Model Man

Chapter Sixteen

The sun had quickly fallen and the moon greeted the sky. I slipped on my black/red ombré heels and clasped my gold necklace around my neck. My black bra was visible through my sheer sparkly shirt. I had on black jeans with a fairly expensive belt, not as expensive as Keigo's clothes.

My makeup was simple but sultry. Black and brown eyeshadow with false lashes. Clear lipgloss and some simple perfume to match.

Deep breaths.

I stepped outside my room to see Keigo in a button down I designed. Black silk with gold buttons. The pants he got from some over priced brand. My eyes couldn't help but look at his exposed chest with a hefty chain draped over. He looked delicious.

Keigo's honey colored eyes glanced over to my outfit and instead of a compliment, he said "That's what your wearing?"

"Um, is there something wrong with it?"

"No."

Yes, there was. It bothered Keigo how good she looked. Not because he was the controlling type but because he knew other guys eyes would be on her. Other guys would walk over to her and try to talk to her. Buy her a drink, take her to their house, make love to... Enough, Keigo. She's not yours. But boy, does he wish she was.

"You ready to go?" The blonde asked. "Yeah, let's go." I smiled.

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You could hear the club from 3 blocks away. Thousands upon thousands of people flooded the streets and sidewalks trying to get out during the night. Enji looked pissed at how slow it was taking for us to get to the club. "No one knows how to drive." He muttered under his breath.

It took 45 minutes for us to get to the club from the hotel room. Thankfully, with Keigo's status, it took almost no effort for us to get inside. The second we walked in Cold Sweat by Tinashe was blasting through the club. Strobe lights were hitting every inch of the club. People were practically fucking in the ill lit corners. Lines of coke were being done. Those who should've been home hours ago were passed out either drunk or high. Good fucking lord.

Keigo had grabbed my hand out of no where and helped guide me to a table where his other friends were at. A few guys and a couple of girls. I didn't know it, but one of the girls was staring daggers at me. After mingling with the group for 20 minutes, I leaned over to Keigo. "Hey Keigo, I spotted the bar. I'm gonna grab a drink." He nodded and response and I eagerly walked over. I knew if I was gonna cut loose and have fun, I was gonna need alcohol. "Can I get a boozy lemonade?" Handed ID and my card, boom, alcohol.

My (E/C) eyes scanned the club. So. Many. People.

I made my way back over to where Keigo was but was stopped by a girl. "Just letting you know, Keigo won't be yours forever." I choked on my drink. "Excuse me?" My eyes looked up to the girl as she was gripping my arm tightly. It was one of the girls. "Who even are you?"

She scoffed. "Nemuri Kayama. Or known as Miss Midnight. The top model for lingere." Shit. She's another model from Japan. I swallowed a lump in my throat. "Before long, Keigo will realize how fucking worthless you are and drop you like nothing."

"How are you so sure?" I spat back at her, my blood was slowly beginning to boil. "You'll see soon enough," She got closer to my face. "Bitch." The model let go of my arm and made her way over to the bar. I was shooken up, I felt like I couldn't breathe. I locked eyes with Keigo, he looked at me concerned. Is he gonna toss me out like trash? My heels turned and I walked away. I walked up some stairs and hid out in a corner.

Buzz, Buzz

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11:46pm

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