Roses were what? Pink or white, depending on whose version of the song was being followed.
It didn't matter whether they were white or pink, what Ricky did care about was why he thought a tanned skin a rose, and her black kaftan the decorative element that protected the beautiful flower. He didn't think of what he was doing being a bad, imitative poet, nor why he felt rage, that boiling hot feeling he had become accustomed to seize him whole when the photographer, a bald Frenchman screamed, 'Give me that orgasmic look, yeah good, baby!' and 'Oh don't give me that mere pose, my mother does better when she's with her boring lovers!'
He had the urge, repeatedly, to snap his red neck into two and feed them to the horse that had been subjected to sexual assault without the privilege of a jerk off. Constantly he made remarks like, 'Hold the reins of that beauty like it's going down on you and you don't it to stop,' another time he insisted that she 'ride
An evening shower was the best way of earning the relaxation one rightfully deserved after an entire day of playing mannequin and striking different poses while riding on a horse as stubborn as a mule and working with a photographer as lewd as a 15th century French, and Jade ensured she made the best of it.She lay in the bath tub, underneath a bubble bath enriched with eau de cologne and the best smelling shower gel and other products. With her head thrown back, she ran her fingers through the foamy liquid, closing her eyes as the sweet spices which filled the bathroom embraced her nostrils. Her foamy fingers and red polished fixed nails reminded her of a particular movie she enjoyed and she smiled, letting the soft background Celine Dion track drown her as she picked the glass of 'Chateau Lafite 1787' red wine that stood proudly beside her head.The feeling of fantasy, broken only by the slow hum as she sang along with the artist made her feel serene, as though t
Raquel stood, her gold heels clicking on the tiled part of the floor. She walked to the stool and picked the flat China plate, staring at the samosa, muffin and fried chicken as though they would immediately ruin her career the moment she took a bite.'Jade, the calories and cholesterol contained in these three monstrously deceptive foods are walking breathing weight increment agents. Do you know how many cups of coffee and work outs you will do to lose the weight you'll put on after this?'Jade yawned, she had aware of that before eating them, but she had missed fried chicken and muffins and samosa. She said nothing in defence, she was guilty as charged.'Are you sure the Queen Victoria lead pageantry costume will still fit in? Or, God forbid the lingerie exhibition sponsored by Victoria Secret and a collaboration of three other top companies? If they detect an extra ounce of flesh, the contract is over. What were you thinking?''I wasn't thinking okay
The brief walk to the resort gardens and fields, the concept for the day, was good for his mental health. He tried not to think of Jade as he walked, instead wondering the strategy to use for the next season's marketing. He had noticed before that the boxers he currently wore left marks on the waist after it was removed, and thought of an idea to propose to prevent it from having the same problem in their products the next season.Ricky didn't know whether to classify it as luck, but when he got to his destination, they were already through with the shoot and Jade was walking directly towards him, her hair dyed red and her face baked with makeup. He gazed at her as they drew nearer to each other, grateful that his sunshades gave him the luxury of emotionlessness.'Ricky.' He had missed her voice, particularly when it called his name.'Jade.' He looked around for the dragon, wondering where she had gone.'I was just on my way to your suite.'
'No...Nona?''Nona! What are you doing?'Ricky and Julia screamed respectively. Ricky didn't seem to hear what his sister had said, but ran with the speed of electricity to his grandmother, engulfing her fragile petite frame in a tight hug. Jade looked at Julia who rolled her eyes upwards in frustration, and wondered what the latter had done exactly.'Nona, I was scared. Don't do this to me again, please. I promise, I will come visit you every time I get the chance.' Ricky muttered, fear and panic reflecting in the quavering of his voice.Finally releasing his hands from around the old lady's body, Ricky held her face, as though he would find out what had happened to her by doing so. 'Did a doctor see you? Did you wound yourself anywhere?'Jade realised then that he hadn't understood what was going on.'I urhh, the doctor said....'Two children, a boy and a girl of the same age ran out through the side doors screaming, 'Nona! It isn't
Ricky smirked proudly, dropping beside Jade, and whispered, 'I'm fucking proud of you for that' in her ears. She blushed once again, which did not go unnoticed by Julia and Nona who teased them jokingly.'But, what inspired you to stage such an act, Jules?' Ricky asked, opening the covered plates of fruit salad for himself and his partner.Julia cut her children's pineapples and water melon into smaller sizes as she replied. 'Jack and I took Nona and Grandpa for checkup today, and the inspiration hit me on our way back.' Jack was her husband who was a politician, Ricky whispered to Jade in explanation, both of them watching Julia explain as though she had just achieved something great and was holding an interview on T.V.'Congratulations then, you succeeded in disrupting a modelling shoot.' Ricky lied in a bid to guilt trip his sister.Julia shrugged. 'Nothing is more important than family, Ricky. You should learn that, soon you'll marry and
Ricky snorted. 'Jade arrives and even my own grandfather denies me. You won't see me again, or her.' Jade laughed at his childishness. Another side of Ricky, she loved it.'You're only welcome here if you have her on your arm.''Pop, Jade didn't tell you she's a feminist? She would rather walk into a party hall swinging her arms like a match past than hang on to me.' Ricky glanced at her as he spoke, his tone was serious.'Well, that's...'The light of her phone glowed, indicating she was being contacted by someone. She took an excuse, seeing it was her manager, and left.'You make sure you keep her, and keep her well. I like her, and we both know I don't like people easily.' Grandfather said in a low voice as soon as Jade was out of earshot, pushing his seat closer to Ricky's.Ricky let out a deep breath. 'We aren't even dating, pop.' His voice matched Grandfather's own- low and conspiring.He shrugged it off as though it weren't an i
'Yea, me too.' Ricky replied, and with a move as swift as a fly buzz, he tipped her chin and captured her lips in his, softly. It was quick, but the message was conveyed rightly.'Thanks, Jade.' He kissed her again and she stared at him, starstruck.'Why do you look so surprised? I've wanted to do that for a long time, and, it's not the first time we're kissing anyway.' He was rambling and he knew it, but her expression had thrown him off. He hadn't expected her to look this... shocked, confused.Jade blinked, realising herself. 'No, it's not it. It's just that... You've never kissed me like this before.''Like what? Like I'm grateful, like this?' They didn't realise it, but their voices had dropped to low whispers. He placed a soft kiss on her nose and she chuckled lightly.'What is it?' He asked, but chuckled along with her, completing what had become the Mears family ritual to her by
Thinking with her head, that part of her that did not become irrational after meeting Ricky, Jade felt relieved that Ricky had called her joke a joke and stayed away from her room thirty minutes after she got back and didn't hear a knock on her door or the doorbell chime. Not that she was anticipating any anyway, she convinced herself, wishing she could just stop reading meaning to everything he did.She had met his crazy loving family, and so? She wasn't wishing to become one of them....Ughh, could the mere thought of that just leave her stupid brain?It was at that moment, when she was busy scolding her brain while being soaked again in a bathtub that her doorbell did chime.She thought she imagined the first one, and said nothing, only lowering the yet again blues track playing softly. Funny, she was becoming a sucker for romantic music.Three knocks resonated through the room. This time, she was sure she had not imagined it.W