Chapter 2:

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

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A/N Hey guys, I am SOsorry I took so long to update! School has been a little hectic but I will try my best to keep the updates coming. Thankyou so so much for reading and your fabtastic comments - they made me so happy! Plus, I get distracted so easily... Haha here's the second chapter and Carter is finally introduced! This chapter was a little rushed and long so I am really sorry about that. It also may be a little boring but I just want to get a little background info out first. 'Kay, I'll stop babbling now so I hope you enjoy it and please comment and tell me what you think! Love always, Holly xox

Chapter 2 – Carter

Izzy’s POV

You know that feeling you get when you’re on a rollercoaster, and the whole things is about descend into oblivion? You are so exhilarated, nerves all electrified, you forget completely to be scared?

That was how I was feeling right now, inside my own head, while my mother nagged and nagged at me. I was so absorbed in my own feelings that it took a while for me to realize she had finished her one-woman-nag-band.

“For Gods’ sake Isabelle, are you even listening to me? You can be such a disappointment. Why can’t you be more like Lillian? She works so hard day in day out; you could be a little more enthusiastic when we ask you to stand in for her. You get your check every month, so I have no idea why you are so selfish.” With that, she sighed like the weight of the world was on her shoulders, not merely my “selfish” self, and left my room.

I stared after her for a few seconds, allowing myself a moment of weakness as a solitary tear slid down my cheek. I angrily swiped it away. Nobody saw me cry. I prided myself in it and it was not going to change anytime soon. Letting out my own sigh, I made my way to my elaborate bathroom located towards the far end of my hotel suite.

After too many hours to count of driving, we finally made it to New York City. When the water spillage had been cleared up, everybody kept out of mums and Lillian’s way, including myself. So I spent the entire drive sleeping, drawing or chatting to the various workers who I am pleased to say, did not stick me with the two people who could not stand me. Our hotel was the best my mother could find via the internet on her iPhone and for once, I was glad it was luxurious and allowed me to have my own personal space. I liked talking to people but sometimes, being alone is what I prefer. There was nobody I had to keep up my façade for.

In my extravagant bathroom, I had a nice hot shower that loosened all of my tightly wound muscles. When washing my hair with my favorite Brilliant Brunette shampoo and conditioner by John Freda, I let my mother’s words from earlier replay through my mind. Not that I had heard them but she had said them so many times, they were carved into my memory.

“Now Isabelle, remember you are to let no-one know what you are doing. Act, speak, walk, hell, even think the way my Lil does or I swear to God, you will regret it. This career is everything to your sister and if you mess this up for her, I will disown you and make sure none of what you have earned the past few years even reaches your bankcard. Do I make myself clear? Lillian has tired herself out and needs you to do this for her. As her younger sister, I fully expect you to do your best in ensuring that her career is well and truly in tact when you leave the event. Now get ready and make sure you look as perfect as she would.”

It was always the same. No matter how many times I did it, she would find something to criticize me about; my hair is slightly wind swept, my dress is too fancy, my make-up doesn’t bring out what should be Lillian’s eyes. Whatever I did was never good enough for them both. Their favorite line to use included the fact that I was younger – even if it was by an insignificant nine minutes.

When I had finished sponging myself with strawberry shower jelly, I shut off the shower and climbed out. I decided to let my hair curl and wave naturally tonight so I roughly towel dried, rubbed in some serum and threw it into a messy bun while I got the rest of myself ready. Tonight was a social event and dinner to help raise money for a charity so I needed to dress to impress. I had chosen a navy blue dress with off-the-shoulder short sleeves. It had a scoop neckline so I showed a modest about of cleavage complete with a strapless bra. My boobs weren’t exactly small so wearing a strapless bra could be extremely uncomfortable. I hadn’t done it in a while but I figured I’d be okay for a few hours. The rest of the dress hugged my curvy body in all the right places and reached about two and a half inches above my knees. The dress was very simple but I didn’t want to overwhelm its subtle charm by chucking on the accessories, so I settled with a thin silver chain with a very small sparkly butterfly attached. My hair would mostly cover my ears so I put in some diamond studs just in case they were shown. Lastly, I put on my Links Sweetie charm bracelet. Lillian had one she wore all of the time too so I wouldn’t be exposing her.

With make-up, I decided I would go minimal but pretty. A small amount of foundation, eyeliner, mascara, a tint of blusher and a smear of pink lip gloss later I was done. Shaking my hair out of the messy bun, I let it fall in soft waves down to my lower back. Grabbing my black beaded clutch I had already packed earlier and slipping on my black Kurt Geiger four-inch sandals, I was ready to go.

