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Somebody That I Used To Know; Het, James fic, drama/romance
Topic Started: December 16, 2011, 2:04 am (14,464 Views)
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February 8, 2012, 6:49 pm
Hello! :D I'm just caught up this! :heart:
I started to read yesterday at 8pm and now is 5:37pm (the next day) I haven't sleep yet because I was reading all the story :lol:
You describe everything in a AWESOME way! speachless :drool
...to be honest I must say that I was holding the tears when I read that part when James kinda forced her to have sex, but I was so happy that her first time was with Jason (I'm Jason's team btw) :biggrin I don't know but there's something extremely cute, sweet that made me felt that I like Jason a lot in this fic, (I'm totally James girl though) :blush:
Thank you so much for write this! :wavey
and continuing with the story, I don't know, but something tell me that the stalker is Michael :angry
hope something more happen between Jason and Kat :biggrin

PLEASE MORE!!! :heart:

(Sorry, my english sucks) :blush:
Oh my goodness! I can't believe you stayed up reading it! That's such a nice complement!! Thank you so much! :heart:

If I'm honest, when I started to write this fic I had every intention of it being a James only fic...but then Jason just kind of started to creep in there. And the more I thought about it, the more it felt right that they would have a sort of sexual tension between them. And let's face it...love triangles are entertaining! :lol: (But I'm a James girl too....though Jason has a part of me! :P )

I've switched teams so many times while I've been writing this. I don't even know whose team I'm on anymore :blush: So don't worry if you feel conflicted about liking Jason but loving James haha.

The next chapter is mostly written...I've got this silly midterm on Monday that I've been studying for and its been occupying all my time this past week. Hopefully I will be able to finish the chapter soon!!

Once again, thanks for reading and commenting! It helps give me the motivation I need to continue :) :) :heart:

Edit: Please don't worry about you English! It's more than fine! I can understand you perfectly :)
Edited by Voxx, February 9, 2012, 11:03 pm.
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February 7, 2012, 5:27 pm
Uh! Fashion week is so exciting! But I'm worried for her safety! :( The stalker sounds really serious. And, man! The press already knew a lot of her relation with the band!
Ah, yes. Fashion week. I hope it lives up to your expectations!! And yeah, the press sucks. But this particular journalist has a little secret that will be revealed in the coming chapters... :biggrin
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My commenting skills are low as of late, but here I go...

I hope they find that creeper, I know how it feels to be stalked, not fun at all. :ugh:
I still hope her and Jason end up together. :rolleyes: :lol:
And I hope Judy stops being such a bitch towards Kat. :biggrin

All done!
Now give me an update! :biggrin :heart: :horns2
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I miss this story A LOT! :blush:
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February 10, 2012, 8:17 pm
I miss this story A LOT! :blush:
Ahh, I know I haven't updated in bit. I apologize! I've been very busy with school and work obligations. But today, I've been a bit slothful and have been neglecting those obligations a bit! So I'm writing the ending of the next chapter right now....it's just been hard :(

Either tonight or tomorrow I will post!!
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February 10, 2012, 8:43 pm
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February 10, 2012, 8:17 pm
I miss this story A LOT! :blush:
Ahh, I know I haven't updated in bit. I apologize! I've been very busy with school and work obligations. But today, I've been a bit slothful and have been neglected those obligations a bit! So I'm writing the ending of the next chapter right now....it's just been hard :(

Either tonight or tomorrow I will post!!
:nanner: :nanner:
Yay!! and don't worry, I'll be waiting anyway :wavey
Thanks! :heart:
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:wavey there is more of us, pervs creeping on the fan fic forum :lol:
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Commenting before you manage to update again haha.

Jason and Judy... I wonder how they'll manage to resolve things. Or if they will. I just find it odd if all their problems are because of Jason and Kat's friendship. I mean... They are not living in the same apartment, city, country, let alone continent. So... How can she feel threatened? I just have this feeling that there's something Jason's not telling... Or maybe there's something Judy's not telling... I don't know.

