondered if it was too quick. Were we pushing him too much and too soon? Will all my attempts at healing this beautiful boy, or man I should say back fire in my face and we do him more harm than good?

Pushing through the dressing room door with a worried frown creasing my face, my frown was quickly replaced with a self-depreciating grin. My all-knowing sister had cleared the room of everyone except herself and Jameel. She'd even erected one of the privacy screens in front of a full-length mirror so Jameel could change in privacy. She was giving him the choice on whether he could inspect himself in private or share his choice of clothing with us. I walked over to my smug sister and wrapped an arm around her delicate shoulders and kissed her on top of her head. I had no words in my vocabulary that would be enough to express my undying gratitude to her kindness.

This right here, her actions were a prime example of why I would lay down my life for my family. They were not perfect, but they were mine, and they were not only accepting and understanding. They shared their goodness and love with the world unapologetically and unselfishly to all who they cared about.

"You, brother dear are going to drop dead when you see what your little angel has picked out for himself." Farrah excitedly whispered as she rocked back and forth in her Louboutin heels, a feat that only she could accomplish.

Shaking my head at her outrageousness, I wondered if she was gaining more pleasure out of this than Jameel. Farrah had no less than a hundred other things that she needed to be doing right about now in preparation for launching the new line, but she had unabashedly set aside everything else in order to attend to Jameel herself for his comfort of being with someone he was familiar with. Someone other than myself with whom he felt comfortable as he undressed and indulged his tactile tendencies as he slipped into soft, vibrant silks of this year's designs.

"Are you okay back there sweet pea? Do you need any help?" Farrah called out to Jameel as soon as she heard his startled little gasp leak from behind the screen.

"Um...I... I'm not sure." Came the quietly uncertain reply and another round of shuffling silk.

"It's just me and Kamal out here if you want to come out and show us what the problem is, or would you prefer he or I to come help with any adjustments you may need?" Farrah gently asked and my anxiety over the situation notched right back up all over again as I waited for his response.

"I don't know. I think I got it, but..." Jamal's hesitant reply had me inching closer towards the privacy screen, but a Farrah's hand on my arm stopped my progress. She shook her head and motioned for me to wait.

"Come out when you're ready. You can even change back into your own clothes. I just wanted you to have the opportunity to try on anything you like. If you want to share your look with us or if you just wanted to see for yourself what you looked like in our designs then that's more than fine with us sweetie. It's all about you and what you're comfortable with." My awesome sister reassured him, and I had to turn away and blink my unaccustomed emotional tears away. How fucking awesome were my siblings?

A deep sigh came from behind the screen and then there was the sound of a tentative step being taken. "Okay, don't laugh okay." Jameel instructed before he came into view.

I swore I felt my jaw clang against the carpeted floor at my feet, Farrah took a deep breath and then she released a high pitched, ear-splitting squeal. The sound reverberated the air as my grown sister, an influential business woman in her own right almost bowled me over in her haste to get to Jameel. She fussed over him like a teenage fan girl while I stood there like a complete addle-brained simpleton with my mouth gaped open like I was inviting flies to set up shop.

Jameel was a vision to behold and I found myself rock hard at just the sight of him. All the blood in my brain had abruptly rushed south and poured like hot lava into my now aching dick. My already challenged neuron cells were deprived of even more nutrients they needed in order to function properly. Unlike my raging hard on that was now pulsing behind the zipper of my fashionable slacks.

It was a good thing Farrah's attention was focused solely on Jameel, otherwise I might have worked up the wherewithal to be embarrassed about my body's blatant reaction to the sight in front of me. The man was already stunning, a true beauty to behold whether he was wearing his own clothes or hiding behind the voluminous layers of his abaya or the draping folds of his thawb.

The outfit he'd chosen was a shimmering crème colored day suit. The pants were slim fit, and accented his long, shapely legs to perfection. The jacket fit him like it was made for him, it draped over his trim shoulders just right, and it made his slender waist seem even more shapely. I just wanted to wrap my hands around it and pull him to fit against my body like only he could.

"That suit looks better on you than I could have even imagined. You my darling, have brought this creation to life. It was a gorgeous concept when I created it on paper and on the mannequin, but you make it work sweet pea. I just might have to take it off the line because I don't think anyone else will be able to do it justice. What do you think Kamal?" Farrah gushed as she flashed a dainty wrist in the air trying to get my attention.

"Huh... um..." Came my oh so intelligent reply. My synapses had yet to start firing and all I could do was stare at Jameel and lust after him like a pervert. In my head I was chasing him all over God and creation like Pepe Le Pew did his kitty cat. The sight was made even more endearing by the crimson flush that stole across those cheekbones, hot enough to rival the blood red silk shirt Farrah had paired with the suit. I could clearly see why my sister's designs were so sought after by her adoring clients. The woman could make you look like a god or goddess amongst us mere mortals.

"Woohoo, would you like at that. You have rendered him speechless my dear." Farrah crowed a little too happily, but in this instance, and she was absolutely right, and I wanted nothing more than for her to disappear so I can peel that suit off his delectable body and have my way with him.

I finally managed to shake myself out of my stupor. "You're breathtaking." I simply stated and I was again rewarded with another cock twitching blush and a beaming smile. I needed to get my wayward cock under control before I managed to embarrass the both of us under my sister's watchful gaze. Easier said than done at this point.