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"I can taste her on you. Would it kill you to bathe after fucking your flame of the week? Who is it this time, the new model in your PV?" Her voice is muffled between his legs but the venom in her tone, clear.

He doesn't deny it. He doesn't have to. She's done her research and he knows the new model won't last long in the modeling industry. Yukari will make sure of it.

She pushes him away when she's done and goes to wash her hands but he wraps his hands around her, disrobes her and drags her to the tub. They sit in silence for a minute, her back resting against his chest, her hair falling over his shoulder, entwining with his hair in a way they don't anymore. His hand is mapping her body, his touch familiar but not entirely welcome.

"Are you done with this chick or will she be around for some more time?" she asks him, unable to help the tiny quiver of hurt that cracks her voice. They both ignore it.

"You know she has nothing on you. You know that."

"Maybe... we should break up."

He doesn't say anything immediately but his hand stops at her waist and tightens. Then, he nuzzles her neck and in a deceptively dulcet voice whispers.

"Only I will ever love you."

(xii) 144

Their fights get worse, ending with her slapping him and him retorting with a comment just as harsh as her slaps. They make up about as fast as they fight, but the fact remains, the cracks in their relationship are showing. She realizes just how possessive he is when she brings up breaking up the first time. She has been hit before by her mother but without hitting her, he makes her feel scared in a way her mother never did.

She hates that what makes her scared is the fact that he is calm. Light touches all over her body, meant to be comforting but in that instant makes her feel sick. Still, she stays. He would change, in her heart she knows, if it is her, she can make him change. It did not have to end like it did with George.

(xi) 89

He is possessive too, she realizes, when he spends every night telling how she's his. A repulsive part of her craves this time, craves his claim. On her. She quickly realizes that the sentiment is not reciprocated. In no way does he feel that he belongs to her. Which is a mistake. A big, big mistake.

So the next time he comes home smelling like sex and female, she checks his phone. A phone call and a lap dance later, that tramp new model disappears from the industry.

(x) 55

Maybe she has always been a possessive person, maybe the way things ended with George made her one. Either way, she doesn't like the singer, Reira and her relationship with Takumi and her brain feels the need to repeat this sentiment every week, then every day, then every hour 'til it drives her mad.

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It's the perfect pairing, the rockstar and the model. Their respective PR heads are ecstatic to find out they are dating. It gives their careers a great boost and they love each other.

(viii) 21

"Pancetta pasta for two?" Their server asks.

"Sure… oh wait. 'I can't eat bacon! I'm a model'," he mimics.

"Pancetta isn't bacon." But she laughs anyway.

(vii) 13

He's funny, he's cute, hot, and she's attracted to him.

(vi) 8

"What do you say to dinner after this?"

(v) 5

"Pleased to meet you."

"Likewise."

(iv) 3

"I'm Takumi."

(iii) 2

"Actually, Yukari."

(ii) 1

"Caroline."

(i) 1

"Hello…?"

A/N: For Lamia.

Using Bellicose Blue (Belle)'s beautiful Fibonnaci pattern. Check hers for the Hunger Games fandom, it's amazing!