The envelope! Finally! Creepy stalker, ugh. I wonder who it could be... And why would anyone want to hurt/upset her. :/ And the stalker going through the trouble of breaking into her parents' house AND stalking her in Paris? Wow.

That journalist from Vogue... wow. But I think Kat handled that well. I'm glad she didn't tell the journalist anything about her past - none of her business.

I love the way you describe things! :heart: And I can't wait for Kat and James' reunion, I want to know how that goes. :)
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UPDATE :bat

Just to make sure:

Team James here :P
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February 11, 2012, 9:27 pm
UPDATE :bat

Just to make sure:

Team James here :P
+1 on both. :lol: :horns2
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February 11, 2012, 9:31 pm
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February 11, 2012, 9:27 pm
UPDATE :bat

Just to make sure:

Team James here :P
+1 on both. :lol: :horns2
I'm trying! It's almost done. I'm just really struggling with how to end the chapter. Soon!
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February 11, 2012, 9:39 pm
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UPDATE :bat

Just to make sure:

Team James here :P
+1 on both. :lol: :horns2
I'm trying! It's almost done. I'm just really struggling with how to end the chapter. Soon!
Put some sex with James in it :lol:

It always works :drool :lol:
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February 11, 2012, 4:00 pm
Commenting before you manage to update again haha.

Jason and Judy... I wonder how they'll manage to resolve things. Or if they will. I just find it odd if all their problems are because of Jason and Kat's friendship. I mean... They are not living in the same apartment, city, country, let alone continent. So... How can she feel threatened? I just have this feeling that there's something Jason's not telling... Or maybe there's something Judy's not telling... I don't know.

The envelope! Finally! Creepy stalker, ugh. I wonder who it could be... And why would anyone want to hurt/upset her. :/ And the stalker going through the trouble of breaking into her parents' house AND stalking her in Paris? Wow.

That journalist from Vogue... wow. But I think Kat handled that well. I'm glad she didn't tell the journalist anything about her past - none of her business.

I love the way you describe things! :heart: And I can't wait for Kat and James' reunion, I want to know how that goes. :)
Thanks for commenting! As per usual, your comments are lovely. :) :heart: :heart:

Creepy stalker indeed! Whoever it is definitely has their reasons. I won't say more than that. :P

The journalist from vogue isn't gone yet. We will be seeing more from her shortly. Though i will put it out there, that there is something fishy about her, because Vogue is a fashion magazine and she didn't ask her anything fashion related...

And yes, the James reunion is coming. I just have this problem, that when I write, I tend to cram too much into my chapters and I end up pushing things that I want to get to back and back. It is coming though!

My past few weeks have been insanely busy, so I've had almost no time to write or do anything else for that matter! :lol: My reading week (spring break) starts on Thursday, so hopefully I will get to the James reunion during my reading week when I have some free time!
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Okay! So thanks everyone for being so patient with me!! I've had some real trouble trying to write the ending for this chapter. So, I've decided to split the chapter and give you ladies the first part to enjoy while I wrack my brain and try and finish the stupid ending for the chapter.

I hope you enjoy. Though, if I'm honest, it ends at an exciting part, right when all the juicy bits are yet to come. But, it just didn't seem logical to end after that point, otherwise it would be a big cliff hanger.

I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 26

One week later and fashion week was here. Dahlia had been begging me to come to Paris to watch me walk in a fashion show since I had moved to Paris a year and a half ago. So, this year, I had been able to get her a pass to the Chanel show. She wasn't in the front row; that was reserved for the editors of major fashion magazines, designers and celebrities. However, she was in the second row and I was very excited to have her here. It would be the first time a close friend or family member would see me walk in a show. I had invited my parents on a few occasions, but they had always politely declined, stating that they were busy. But I knew that in reality it was because they didn't approve of what I was doing and that by coming to see me, they felt like they would be supporting it.

