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25 CONTROVERSIAL QUOTES  FROM THE STYLE EMPRESS On her toughest rivals in the biz:"The fashion business is a huge orgy of nymphomaniacswho cannot orgasm. That’s according to Karl, not me.But I absolutely agree. I need my rivals to turn my juices on,to keep me hungry. I cannot function without them.I need them like my next breath.”Sandara Park__________________________________________________   FOR THE FIRST TIME, I violate the privacy of a guest in the island.  I have no choice. I can’t locate her unless I go knock on the 150 occupied suites in that particular hotel one by one and find out its occupants. She’s clearly using an alias as most of the guests who come to the island do.  Junsu, the island’s chief security looks at me speculatively but does my bidding. He runs me the island’s current guest manifesto. There are 3,850 of them right now billeted in different hotels.  I sit down in front of the computer screen and go over the pictures, fast-scanning them.  I heave a sigh of relief when I see her face.  She’s guest #2,538.  Sandara Park.  THE Sandara Park, designer and owner of the famous clothing brand Stardust.  So…I slept with Ms. Park last night.  What in hell have I gotten myself into? What the hell was a woman like her doing hitting on me?  She wanted a baby.  I sit back and stare at her lovely face on the screen. I smile, heat warming me up immediately. She’s got the loveliest face. Not a sculpted face typical of celebrities but softly molded by her natural femininity. Her eyes are big and mysterious and in this picture, framed with black, thick, fake lashes, like the ones my mother wore in her old pictures. Her hair…so much hair, long, thick and lustrous that I can wrap my fingers on as I hammer her from behind while staring at her ass. She’s got the most kissable lips, too and her taste lingers on my palate. I’d like to feel them all over me, sucking me where I ache.  I want her again. And I will have her again.  “That her?” Junsu asks from behind me.  “Yeap,” I answer, dragging the Y on my tongue.  “She’s hot. Not your usual type though.”  I glance up and shoot Junsu a hard look. “And what do you think is my type?”  “Hey, you have to admit, she looks different from your usual hook ups.”  I smile and nod. “Yeah, she IS different. Find out where she is right now.”  Junsu makes quick work at the keyboard. The screen immediately yields the info.  “She went to tour the village. Left her hotel at 8 AM.”  Damn, the village tour can take all day and I can’t wait that long. I need to talk to her. “Radio the guide of her tour and ask him to relay their exact location every time they move. I’m just going to take a shower at the villa and then follow them there. Hit me periodically for feedback.”  “What has the woman done to you? Or let me rephrase my question, what have you done to her?”  “None of your fucking business, old man,” I reply sourly at Junsu’s egging.  Junsu chuckles. “I smell a shitload of trouble coming your way. Careful, boy.”  You can say that again.  I leave the security room and drive my Hummer to the villa.   ————//———— The fabrics are fabulous.  I definitely found the inspiration for my new collection. Asian tribal weave works!  Plus the beadworks! Oh my god, I’m going crazy, literally!   The way the natives craft their beadworks is so creative and unique. The color combinations are distinctive of any other tribal designs I’ve already seen and I’ve traveled a lot for work.  My mind is working on double time. Since I failed in my baby project, I might as well conduct some business while I’m here. That might take away the sting of what happened last night.  Sting?   Okay, pain. You just love to rub it in, bitch.  I don’t want to think about it too much. If I do, I’d pack my bags and leave right away.  The shame of it is killing me.  No, not the shame. I can get over that. It’s the disappointment that’s hard to take.  But I’ll get over it. I have to.  Work is a welcome diversion.  It always is. Story of my life.  Back to the grind, bitch.  I buy samples of each fabric to be used in my prototypes. I may have to come back in the future for further immersion with the native weavers. Chances are, Jaejoong won’t be in the island by then. I hope.  A young man like him must have a lot of other exciting places to visit aside from this place.  Or if I can’t bear the thought of seeing him again, I may just send one of my junior designers to coordinate with the natives about my bulk orders in the future. I do plan to make these fabrics a part of my signature designs and contract the weavers to be exclusive to my company for an indefinite period of time. I can do a lot with these materials, from my RTW dresses and couture gowns to my signature bags and shoes and home decors.   