Portrayal of te Beautiful - How The Beautiful End Their Evening

Hello my dear readers. I am sad to say that I am moving back to university (thank goodness!!) so I won't be updating until I have internet set up in my new house which will take approx a month. (It's my first rented house too!!) But I am so glad that you are happy to know that Joren and Kel finally kissed. I breathe a big sigh of relief, though to be honest I'd breathe an even bigger sigh of relief if they did more than just kiss.

Anyway enjoy!!

I am surprised.

Joren has kissed and is kissing me.

I did not see it coming and I just want to stay in this moment of silence and transition for as long as possible. I wanted to stay in such a wonderful feeling when there are no complications and consequences yet. Most people live in the past or for the future, but how many in the present? I'm one of those people but for now I honestly want to stay in the present and to be kissed as if I am the only thing that is important.

But nothing ever goes smoothly because my phone beeped. I pulled away awkwardly to take out my phone from my clutch bag. Joren took the champagne glass out of my hand as he took in his surroundings. I peered at the screen to see I had a text message. I read it for it could be important.

"I just saw you on TV tonight, you look beautiful. Dom" My heart pounded furiously. I was torn to be exact; torn from the adrenalin and excitement by that kiss and from the anger and frustration about the man who I deemed unworthy of my time and he had the guts to try to plead his way back into my life. I put my phone away, my night was emotionally ruined. The worst thing about having my night ruined was that it was by someone who wasn't at the gala!

I looked at Joren as he stared back at me from the distance. He managed to put his tie back on but it was crooked. The moment and the tension has gone, awkwardness replaced it. I walked up to him and undid his tie.

"It was crooked." I said as a matter of fact. I upturned his collar and did his tie for him again. He smelt nice and I could hear our breathing mingling into one rhythmic sound. I pulled his collar down again and stood back as I admired my handiwork as well as the extraordinary blonde. "Shall we go?" I asked. As I swerved to walk past him, he wrapped an arm around me to stop.

"Do you have any idea that you just did the sexiest thing in the world?" He whispered huskily, his warm breathe tickled against my neck. If there was a mirror my eyes would have bulged out in shock. I took pictures of things that were sexy and sensual, I don't do them.

"Let's go before I change my mind about you Miss Mindelan. I may have to drown myself in bottles of champagne, let alone glasses." He guided me to the exit and opened the door for me. "Go ahead first and I'll catch up with you in a few minutes." I understood what he meant; he didn't want any gossip to go around.

"I'll see you later." I then quickly walked away towards the ballroom as I brushed my hand through my cropped hair. It couldn't be helped but I was nervous to face everyone else at the party when I knew had just been kissed by Joren. The tabloids would have a field day if they knew!

In the ballroom near the balcony on the second floor, I noticed Zahir waving at me who was stood next to a cheery Tobe. I carefully walked up the stairs and when I got close, Zahir thrust a much needed drink into my hand.

"Hello gorgeous." He said to me as he kissed me on the cheek. "You didn't mention you had such a funny kid working for you." I smiled.

"Well he joined me recently and I could say one thing. I adore him!" I smiled fondly at the now blushing Tobe. "Now give me an honest answer Zahir, did my boy have any champagne or any alcohol of the sort tonight?"

Tobe turned around to fix his suit and Zahir gave him a quick sideways glance. "Well I had a few toasts with some of the guests tonight and I felt rude to not let Tobe join in, so I did give him a glass to hold."

Oh dear.

"And I guess he drank that glass too?" I gave the model a knowing look, you don't lie to me; it didn't turn out so well for a child back in primary school and another man who lied behind my back fairly recently. You just don't lie to me.

"Well, he drank it slowly. I made sure he paced himself and I only gave him one!" It was amusing to watch the tough exterior Zahir trying to dodge me in a battle of words like a child. "Just don't push me into a shallow pond please! Anyway, where have you been?" He asked. It couldn't be helped but the memory of being kissed by Joren came to mind.

"You are obviously a first-timer to this gala. I'm famous for disappearing into the galleries for ages, every year there is always one person who doesn't know that I am not to be disturbed there will come and find me."

"Are you sure, you just weren't in the toilets with a few lines of coke then?" Quipped Tobe.

I gave him a stern look. "I'm not the one who has been drinking without their guardian." Tobe shut up defeated and ruffled up his own curls in guilt.

"So if you were in the galleries, who found you this year Miss Mindelan?"

"Oh a very strict and bemused security guard did. I explained to him that it's a custom I am famous for but he told me to go back to where everyone else was for 'security reasons'." I lied. "Was tempted to hit the guard but I can't take Tobe home if I was in jail right?" Zahir laughed at my witty comment.

"You are one of a kind, I feel like dancing so would you join me?" He offered an arm and so I took it as we went onto the balcony to dance. Tobe was talking to a grumpy-looking old lady sat in the corner at the time, so I left him there. It was a silent disco; I have never been to one before so it was slightly strange. I was given a set of headphones I was to put on, the music blasted through and I danced along with everyone else who was listening to the same song as I was with their own headset.

That night we had a celebrity DJ playing our set, it was very fun and at random a cheesy favourite number would come on when everyone began to sing along to it. I did take a moment to take off my headset and was amazed by how synchronised people were to the tune, like it was one big karaoke without the instrumental.

Zahir twirled me around and others decided to join us in a big circle, eventually someone requested the YMCA and the champagne fuelled crowd took it with intense enthusiasm. Tobe joined us for this part with his own headset, having the time of his young life.