At first, when I had invited Dahlia to come to Paris for fashion week, I had thought there might be an issue with her staying because I didn't want her to stay in a hotel and I knew that Jason would insist on staying at my apartment too while he was in Paris. But as it turns out, Dahlia had made plans to fly to Montreal on the last flight out from Paris after the show to visit Nicholas. Since Metallica was flying into Paris that same night, there would be no logistical issues about who slept where as Dahlia would be gone before Jason arrived.

The beginning of the week showcased a number of other designers, some who were showing in their first fashion week as up and coming designers, and then of course, there were the big fashion houses like Dior, Louis Vuiton, Givenchy and the most exciting show (in my opinion!) the Jean Paul Gaultier haute couture collection that would be showing. The majority of the shows were held in the Carrousel du Louvre, which was within walking distances from my apartment, located at the beginning (or end, depending on how you look at it) of the Champs Elysees. But, due to the large amounts of press surrounding the event, Dahlia and I chose to cab it to the shows in order to avoid being harassed by them as much as possible.

I took Dahlia to a number of the major shows so that she could get a taste for what it was all about. Fashion week was extravagant and over the top, especially here in Paris. The shows always began with some sort of cocktail hour with expensive h'orduevres and entertainment, usually half naked dancers or something similar to keep people entertained and happy. Dahlia had tried caviar for the first time at the Dior show and nearly spit it out onto the back of a high powered fashioned editor. I had pulled her away just in time, barely holding back my laughter as she pulled faces of disgust, though she was able to swallow it.

"That shit is fucking nasty, and that is saying something, because I like just about anything. And the texture..." she trailed off, sticking out her tongue and making a face.

I laughed at her, grabbing her hand and tugging her into the separate room where the Dior show was being held. I myself had never tried caviar, being a vegetarian. But I could only imagine what the texture would be like. Somehow, it didn't exactly appeal to me either. Go figure.

Still holding Dahlia's hand, I guided her over to our seats, which for this show, happened to be first row. I was particularly interested to see what the new designer Gianfranco Ferre would offer to House Dior. As a direct competitor to Chanel, I was always curious, and usually impressed by their previous designs. However, this would be the first collection shown by the new designer under Dior. And it was of particular interest to me because Bernard Arnault, the owner of Dior, had on several occasions expressed an interest in signing me to be the new face of Dior when my contract with Chanel was up. I had yet to make any responses to his offer, mostly because I happened to enjoy working with the employees of Chanel and I appreciated their brand. But, I would be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued by the offer.

We sat down in the front row and I took my sunglasses out from my purse and put them on. Dahlia followed suit beside me. Despite it being dark during the show, there were so many photographers present that the constant flashing was blinding, annoying and could be disorienting. While the sunglasses didn't make the problem go away completely, they did help a little.

"I feel so stupid wearing sunglasses in the dark" Dahlia leaned over, the sweet smell of her perfume washing over me, and whispered to me out of the corner of her mouth. I smiled in the dark because I had to agree with her. At first, I had felt ridiculous too.

"Just remember that everyone does it. It's the cool thing to do" I teased her warmly. I was incredibly happy and excited to have her here with me in Paris for fashion week. So far she had been making all the lavish parties that I had been required to attend tolerable with her presence and humour. We tended to find a quiet corner with optimal surveying capabilities and some champagne, and then we proceeded to pick unsuspecting subjects and make up stories for them. Usually Dahlia would start, picking someone and she would start with their name and occupation and what they were doing there tonight. I would then add my own details and we would come up with crazy stories for the people they interacted with. As the night wore on, and we got more and more buzzed, the stories tended to become more and more ridiculous and we usually ended up in stitches, barely able to keep upright and remain respectable.

As we waited for the show to begin, several of the photographers snapped a few photos of the people sitting in the front row. The flashes were blinding, but I did my best to keep my head turned away and ignore them. Beside me, I felt someone sit down and I turned slightly to see who it was and greet them cordially. However, when I saw the smiling face next to me I sighed.

"Really Tony?" I asked him slightly annoyed, but trying to keep my own smile from spreading across my face at the same time.

