Beautifully Damned

fifteen: étiquettes

never be the same by camila cabello

Imogen.

Ever since Max declared that I was 'his', we've gone back to the way we were when we first met. I was with him almost everyday and each day was better than the last. While I am a feminist, I was hypnotized by his dominance. I woke up and searching the bed with my hands to find it empty.

I walked down the stairs of Maxime's penthouse, wearing his button up, running my hand down the fishtail braid he did on my wig last night. I was blessed with the sight of him cooking in the kitchen singing some french tune.

He flipped the pancake as I approached him, hugging him from behind. I ran my hands along every crevice of his beautifully toned naked chest. He turned and bent down to give me a kiss.

"Good morning" I smiled

"It is now chérie" He said before turning back to the stove

I sat on the island behind him, he turned to give me coffee.

"What's on the agenda for us today?" He asked, back turned to me

"Well later I have a fitting for the show on Saturday, you're coming right?" I asked

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, will there any men at this 'fitting'?" He asked

"Just the male models and other people part of the crew, what are you jealous?" I raised a brow as I sipped my coffee

"I just don't want anyone all over my girl, after all you are the most beautiful woman in Paris" He remarked

I smiled at his comment, 'my girl', we still hadn't put a label on us, things were going so well that I forgot about it

"Did you just call me 'your girl'?" I mocked using air quotes, "You like me, don't you?" I narrowed my eyes

He turned to me, now standing in between my legs, setting my coffee down, "You're mine, and I don't care who's ass I have to kick" He ran his hands up my thighs as I kissed him

"So what? You want me to be your girlfriend?" I giggled

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" He asked as I put my hands around his neck

"Hmmm, that's an actually good question, I don't know, I'd have to t—" I spoke sarcastically

"Imogen" He growled

I laughed in response, "Well since you're practically begging, fine, I'll be your girlfriend" I raised my chin

"Good" he smiled, before he kissed the tip of my nose before turning away

I jumped down from the island and went to sit at the table, I picked up my phone and looked at my schedule. Had it really been almost a week? I've been so consumed with Max and his sex-a-thon that I had barely seen Yasmin all week.

I sipped my coffee before looking at my boyfriends muscular back. It had been a month and a half since we met and I had to admit, this 'fling' is starting to change its pace. At first it was just fun but now I'm feeling things that I never felt with Charlie. It was like he intoxicated me, and I loved it. He was such a complex person that it baffled me but it made me like him more.

Now that things were 'official' I couldn't help but think about the press. We did our best to hide from the paparazzi because they were everywhere and weren't exclusive yet. I haven't even told my parents I broke up with Charlie. I had to say it was like Charlie never existed, he barely crossed my mind anymore.

"What're you looking at?" He asked walking towards me with a plate in his hand.

"I'm looking at mon le copain" I said
[Translation: My boyfriend]