Beautifully Damned

nineteen: after party

711 by beyoncé

Imogen.

The show was a success, all the models walked out with the designer and the designer took a bow. We walked backstage and everyone immediately cheered, celebrating the win we'd acquired for the company. Still high from the runway, I saw Maxime walk towards me, brows furrowed with his hands in his pockets. I sprinted into his arms.

"You looked extraordinary up there" He hugged me tight

I retracted from the hug and stood on my tippy toes to mash my lips into his. At this moment I didn't care who saw.

"What was that for—not that i'm complaining" He spoke

"You've been my rock, knocking the confidence back into me. Thank you" I spoke as my hand rubbed the hairs on the back of his neck

"It was all you, I only reminded you of that" His golden specks dilated as he looked into my eyes.

I bit my lip, "Okay, let me go get changed and we'll go to the after party" I kissed his cheek before I winked and walked away

I changed into my long sequined dress, and let my straightened hair fall. Dominique approached me with a 'not so happy' look on her face. I tensed thinking she knew about Max and I.

"So....you and Max Prince?" She raised her brow

"Yes?" I shrugged before continuing, "Look I wanted to tell you bu—" She cut me off

"Imogen I'm not mad, I'm relieved actually. You got the hottest piece of ass in Paris!! How is he?" She screamed with a smile on my face

I smiled looking up at her, "Wait, you're not mad?" I asked

"No, actually I knew something like this would happen. I warned him before but let me find him and threaten him" She blew a kiss before she walked away.

I sighed, looking in the mirror once more before heading out towards the red carpet. We walked the carpet separately. I was still on the fence because of how the narrative would be twisted in the media.

I walked off the carpet, seeing the models gather into an SUV, on their way to the after party. I waved to Yasmin, starting to walk back to the building to find Max leaning on the walls, waiting for me. I smiled and walked into his arms.

"How about we skip this party and go have some fun" He said

"What're you waiting for?" I asked with a smirk

I didn't speak, I smiled taking his hand in mine to the back exit where paparazzi wouldn't see us into the limo. I jumped in, letting out a giggle as he climbed in after me. The driver closed the door and went around to the drivers seat, he closed the divider window. We laughed at the gesture.

Faster than I could process, his lips were on mine. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, exploring my mouth. Not breaking the kiss, I straddled him, grinding my aching core against the bulge in his pants, eliciting a groan in the back of his throat. He took off his blazer and reached up to loosen his tie. His hands brought my dress up and caressed my ass, before he slipped his fingers into my panties.