Tony Ward was a male model that I had worked with on an magazine spread. He flashed me his dazzling smile and then he leaned forward and gave me a kiss on each cheek. As he did so, I could smell the musky scent of his cologne. It made me skin tingle and stomach flip as I connected the scent to another man in my life who wore the same cologne.

"What? Friends can't sit next to each other?" he teased me, feigning innocence, though I knew he knew what I was annoyed about.

I was about to chastise him when the dim lights that were on went out completely and the lights above the catwalk turned on. The music started at the same time, signalling that the show was about to begin. In order to be heard, I leaned over so my mouth was next to his lowered ear and whispered to him matter-of-factly, "I told you I'm not interested so if this is some kind of ploy, it won't work". Tony, while a nice guy, was not the type of man that I wanted to get involved with, though he had persistently asked me to go out with him. He lived for the party lifestyle and was known to seek out young starlets to take out and party with him, sometimes experimenting casually with drugs. However, despite his often scandalous behaviour, designers loved him for his great physique and purely masculine image. He also had no qualms about doing anything for his employers. The fashion spread that I had shot with him recently was one of my more risqué ones, as I was posing topless in most of the photos. Tony was nude in the majority of the pictures, but for him, it was nothing.

"Can you blame me for trying?" he whispered back, his breath dancing along the line of my neck. Even through the dark and my sunglasses I could see that he was smiling playfully at me. I couldn't help but smile in return, because I knew that he was mostly harmless, even if he repeatedly asked me out and flirted with me.

I rolled my eyes and then I turned my attention away from him and back to the runway where the first models were making their way down. Gianfranco Ferre's first collection, I had to admit, was stunning. He was able to keep true to who he was as a designer, while at the same time embracing the Dior brand of old age feminine beauty. His collection contained a number of beautiful ball gowns, each made with yards and yards of fabric, as was the Dior way. The collection also featured a number of day time pieces that were reminiscent of classic Christan Dior collections, employing built in corsets, boning and overtly feminine silhouettes. The collection certainly gave me pause and made me think seriously about considering Bernard Arnault's offer.

When the show was over, I said goodbye to Tony and then left the Carrousel du Louvre with Dahlia. Tonight was the last night we would have together before she left for Montreal tomorrow, so we wanted to spend it just the two of us out to dinner and not at some fashion week party, which were really just an excuse for all the fashion houses to spend thousands of dollars and try to outdo each other in yet another medium.

We decided to have dinner in Montmartre because it was a trendy district with nightclubs and great restaurants. Plus, it was also a popular tourist destination, due to it being popular with local artists as a place to sell their art and because of the Basilica of the Sacre Coeur. Dahlia had been unable to see many of the popular sites of Paris because we had been so busy, but this was one place she had been dying to visit. We took the metro there and then settled on a small, but fancy restaurant about halfway up the mountain. Even though it was mid October, the patio was still open. However, because it was quite cool out, we decided to eat inside.

We were shown to a table, order a bottle of pinot gris, a fig and olive tapenade and quiche Lorraine and then settled down to enjoy our evening out.

"You know, we should have gone to cabaret" Dahlia declared thoughtfully as she sipped her wine.

I smiled at her and shook my head a little at the same time. "Dahlia, you don't speak French" I pointed out. "Most of the cabarets are not in English".

She waved her hand at me dismissively. "Who cares? It's the experience that counts right?". She smiled away at me as she dug into the tapenade, plopping it onto a piece of crostini and then shoving it into her mouth, all the while still smiling. When she had swallowed it, she raised an eyebrow at me and her smile turned into a smirk. "So who was the hunk that you were whispering with before the show, which by the way, the clothes were beautiful, but come on! They're so impractical! Corsets? And, why show ball gowns? Who even wears ball gowns nowadays?" Dahlia asked me.

