I'm going fucking kill myself.

He's here, he is not supposed to be here. Why is he here?

I'm backstage right now, at the runway show with La Perla trying to get this corset top on but I can't reach the strings. Akira was supposed to help me but I am 90% sure she's in some closet having a quickie with her new manager.

I am panicking right now and she's getting laid, whore.

Sebastian is sitting there, front row, right beside Ivy. The paparazzi around them whispering, pictures being taken of him being here, I am going to die.

I groan, what if I trip and fall on my face?

Oh...uhm...don't?

I keep tugging at the strings of the top trying to get it on, and thankfully Akira barges through my door with an eye roll as she fixes her ruby red lipstick with her thumb. "He doesn't fuck good, my legs don't even hurt"

She fucking pouts at me before locking the door and I scoff, "he's cute though, said I have pretty eyes while he was balls deep" she adds with a sigh walking to me and slapping my hands away grabbing the strings of the corset.

"You can't be with your manager" I say, locking eyes with her through the mirror. Her light hazel eyes meet mine and she mocks me.

I roll my eyes, she's in her pale yellow silk robe because she's also running the runway tonight. I thought she'd cancel but it seems as if she can walk perfectly fine..."He quit, because he said I was too..." she trails off trying to find the right word.

Bossy? Rude? Bitchy? Needy? Horny? Annoying?

I suck in a sharp breath when she tightens the top, "...extraordinary, my words not his-he fucking said I was a bitch." she shakes her head and I snort, causing her glare to hit me.

"I will bite you" she murmurs

She will, she's done it before. She bit my ass...

"So he just left? Didn't you two like... Have sex?" I ask pulling my hair to one shoulder and she shrugs, "I asked him out, but he said rude shit about it being once and then small dicked fucker left" she explains with a simple shrug.

Akira here is a romantic, she's been trying to find 'the one' for so long now. But she keeps getting turned down, I have punched way too many boys for breaking her precious heart.

"Bow tie?" she asks and I hum

"Is the adorable brunette in a pretty pale yellow dress Ivy?" she asks, my eyes meet hers and I smile giving her the only answer she needed. Ivy is adorable.

But then my mind drifts off to the man beside her, I still don't know why she chose to bring him as her 'body guard' instead of D, or anyone. Literally anyone. "And the hottie beside her?" she asks.

The corner of her lip tilting up in a taunting smirk, I glare at her, warning her and she sighs as she finishes tying the corset. Her hands rest on my shoulders as she looks at me through the mirror. "At least one of us is getting wifed up"

I bring my hand up giving her the finger, she leans forward and kisses it.

"It's him isn't it?" she asks, I murmur something under my breath and nod leaning back into her touch. "You two could break this world" Akira whispers, I don't think we could do so without breaking each other, again...

I clear my throat, turning around and placing my hands on her waist. "Can I see your set?" I ask with a small smile.

Her smirk only grows as she slowly pulls the robe off and I raise an eyebrow when it falls down her body. Holy fucking shit.

"You like?" she asks and I hum, my eyes falling to her fucking boobs. She's in a glittery lingerie set, with rhinestones put amazingly across her boobs, on her stomach and her hips. Small pink straps also covered in glitter resting on her thighs and hips.

She starts to do a little spin for me and my eyes widen when her ass is in sight, I am so fucking gay...

She turns back fully and places her hands on her hips, my eyes falling back to her tits-"Stop being gay Abby" she fixes my hair and I snap out of my gaze clearing my throat. What? She has nice boobs.

"He rejected you in this?" I ask and she scoffs agreeing, he made a mistake. I would fuck her, but she's straight, and she doesn't fuck friends apparently.

"Nervous about walking out in front of Sebby boy like this?" she asks, looking at me as she picks up her silky robe, I shrug. Yes I am hella fucking nervous.

She chuckles reading my face and she ties her robe together lightly as she turns to grab mine, she hands me my blush pink robe and I put it over the black lingerie I have one.

"At least you look like a goddess" she winks

I really do like this set, it's a lace black set with a all open back leaving the thin strings tied against my back, the bottoms are also lace and they have a little flutter as they go up and rest on my hips, and not going to lie, my whole ass is basically out.

I prefer the simple side and Akira here is all for the bling.

I pull my robe on and take a deep breath, "Let's do this, then we can all stuff our faces with junk food" she encourages me as someone knocks on the door telling us the show is starting.

Here goes nothing

Akira walks past me placing a small kiss on my jaw, "good luck pretty" she waves me off as I take a deep breath, running a hand through my hair and putting a smile on my face.

Here we fucking go mami

I walk out onto the runway, the bright lights hitting me as the flashes go crazy from the paparazzi. The silk of the robe still on me rubs against my skin as my heels click on the runway.

My eyes somehow immediately find his, bright blue eyes on me, my body as I slowly pull the tie of the robe letting it slide off my body, dropping it down for me to pick it up on the way back.

I see Ivy beside him looking at me with the biggest smile, giving me a confidence boost.

His eyes run down my body, so fucking slowly. It feels as if his eyes leave a trail of fire, I can hear my own breath as I walk slowly. People around me cheering and taking a shit load of pictures.

My body feels like it's burning but as if it's being drowned in cold water at the same time, his gaze has me pinned and I can't look away from him.

