Beautifully Damned

two: jet lagged

u by h.e.r.

Imogen.

It was Thursday night, and I just finished packing and was wine drunk staring at my view of New York, knowing I wouldn't see it for 2-3 months. I walked over to the record player and placed the needle on the vinyl.

I swayed to my favorite song 'Mary Jane by Mary J Blige' taking sips of my wine, singing off key.

'Give me all your love and don't stop, my love's waiting when you reach the top'

The door opened and surprise surprise, my boyfriend comes home late. He set his keys down kicking his shoes off.

"Hey babe" he comes ups behind me and kisses my cheek.

I set my glass down and turned to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. Maybe I was too tipsy to notice but he seemed to not wanna be there and could probably care less than to dance with me, sometimes it felt like he was too hard to impress.

I kissed his lips softly, then moved down to give small pecks to his neck.

I started to undress him, and when I reached his belt, he backed away, walking to the kitchen to grab a glass and pour tiny bit of whiskey. He came back and sat across where I danced.

"You're not gonna miss this?" I asked seductively as my slip dress fell to the ground to reveal me naked.

I picked up my wine and began to dance. Swaying and humming, sending him glances. He set his glass down and approached me, clashing his lips with mine and he picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he made his way to our bedroom.

I'll be honest, Charlie is the most vanilla dude I've been with. He keeps it at a one position, two if he's feeling frisky. I always fake it because I don't wanna hurt his feelings, but he just doesn't do it for me.

He threw me on the bed, and turned me on all fours, I groaned at the notion because of course he wants give backshots, typical. He put on a condom and I felt a hand connect to my ass. He placed his dick onto my entrance, teasing me. No foreplay, no tension, no anticipation.

He slammed into me with what he defines as "all his might", which made me giggle because he thought he was doing something.

In and out, in and out, the same notion over and over for about 5 minutes until he started grunting like a madman, and flipped me over, discarding the condom to come on my stomach.

He fell on top of me trying to catch his breath. I stroked his hair, not knowing what the hell just happened. He got up and climbed in our bed, I made my way to our shower after grabbing my wine.

"Did you-?" He asked me as he laid back, breathless.

"Uh- yea!" I lied and turned on the shower.

I drank my wine and showered for roughly 20 minutes, losing track of time.

I slipped on my silk pajamas and met Charlie fast asleep, I climbed on the bed and feel asleep.
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I met Yasmin outside my apartment, and we rode to the airport. I had on sweats and sunglasses, something basic, while Yasmin had on leggings and a crop top.

"Paris here we come" I said as I boarded the company private jet.

We greeted the other models, Henri, Zoey, Felix, Genevieve, and Missy. I sat at the window seat, Yasmin sat next to me, and ordered champagne, of course. I on the other hand ordered orange juice.

Throughout the flight, Yasmin had been reading this French dictionary that she got, brutally mispronouncing words. I knew French, well I wasn't fluent but I knew what I needed to know, since I took a couple years in high school, plus my mom was from Senegal and she primarily spoke French around the house.
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We arrived after a rough 10 hours, and I was completely jet lagged. We got to the hotel and when I tell you I almost fainted. The air was so different, the atmosphere was crisp.

I settled into my room, across from Yasmin, and I got a suite for whatever reason. I fell face down onto the bed. I swear I died when I felt how soft the bed was.

*knock knock knock*

I let out a groan and got up to go get the door. I swung the door open to see a very excited Yasmin, I rolled my eyes as she walked in shaking her shoulders.

"We are going out tonight", she said as she grabs my hands.

"I don't think I have the energy to go out Yas" I sighed as I walked to the kitchen to get water.

"Come on, maybe we'll find some French eye candy" she joked.

"Please please please" she pleaded. At this point I was too tired to argue

"Fine."
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WHOOP WHOOP idk how I feel about this.

WHAT DO YOU THINK BABIES

I'm gonna make the next chapter a little different;)