I smiled, and chose to ignore her comments about the show. The fashion world wasn't always about practicality. It was about art and setting trends and being the first to do something. It was difficult to explain to someone that didn't understand the business. But those ball gowns would influence the styles of dresses made by commercial companies for next season. That's what high fashion did. Instead, I answered her question about the mystery hunk. "Tony Ward. He's a model I just did a magazine spread with. And before you even bother asking," I continued as she opened her mouth, though I knew exactly what she was going to ask me, "no, I'm not interested in him, in any way at all. Besides, last I heard, he had a thing with Madonna".

Dahlia's mouth dropped open, clearly impressed. "Madonna? Really?".

I merely shrugged and then took a sip of my wine. "Listen, Dahlia, there's something I've been walking to talk to you about since you got here, but there just hasn't been the right moment. I think this is the right moment" I said carefully.

Dahlia looked at me critically, eyes narrowed and a little suspicious. "Oh god, is it bad?" she asked me, sounding slightly alarmed.

"No, no. It's not bad. Not really anyways" I answered, trying to reassure her, but her eyes just got wide at my reply. "It's just, I need some advice and you're the only one that really knows my history with Metallica and you know that they're coming to town tomorrow night right?". I said this in a bit of a rush, my heart rate increasing a little as I finally allowed myself to really think about the fact that I might possibly be seeing James soon.

It had taken me almost six months to tell Dahlia the real reason that James and I had ended our relationship, and I only really told her at the behest of my counsellor because he thought I should be honest with her, as she was a close friend of mine. He also thought that I would be relieved to share the information with someone else, and that I might gain a different perspective on what happened. When I had told Dahlia she had been angry, if angry is even the right word to describe how she had reacted. She had been so furious at James but at the same time, happy that I had finally been able to confide in her. And truth be told, I was relieved after I had told her because I no longer had to keep up my pretence of lies and remember the lie and keep track of it. Honesty really is the best policy.

"You're nervous about seeing James" she stated simply, reading my mind exactly.

"Yeah, a little bit." I admitted and then took a long sip of wine to try and calm my pounding heart. "I know Jason is going to want me to go to their show, and I want to go, but I'm not sure if it's such a good idea, you know, because he'll be there. I'm scared. What do I even say to him?".

"Just say what feels right at that moment Kat. Don't even worry about it until then. Just be true to yourself, and no matter what you say, it won't be wrong". Dahlia answered me, but she was frowning while she spoke. "Though, I don't know if I like the idea of you being around him. What if he hurts you again?".

"Dahlia!" I said her name slightly exasperated, "Can we not go over that for the hundredth time? It's over. It's in the past. It won't happen again. He isn't even like that. It was a one time thing". My tone indicated a finality to the topic, but Dahlia raised an eyebrow at me, clearly not convinced, before moving on.

"So, you and Jason?" she asked me, the smirk returning to his face. "I saw the photos before I came over here. You two were looking pretty friendly".

"Yes, friendly as in friends. That's all it is. For christ's sake he's married Dahlia. I'm not going to get involved with a married man. We just..." I trailed off, thinking back to the weekend that Jason had visited me and remembered how nice it felt to have him around again. "We fell back into old patterns and routines. It's nothing more than that. I swear".

"Okay" Dahlia said, attempting to sound neutral, but she failed. Her tone gave away her true feelings.

"I swear!" I repeated, making my eyes wide and innocent, as if that would somehow convince her.

"Okay Kat".

"Dahlia, I swear".

"Okay!" she laughed at me.

Our last dinner together lasted several hours. We talked about anything and everything, coming back to James and Jason several times and touching on her relationship with Nicholas. She even mentioned to me that she was considering moving to Montreal, which to be honest, I was secretly thrilled about. I had more reason to visit Montreal than I did San Francisco. If I as honest, I wouldn't miss that city. It was great while it latest, but it was a part of my past and I had no reason to go back there. Not even for Jason.

After dinner we went to one of the clubs nearby and danced for a few hours, enjoying the night and the way the alcohol made both of us brave and dance with men we didn't know just for fun. We laughed, drank and danced until I declared we needed to get home otherwise I would be a wreck for the show tomorrow.

