SEVENTEEN (1/1)
___________________________________________________________25 CONTROVERS IAL QUOTES FROM THE S TYLE EMPRES S On being called a bitch:Make that capital B. Thank you.That’s the perfect attitude to match my clothes.SANDARA PARK______________________________________________________ "JAEJOONG, PLEASE, LET ME UP.” “No.” He’s slumped between my legs like a dead weight. We’ve been all over each other since yesterday. We didn’t leave my apartment. We didn’t talk much. We were too busy getting our fill of each other all night. I lost count of how many times I came, or how many times he came. It was a marathon. We only got up to take a hot shower together and order dinner from a restaurant and had it delivered to my apartment. We didn’t talk much over dinner, too. He was busy touching me, as if he couldn’t wait for us to finish eating so he can get back to licking and nibbling on me from head to toe. This morning he woke me up with an aching sensation. I realized he’s been going down on me and I was gushing in my sleep. It was the strangest, most pleasurable feeling, to wake up on the verge of orgasm. My body has rested for a few hours and was only eager to be pleasured again. But I have to get out of this lust-bubble he’s wrapped me in. “I need to go to work,” I tell him. “Take the day off. You’re the boss.” “I can’t. Fashion Week’s in less than two months and I don’t have a collection to show. I’m fucked.” “Yeah, you are and you’re getting more. Just gimme a few minutes. That was fucking….whew!” "Jae, be serious!” “I’ll help you. Don’t worry about it.” “Help me? Designing?” “Yeah.” “What…You just don’t get it, do you? You think this is barefooting on a sunny day at the beach, nice and easy, no worries. This is my life’s work we’re talking about here!” He sighs and plops on his back beside me, relieving me of his weight. I miss him already but I sit up, dragging the comforter to cover my body. He touches my back. “I’m sorry.” I sigh deeply and get up from the bed. He gets up too and embraces me from behind. “Don’t be mad. C’mon, let’s take a shower, then we go to work.” “We?” “Yes, we. I want to see how you work. I’ve shown you my work place on the island. You should show me yours.” “But—” He scoops me up in his arms, as he loves to do. Sighing, I cling to his shoulders. “When a man loves picking you up like this and you weigh a ton, what do you do?” “I don’t know. Give him more blow jobs?” I burst into laughter, slapping his back chidingly. Just like that, he can switch my mood from somber to sunny. And he’s staring at me with that look again. I missed that.That look that makes me feel like I’m a prize men go to war for. Like I’m Helen of Troy. “I missed you, baby.” My throat closes up, my eyes water. I kiss him hard on the lips before I embarrass myself. We end up in the bathroom with another round of groaning and screaming. I cannot believe the sounds that come out of me when we’re at it. I didn’t know there was a porn star living inside me. I’m in extremely deep shit. The tables have been turned. bubba dada is doing the tempting! ————//———— The moment we enter my studio, all eyes are on us. Heechul pretends to be busy at his table but I know what he did, the traitor. He’s siding with Jae now, huh? How easily he’s abandoned my ship. Well, didn’t you abandon your morals when you first saw him? “Heechul?” I call him in a saccharine voice. He acts like he doesn’t know I’m already there. “Oh, S-Sandara! You’re back!” he squeals all too enthusiastically while darting a quick look at Jae, giving him a conspiratorial smile. I look down a bit to hide my amusement. For Heechul to help Jaejoong and take the risk of my wrath is really something. This is an employee who has been with me for almost a decade. Jae can inspire instant loyalty. Of course I cannot get angry at Heechul now. It would be hilarious after that thorough display of i-miss-you I got from Jae. My muff is still humming from all that bumping and grinding we did. Heechul is now standing in front of me, trying hard not to fidget like a naughty child caught misbehaving. “Uhm, I just told the models yesterday that we’d just call them if they’ve made it to our list.” I nod. “Thank you. Gather our models again and make them wear my prototypes. Let’s review what’s wrong with my designs.” The relief that floods his face is comical. “Right away, Dara! Right away!” He scrambles to do my bidding. I introduce Jae to my design team. He smiles at them and it has the same effect. Instant captivation. Since most of them are either closet or open queens, they take to him like their new muse. I don’t know if that’s good or bad. ————//———— Well, what do you know? He’s indeed helping me with my designs. At first, he was just a silent witness in the background while I worked, not even intruding once. He got busy reading in my extensive library full of art and design books in one corner of the studio, drinking coffee. We exchanged looks and smiles all day. We ordered from my favorite Chinese take-out and ate lunch with my team. Then we resumed work all through afternoon. I’ve had a thorough discussion with my team regarding my latest designs and they gave their objective opinions. All of them are into it. In fact, they’re all excited to present this collection to the world. Everyone’s happy with it, except me. I don’t know. There’s something I don’t understand with my new outputs. These are the women’s clothes, both the RTW and the couture. Especially the couture. They came from me, and yet I don’t feel comfortable that I did them. For the first time in my career, I feel unsure of my creative direction. he is going through my sketches plastered over a dozen back-lighted glass tables. Just the two of us in the studio now. It’s almost five PM anyway, so I let everyone take an early day off. “Did you have Kandinsky in mind while doing these?” He finally remarks as he studies my designs thoughtfully. Why am I allowing him to comment on my works is beyond me. But I’m curious of his impression. “Kandinsky?”