I got tapped on the shoulder through the middle of a song by Queen and I turned around to find Joren equipped dashingly with a pair of headset. He pulled mine off so that all I heard were the people singing and him.

"I'm going to be heading off soon, but I want to see you later tonight for a talk if that's ok?" He asked softly. I thought about it and all the possible implications, outcomes and reasons why I should agree or not. It confused me so much, a sensible side had alerted warning bells in my mind but a part of me told the sensible side to go eat itself and agree to meet Joren later. That part of me was a combination of intuition and desire.

"I have to take Tobe home." I reasoned; it was the best excuse that I could come up with.

"Well after you have dropped him off, meet me at that coffee shop near your studio. Mutual grounds and it's your decision."

"Ok, I'll be there in an hour."

He gave me a light peck on the cheek before he pranced off to say his farewells to the important people such as the committee of the Royal Fashion Archive, Rogue editors from different realms and designers. He also said good-bye to Zahir with a big manly hug before he left.

I danced a bit before I tapped Tobe on the shoulder. "I hate to put a damper on your night but you have a curfew. We'll be going home in ten minutes. Say bye to people and meet me by the ante-room in ten minutes sharp." Tobe pulled a disappointed face, he obviously enjoyed himself. He went off to say his farewells to people, I turned to Zahir and kissed him good bye. I will see him again soon since we have a project together in two weeks time. I found Jon on the stairs on my way to the ante room. He had Thayet on his arms as they talked to each other lovingly. He spotted me and smiled.

"Jon, Thayet it's good to see you tonight." I said.

Jon raised an eyebrow. "You're leaving so early? What is with people these days? Even Joren left a moment ago."

"Well I have to take my young intern home as he has school tomorrow." I reasoned, though I crossed my fingers that Jon won't put Joren and me in the same sentence for tonight. Thayet smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Good night Kel. Have a safe journey home."

"I will, good night." I walked on and waited for Tobe in the ante room for ages. It had been fifteen minutes since I told him we were leaving that he turned up, ready to go. He mumbled a sorry and offered his arm.

"Nothing to be sorry about, I just see that someone is popular at a party." I smiled as I hooked my arm into his. It must have looked funny since I was much taller and a bit older than he is. We walked out back to the army of clicking cameras; they all wanted the pictures of the celebrities looking worse for wear or to see who went home with whom. It's not something I like; it's all done for greed and not for the appreciation of beauty and art.

Tobe and I got into our car and we were driven back to Tobe's house first where I watched him enter his house. I told him that I will ring him after college time to see if he was available to help out at the studio during his spare time. After I saw Tobe enter the house safely, I was driven back to my flat.

As soon as I got home, I put on a pair of jeans and a big jumper Alanna gave me by Stella McCartney. Once I was dressed more comfortably, I made my way to see Joren at the cafe. I was nervous, like the feeling you get when you are at the beginning of a rollercoaster; the big climb before all the excitement and uncertain thrill. The lights were dim but the neon red open sign was still lit. I walked through the dark glass door to find Joren sat in a comfy sofa in the far corner, with a grand mug in his hand. I went straight to the counter where I ordered a large mug of camomile tea, to drink coffee or anything with caffeine in it at this time of the night was silly. Unless you had to pull an all-nighter and I doubt I will be silly enough to do that.

I sat down next to Joren with my cup of tea in hand. We haven't said a word to each other, he was still in his suit though he undid his bow tie, his top buttons were undone and he no longer had his jacket. We sat there for a while, taking the occasional sip from our hot drinks.

"I'm not sure when I can forgive you for that pond incident." He commented.

"You aren't as angry as the other shoot we did the Armani underwear shoot on ice." I remember how he had almost turned blue and so he demanded a lot of things such as towels, hot water bottles and copious amounts of tea. We photoshopped his skin and lips since he went pink and blue from the cold.

"Well I have forgiven the Armani underwear because I had mentally prepared myself for it but the pond was launched at me by surprise with no regards to my feelings."

"I believe that your feelings were untouched since I did nothing of the sort to stop your desire for perfection, beauty and fame."

"Well you are misguided then. Shall I remind you of what happened in the royal portrait gallery?" We gazed at each other and the intensity reminded me how we got to that conclusion in the first place. I broke away; I don't want to know what is on his mind.

"I think I'm going to go home." I left the rest of my drink and got up to leave. Joren put his drink down and stood up.

"I'll walk you home." I protested and reassured him it was perfectly safe for me to walk back up to my flat. But he just pulled me by the arm out of the cafe.

"Let me be a gentleman to you for once and you will never have to expect me to be nice ever again." He literally walked me up to my flat; by the time we were in the lift, he had his hand on my waist and stood close so that I was alert by his presence. When I opened the door, he twirled me around to face him. I could smell him, it was intoxicating and his eyes made me want to melt.

"I thought before I say goodbye I should remind you of what happened in the royal portrait gallery." He swooped in and that was the second time that we had kissed.

It was more passionate this time; I wanted to kiss him back. Our kisses became more feverish and he moved on to suck and kiss my neck, it sent shivers down my spine. I want him and I don't want to say goodbye to him. I threw my good sense out of the window like I throw out ruined and damaged film. My hands massaged his well-defined chest, when I managed to get hold of his collar; I pulled him into the flat with me.

What happened that night is a secret. But I regret not having coffee in the cafe now.

If I wasn't tired from packing, or if I wasn't aware of the young readers that could be reading this. I'd write a lot of filth to tell you what happened when Kel pulled Joren into her flat.

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