We stumbled out into the street, laughing as we both almost tripped and fell. The bouncer hailed us a cab and he smiled warmly at me as we crawled in. I knew that he recognized me but all he did was smile, and for that, I was thankful. It took a bit to get back to my apartment because Montmartre was on the opposite end of the city, but when we finally staggered inside carrying our heels in our hands, still giggling, it was only one in the morning. Not too bad, considering how late we had been out the other nights.

"I need to pee!" Dahlia cried, sinking to the floor, giggling and trying to keep her bladder under control.

"Then go!" I urged her, grabbing her under the arms and hauling her up. "Don't pee on my floor!" I shouted after her as she scurried into the washroom, closing the door loudly behind her.

I grinned stupidly as I poured myself a glass of water and took a few Tylenol. No need to feel crappy in the morning if you take the necessary precautions. I had just downed the pills and was gulping down another glass of water when my phone rang. I paused for a moment, thinking that it was odd that someone would be calling me at one in the morning.

I walked around my counter and sat down on one of the stools at the breakfast bar. I steeled myself, just in case it was terrible news. That's why people call in the middle of the night, right?

I picked up the phone and clicked talk. "Hello?" I said softly into it, fearing the worst.

"Is this Katerina?" a female voice asked me in English.

"Yes, speaking". Oh god, I thought. It's a nurse from a hospital. I bet it's about my parents. I bet they're in the hospital and I need to go home. My heart started to race and I was feeling faint as my mind started to come up with a million scenarios about why I was receiving a phone call at one in the morning.

"It's Judy Newsted" the caller said, her voice shaking slightly.

Oh shit. This might be worse. Though, my heart rate calmed considerably now that I knew it wasn't a hospital calling.

"Hi Judy, how are you?" I said as pleasantly as I could, but in reality I held the phone away from my ear as I slumped down onto the counter, banging my forehead slightly against it. Shit, shit, shit! Why is she calling me?

"Don't Katerina. Okay, just don't. I saw the pictures of you and my husband. I want you to stay away from him, do you hear me?" she demanded, her voice cold, but shaky. I could tell that she was nervous about calling me.

I swallowed hard. I knew that nothing I said would be able to placate or reassure Judy that there was nothing going on between me and Jason. She should be more concerned about what he was doing after shows than what he was doing while he was in Paris with me. But, I had to try.

"Judy" I said her name very carefully, trying to be as sensitive as I could, "I swear to you that there is nothing but friendship between Jason and I. You don't need to worry about him when he is with me".

"Oh just shut up, you fucking whore! Did you not hear me? I saw the pictures Katerina. Pictures don't lie!! So cute the crap. I don't know what kind of woman you think you are, gallivanting about town with a married man while you happen to be in the public eye. Did you really think that you wouldn't get caught? Are you really that stupid?" she hissed at me, his voice full of venom and exuding pure hatred.

"Judy, please listen to me" I said slightly taken aback at her rudeness, but I tried my best to remain pleasant and polite. "I know that the photos look bad. And you're right; we should not have been holding hands. He is married. I apologize for that. But nothing happened while he was here. Honestly." I said to her, almost pleading with her to believe me.

"I don't trust either of you. Did you know when we first started dating he told me he was trying to get over someone that he was deeply in love with. I could handle that. I could even handle listening to him talk about this woman incessantly. But when he lied and then I found out that the woman he was in love with was his roommate, who he had been living with this whole time, well that really hurt. But you know, I could have gotten over that." Judy was shouting at me, as she let out everything that had been bottled up inside her for so long, "But then, you move out to pursue modelling. And then Jason becomes this depressed wreck, always moping, never wanting to go out and never paying attention to me! And he continued to talk about you. All the time. The only thing that made him happy was his music and your phone calls. Do you have any idea how that made me feel? To know that despite how much I love him and care about him, I can't even make him happy? That I'm not enough for him? That only you are! Did you know that I overheard him comparing me to you!?" Judy was sobbing into the phone now.

