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He was as charming as a snake. Possibly more lethal. She sat through it all though, half smile pasted on her face. It wasn’t enough to produce a knock out collection, IGirl had to learn to play their game. Ironic that in a pool of sharks she was the one depicted as the bad sport.
Maurizio was the fashion editor you wanted on your side and right now he was sitting on IGirls left. After hours of preparation she had let the stylist take over and taken her place at the front. Hiding out the back wouldn’t do her any favours at this event.
There had been a stream of copycats on the catwalk this week but IGirl knew she was a step ahead. And Belle was sensational. She rocked the dresses. She injected the jackets. She was Medusa in a mini and a cut away top.
When IGirl took the stage she knew they had nailed it. The sharks had taken the bait. Champagne flowed and cameras snapped and Belle leaned in to whisper in her ear. If IGirl had enough blood in her system to blush she would have. Wine wasn’t the only thing that would intoxicate.
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Five hours later IGirl knew she was very drunk. They were the dolls of the fashion press, Maurizio’s exact words. They were world news in the space of an evening. Mark had stopped reading the reviews about an hour ago. He continued to bring her drinks.
She lay in the oversized spa bath in his suite. Wet Japanese silk clining to her body. Shoulders loosened by the stroke of Belle’s fingers. Belle had disappeared back into the room with Mark. IGirl wondered if they were f*#%ing. She doubted it was the first time.
Should she be here? IGirl was far from a prude. If she had ever been prey to Christian guilt it wasn’t the thing that nagged her now. It was her relationship with Rowan.
Falling in love with him had altered her perspective. Made her life liquid joy. It had given her happiness and clarity she could not have imagined.
Even with things as they were…. their relationship in tatters…. that clarity haunted her. IGirl knew it wasn’t the person that you betrayed it was the purity of love itself. And that love was always with you, even if the person was a thousand miles away.
Bacchian indulgence could pretend Dionysian ecstasy but there was only one true nectar. IGirl and Rowan had sipped it. They’d understood intrinsically that it was a prize to nurture and hold and then he’d lost his grip. Everything had changed with the blood…..There was a fine line between celebrating a gift and betraying it.
To hell with it, IGirl thought. It was gone. What drove her now was not so much a desire for orgasm but a lust for blood. She stood up and looked for a towel. Her head spinning from the wine.
As if on cue her phone buzzed. It was on the basin beside her. She reached over and registered Rowan’s name on the screen. Impeccable timing.
‘Hellllooo,’ IGirl didn’t care that she sounded wasted. She hadn’t expected to hear from him on this trip.
‘What the f*#% are you doing with Belinda?’
‘What’re you…. tlking bout?’
‘Belinda, in the photos. Your f*#%ing star model. What is this? Have you been f*#%ing with me all along? Did you ever f*#%ing care about me?’
IGirl was trying to register what he was saying.
‘What? No.. I mean….’
Click. Mark had taken the phone and was stepping her out of the tub, dripping wet into the bedroom. Belle was naked. There was a growing drop of blood just below her collar bone and everything Rowan had said was starting to make sense. Bitch.
Belle let out a scream as IGirl lunged at the bed and bit into her open thigh.
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