Maybe after this village tour I’ll cut this vacay short. There’s nothing for me here anymore. I can’t go through with it. I can’t even bear the thought of approaching another man and seducing him to have sex with me. It just goes against the grain of my morals now.  Oh? Where were your morals last night?  I’d like to think Jaejoong was just a fluke. I almost gave up in finding him. But he came along and I felt it, him, the rightness of him in every fiber of my being. I’d just consider him an exception and leave it at that. Because really, bottom line, I really enjoyed his company.  And the sex, oh my god! Off the charts! Not that I have any other experiences to compare it with. But he sure blew “Bob” to oblivion last night. All in all, it’s not so bad.  Not bad at all.  No, I’m not giving up on my baby project. I can’t give up on that. I’ll just find another way.  I’ll talk to my doctor again about artificial insemination back in Korea.  That’s my last resort and I’m finally okay with that. If I can’t conceive, I’d just adopt, like Brangelina. Lots of orphans in the world who need love and care. I’d even top their record. I’d have seven kids. Anyway, I have a billion to splurge on them and counting.  I hear the sound of camera shutters. This is an exclusive tour I’ve arranged with the hotel so there’s nobody with me but Minzy and our driver.  I look around.  A man is taking pictures of me.  I immediately confront him. “Hey, stop that! Why are you taking pictures of me? It’s not allowed here!”  He lowers the camera from his face and smiles at me.  My eyes widen. “Insung?”  “Hey, Dara.”  I run up to him and give him a bear hug. “Hey, what the hell are you doing here?”  “I could ask you the same question.”  “Well…I thought I could use a short break before Fashion Week.”  “Long way from home.”  “I wanted to see an islandfor a change. So what are you doing here?”  “I’m shooting an event this Sunday for Sports Illustrated, the World Extreme Water Sports Competition.”  “Oh, what water sports?”   “Jet skiing, water skiing, wind surfing, wakeboarding and barefoot skiing.”  “Barefoot skiing? How can you ski on foot? What are they, Jesus?”  He grins. “It’s in fact a popular sport, but it’s my first time to cover it.  We can go watch on Sunday.”  I smile back. “I’d love that.”  I might not have to leave sooner after all. Insung is a good friend who’s a brilliant freelance professional photographer for many reputed magazines in the World. I’ve hired him to do several of my billboard ads and my sales spiked up every time. Insung’s pictures are well-respected in the fashion industry.  “Where do you go from here?” I ask.  “To see the old temples in the village. Wanna join me?”  “Of course! I’m so glad you’re here, Insung.”   “Me too, Dara.”  ————//———— Looks like she found another man to give her a baby.  In just six damn hours!  Unbelievable!  I don’t know what I’m feeling but it’s certainly not pleasant.  I’m debating between joining them but I see them talking animatedly, as if they know each other pretty well. Dara frequently touches the man’s arm and she’s laughing with him.  My insides are twisting in a bad way as I watch them from my truck. I’ve been discreetly following them from a distance for hours now, something I’ve never done before. I feel like a criminal.  I wonder who’s the guy she’s with. And do I really want to find out? What do I care? We had consensual sex last night. Except for the baby part, which was not consensual at all, it was a mutually gratifying experience. I should leave it at that.  I should go. Leave her alone.  I sigh harshly.  I know I can’t. Not yet.  Not until I’ve talked to her.  I sigh again.  This is going to be a long day.  ————//————  Insung and I were ravenous after our tour so we decided to dine early. We entered the restaurant at six in the evening. We’re now sitting at the deck with the perfect view of the setting sun while he’s telling me a funny story about his photoshoot with a legendary rock star and my mind is wandering elsewhere.  The beautiful sunset is reminding me too much of yesterday’s sunset.  I sigh discreetly, fighting the melancholy invading me and try to pretend to listen and get amused.  Insung is a wonderful guy. Divorced with two kids who are in his custody. He’s a good-looking man, decent and accomplished in his own right. He’s nowhere near the level of my wealth but in the industry we both revolve in, his name is as big and as respected as mine. To me, that’s the real meaning of success. The respect your peers accord you is more valuable than the money you make out of it.  I can tell from the looks he’s been giving me the whole afternoon, he just realized that I might be a potential stepmother for his children. Now, I’ve no problem with that, at all. I can be a mother to as many stepchildren as long as I love their father. Plus, if I’m not able to conceive, I’d have two instant children. How lovely would that be?  Very lo