I sat on the stool silently. I heard the toilet flush in the bathroom and the sound of the sink turning on as Dahlia washed her hands. I wracked my brain, trying to come up with something to say. But I had nothing. I mean what do you even say to a woman that thinks the failure of her relationships is entirely your fault.

"You left. You left and it still didn't matter. He's still hopelessly in love with you. I thought getting married would change him and that he would finally see that we were right for each other. But he just got more distant. And then when I found out that you had slept with him...it just about killed me! I can't compete with you! You're a fucking supermodel! You're gorgeous and every man's fantasy. You're Jason's fantasy. But he's mine. Please just let me have my husband. Katerina please?" Judy cried into the phone, begging me. "Just let me have him please. You left! You left him! Let me have him. Let him go and leave us alone". She was sobbing so hard now that her words were intelligible.

Dahlia came out of the washroom and walked over to stand next to me. She saw the look on my face, one of pure shock and alarm, and she lowered her ear to the phone to listen.

"Katerina, did you hear me? You fucking slut! Stay away from my husband! I won't let you ruin my marriage to him because you can't keep your hands off of him. You can have anyone. Let me have my husband!" Judy shouted at me as I had yet to say anything in response to her previous rant.

Dahlia's eyes got wide and she straightened and shook her head at me and mouthed "fuck that", obviously referring to Judy's request.

I cleared my throat a little, giving myself some extra time to gather my thoughts. I was sympathetic to Judy at first. I know that the photos looked bad. But the reality was I had never intentionally tried to get in between her and Jason. The fact of the matter was that I was indeed on the other side of the world. It was rather reductionist and unfair of her to put the blame of her failed relationship with Jason on me. I had done nothing wrong. He had cheated on her, but not with me. I had never even tried to get with him while he had been with Judy. I had even encouraged him to bring her over so I could meet her and get to know her. So I was now no longer feeling very sympathetic. In fact, I was a little pissed off.

"You know what Judy, maybe he's just not that in to you. Did you ever consider that?". I delivered my words cooly, my voice even and controlled. I would be damned if I let her know how much she had gotten to me. I then clicked the off button on the phone and the call ended. Maybe a little cruel, but hell she deserved it.

"What a bitch!" Dahlia declared as I put the phone back in the cradle. "She has some nerve calling you in the middle of the night like that to bitch you out over something that isn't even your fault. You should have just told her that Jason has been cheating on her, but not with you. Then maybe she would have the balls to call him and confront him instead of trying to blame you for their problems. God, what way to ruin a perfectly good night" Dahlia shouted, slurring slightly as she was slightly more drunk than I was.

"Let's not worry about it, okay. She's not my problem. She's his” I replied, stifling a yawn in the process. "Let's go to bed. Early start tomorrow" I reminded her.

Dahlia's eyes lit up as she remembered that tomorrow was the Chanel show.

"Oh, I don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight. I'm too excited! This feels as exciting as Christmas!" she exclaimed, excitedly.

I laughed at her excitement and then went into the bathroom to change, wash my face and brush my teeth. I was a little less excited than Dahlia was, not that I wasn't happy to be walking in the show. I was. But, I was slightly more nervous about possibly seeing James than I was letting on. Would he hate me? Would he even talk to me? Did I even care? I sighed as I pulled my hair up into a pony tail so I could wash my face. I scrubbed off the night's makeup, rinsing my face clean and then I applied an oil-free moisturizer. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and my mind wandered from James back to Jason and what Judy had said. He's still in love with you. Somehow, that didn't surprise me after his behaviour the last time I saw him. What I needed to figure out was how I felt about him. And fast.
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Wow, the description of the fashion show of Dior was awesome! and Tony :drool :biggrin
and Judy calling Kat, just to call her "whore" and "slut" :ugh: I hope that Jason do realize this and talk with Judy, Kat have no guilt (directly), Jason is who is in love with her, and maybe Kat too, but she never did anything to take Jason away from Judy.

More soon please :heart: :heart: :heart: :blush:
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