Styles Games {h.s} |Editing soon|

Chapter Five

"They say all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you" I wanted to slap Carny through this phone. I filled her in on all the details and now she won't shut up with these stupid quotes that are actually true and that itself makes me annoyed with her.

"Where did you get that bullshit from?" I groan, rolling over in my bed. It was late and I needed a late night chat with my best friend to help clear my mind. This week at work was intense and it wasn't even over yet. I had that fashion show tomorrow night and that just makes me even more stressed out.

"I bet those forehead wrinkles went away though" thankfully she couldn't see me flipping her off right now.

"I'm going to hang up if you don't quit with your dramatics." She agreed before we started talking about the fashion show. She was tired so I let her go half an hour later. I fiddled around in bed trying to sleep but I couldn't. I had an achy rush for something or for someone. I never realized how much control my body gave him. It wanted every touch from him and it worshiped every piece of his smoking body.

I wonder how long he would be here in New York? I pulled out my phone when an unknown number texted me.

"It was hard getting your personal number, love." My hands felt clammy and the knot in my throat was hard to swallow.

"It wouldn't have been so hard if you had asked for it." I let bitterness take over me. I was now being dramatic and stupid and I already regretted that I sent that response.

"I can't stop thinking about you. I need to see you.. Feel you on my hard cock." My pulse raced against my chest. He was a man with his words and even though they were dirty, anything coming from his mouth fell with grace.

"You don't always get what you want.. Rich boy." I couldn't help but smile.

"Says the one talking, Star Fashion but you're different. I like different." I felt the same but the fear of being used still crossed my mind. I knew nothing serious would come out of this. Even if it was possible, it was just an idea wandering in my head. I don't even think I'm ready for a relationship. I can't keep up with myself these days.

Is it so wrong of me to want him again? To be selfish? I wonder if he saw the headlines about me? To have only pictures with men that were with other women. To know I don't do fun things and he was rare. He was special. He was also different from anything I thought I ever wanted.

The tattoos under that suit. The rings, the dirty talk, and the bad boy persona. He was so fascinating. I bet everyone who sees him, wants him. I did the moment I turned at that bar and I regret nothing. I would repeat that night over and over.

"When can I see you again?" I bite my bottom lip.

"Aren't you tired of those gossip sites? I read what they say about you." A couple minutes go by.

"Are you more scared about what they'll think about you? You're not the only one with links." My reputation could be damaged by the slightest thing. That scared me.

"So I don't have flings or one-night stands. I told you I was rather boring. I made an exception with you though.."

"And I don't bring girls back to my place either. I guess we both broke rules for each other." I rolled my eyes.

"Not even your actual house" I responded.

"Does it matter?" It shouldn't.

"I didn't want anyone else that night. I wanted you and I still want your cunt wrapped around my aching cock fucking me senseless" I felt the heat rush to my cheeks.

"Brave with the dirty talk"

"But you like it. You like being a bad girl for me." It was hot in my bedroom.

"You're making me wet" I responded, trying to tease him just as much as he was me. He knew that night that dirty talk made me responsive.

"You make me crazy" I turn off my phone before laying down.

I wake up the next morning in a rush to get out the door. I was never late to work. I had to show up to get everything ready for the fashion show. I had to make sure every dress was ready and nothing was missing and to make sure we had extra buttons, glitter, and lace just in case something happens.

So much goes into this work that people fail to realize. One thing goes wrong with one outfit today and it is all over. It has to be fixed or else that opportunity goes away. I met all the models in the fashion show last week and picked the ones I thought would shine with my dresses.

I wish this fashion show was directed towards two pieces but this one was show dresses only. I'm sure soon. I've seen some great ideas from my designers. I have a couple I would like to get out as well. To expand our clothing in a different direction. I don't want to do all the high end type of clothes. I wanted natural and simple as well.

I walk into my office to see everybody packed and ready.

I went around checking everything twice.

"How are you feeling?" I turn to look at the two designers, Carrie and DJ. I'm so confident with their designs and they should be too.

"Nervous but excited" I see the fear behind Carrie's eyes.

DJ stood tall. He was handsome and was always bringing me new designs. I knew he had it in the bag. The business aspect and all. He needed to step out of his shell though. You can't be shy around people who are interested within your work. You need a strong but firm voice. It gets the job done nicely.

"Martin. Did you get the head-shots of the models at the show? I want to approach some with the hopes of sponsoring them just for a photo shoot next weekend." He nods and I smile.

"Then let's head out!" I clapped my hands together. I'm just hoping it all goes smoothly.