My hair flowing gracefully while I strut towards the end of the runway, those blue eyes meet my hazel ones and the corner of his lip starts tilting up, he lifts his hips, readjusting himself to sit in the chair as he maintains eye contact.

His hand making its way to his jaw as he tries covering the small smirk on his lips, the paparazzi goes crazy when they trace who my eyes are on. The flashes of their cameras go ten times faster as I reach the end of the runway.

Doing my signature turn move, I bring my hand up to my lips and kiss on the tips of my four fingers before blowing it out into the crowd and turning around.

His eyes are on me, I know they are.

I can feel the heat in my body as I walk back down the runway, the cool air hitting me and I see Akira waiting for me backstage leaning against the wall with a smirk.

I get to where I had dropped my robe and I slowly bend down to grab it, gracefully I get a hold of the silk before throwing it over my shoulder and walking back down.

My heels click as I make my way backstage, I give a 'good luck' to the model next and she smiles giving me a small nod as she walks forward.

My eyes widen and I grab Akira's shoulders, her eyes also widen and we both squeal. "That was so hot" she gasps as people in headsets tell us to be quiet.

We roll her eyes, my arm loops around her waist as we both walk back towards my change room. Holy shit, my body is still on fire.

"He is so into you" she states when I shove her into my room and I ignore her as I pull my robe on, no he is not. He can't be, he's not allowed to be.

Then stop imagining his head between your-fuck you

Before I could respond my door flew open, my eyes widen a bit and I pull the ends of my robe together when I didn't get the time to tie it.

My head snaps behind me and I take a step back towards Akira when I see John.

"Good show, could have been a bit better and slower picking up the robe though" he says, I feel Akira's hand interlocking our fingers. He always finds a way to make me feel insecure about my catwalk and myself.

"Are you not following my diet?" he asks, ruffling his dark brown hair and I roll my eyes. Such a goddamn asshole.

Maybe I should go on the fact that he's 5'9, only a inch or two taller than me and ordering me around like this. He wants to make a girl feel insecure. I could easily do the same to him.

"Ever heard about knocking? I could sue you, you knew there were girls changing in here-we could have been naked, you don't care and have and are harassing my friend right now. So get out, and knock-try this again" Akira snaps, gritting out her voice from between her teeth as she glares at John.

She's in law school right now, if you couldn't tell...

"I-" he doesn't get to talk before Akira clears her throat and her glare hardens, "-you want your crusty ass in a jail cell, Jason?" she asks with a taunt. She calls him Jason because she can't remember his real name, and she says she doesn't have enough effort to try.

He turns around with a curse under his breath and walks out the door, closing it behind him. As soon as the door shuts I look at Akira and snort a laugh before slapping my hand over my mouth.

"Always got your back" she whispers as there's a knock on the door, "who is it?" I ask with a grin and she chuckles pulling off her heels.

"It's John" he grits from outside and I don't make eye contact with Akira, if we do make eye contact we won't stop laughing until we're on the floor having trouble breathing.

"We're naked Jason" Akira sings and I cross my arms at her lie, we're both still in the robes.

Before he could say shit there's another knock, "Jason, I will sue yo-" Akira is cut off by a cold voice I know a bit too well.

"It's Sebastian"

My eyes widen and Akira trips and her head runs into my lower back causing me to tumble forward and we both fall, her on top of me having me to soften her landing.

She looks at me and pushes her hair away and I shake my head begging her not to let him in, "one second Sebby boy" she calls and stands up before pulling me up along with her. Her hands go into my hair, fluffing it once before she kisses my cheek.

"Use a condom, or don't I have kid names" she says and basically runs to the door, swinging it open with a grin and my eyes widen more when I see him.

I guess Jason left...

He's leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets, Akira whispers something to him and his face twists in confusion. "I will sue you" she warns with a finger running off and I curse her in my head.

Whore. Bitch. Motherfucker. Brainless. Slut.

"Who's the boy that cursed at me and left just now?" he asks, turning his head to me, I sigh. John, fucking idiot doesn't know if he pissed off Sebastion he'd be dead in seconds.

I don't even get the time to answer before he steps in and shuts the door, blue eyes find my darker ones as he locks the door. It feels like my heartbeat picks up, it feels like my heart is running a marathon.

"How'd you get backstage?" I ask, swallowing hard as he slowly walks towards me. His hands fix his cuff links as he shrugs lightly, "It's easy to bribe people" he answers

My brain doesn't even register his words, the room is much smaller with him in it, I pull my robe tighter around me as I take a step back with every step he takes towards me. Fuck.

"Where is Ivy?" I ask, trying to do something to calm down my heart. The corner of his lip curves up only the slightest bit and I have my thighs pressed together.

Heat floods my whole body as he gets closer, his hands drop to his sides as his eyes drop to my legs and I bite the inside of my cheek. "Ares picked her up, they're looking at venues" he mutters as the desk behind me hits my upper thighs stopping me from moving back anymore.

"She told me to tell you something though" he adds, his voice nothing but a small whisper when his hands rest on the desk behind me. He's so close to me, I can smell his cologne, his body heat is radiating onto me and I lean back further.

The desk digs into my skin as I lean back further only for him to come closer, "and what's that?" I ask, breathless for some reason.

My thighs press harder together when he leans in closer so his lips brush against my cheek as he speaks, "you look fucking gorgeous, Ximena" he whispers. Using the nickname only he used for me years ago as I feel his fingertips brush against my bare thighs.

Oh shit