* * * * *

Three hours later I was a little bored and more than a little uncomfortable. Curse strapless bras. I knew this would fucking happen.

Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and excused myself from my table and the guests seated around it. They were actually nice people. Huh. Who knew? At these kinds of events, most celebrities tend to take it as a chance to show-off how much money they could easily spend and to get all the gossip. You know, the usual who had gained weight, who was the next to go to rehab, who was dating who and all that jazz. Not to mention wearing their newest threads and posing for the insistent paparazzi.

I weaved my way through all the tables towards the nearest exit. I had to get this sodding bra off – underwire could be a bitch.

“Where are you headed to Miss Black?!” A perky voice reverberated through the loudspeakers causing me to pause and turn around. The tall redhead on the stage was smiling at me, or rather just showing her teeth (everyone with a brain here tonight knew that the hostess hated being up there – she was a lazy biatch who simply wanted to get paid for being the woman with the reddest hair in the world) at me as she waited for my response to her question. I tried to think what Lillian would say in this situation seeing as though reporters were standing by the galleries waiting to record what I was going to say.

“My bra is driving me crazy.” Woops.

The entire venue cracked up at my oh-so-charming reply. I was going to be in deep shit tomorrow when this got out. Why did I do this to myself? The “sweet, pure and innocent” Lillian would never announce to the world that she was itching to get her underwear off.

“Be sure to come back when it’s fixed Miss Black” Sophia chuckled through her microphone from her spot on stage. I gave a cheeky wave (why not go all the way at this point) and continued through the crowd who were still tittering at my unexpected confession.

Eventually I reached the safety of the halls. I scanned the marble hallways to check nobody was around and set to work removing my bra, trying to find the little girls room at the same time.

Suddenly I heard a whimper. I stopped, my black lacy bra hanging out of the side of my dress.

“Ahhh, Carter…”

Wait, was that moaning???

“You’re being too loud Morgan. Do I need to punish you even more?” I heard a voice drawl in a voice that sounded like it should be dripping in dark chocolate.

“Yes, yes, ahhhhhhh.”

I was still frozen. Somebody was blatantly having sex around there or at least being sexually pleased in some way. I was getting ready to swivel around and go back the way I came when I heard shuffling and the clack of heels as they reunited with the marble floor. Good Lord, what the hell was she doing off the floor?

“What can I say Carter? You really know how to make a girl happy.” A high-pitched breathy voice purred.

“Go back to your table now Morgan, people will wonder where you went.” I was surprised to hear that his voice had, although still sounding like liquid silk, turned ice cold and patronizing. Morgan… where had I heard that before? Oh yeah, she was twenty two year old model who debuted three years ago when she was scouted outside an Abercrombie. From what I’ve heard about her, she was a complete slut. She was always reported to have a different man being seen coming out of her apartment at least every two days. She was also supposed to be the equivalent of a female Satan.

“Don’t fucking talk to me that was little boy. Nobody, did you hear me, nobody speaks to me that way.” Well, she sure changed her tune.

Carter must have made a scary face because the next thing I know she lets out this wail poltergeists would be proud of and sprinted (or at least tried in her six inch heels) past me, not noticing me in her hissy fit and knocking me flying.

“Ouch.” I grunted as I landed on my ass.

What the fuck was her problem? She didn’t seem to mind being around this guy when she was moaning for America.

I staggered upright and felt a pair of eyes burning holes into the side of my head.

I turned around and nearly fell over again. In front of me was the most gorgeous species of man I have ever seen. And through my sister’s tour, I had seen a lot.

His dark hair flopped gently over one of his emerald eyes and my fingers started to hurt, restrained from reaching up and smoothing it out of the way. He was lightly tanned and even through his dress shirt I could see his muscles were well trained. He wasn’t bulky, but he wasn’t weedy either. His build was perfect. My hands were still trying to access his hair, which was slightly tousled. I frowned, thinking about what was most definitely going on not five minutes ago. At my frown, I saw one eyebrow slowly rise, drawing attention to his face again with its sculptured cheekbones. His eyes slowly traveled over my body and I felt my face flaming.

Wait. Flaming? I was blushing? What the hell? I’ve seen beautiful men before and I have never acted like this. Over the hammering in my chest, I heard his voice. He was speaking to me! Why am I so excited??? He looks barely older than myself!

“I said, why the fuck are you eavesdropping you stupid girl? And why are you in the middle of taking your bra off? I don’t really do threesomes if that’s what you’re thinking. Or did you want to sleep with me that badly? Hmm?” His eyes held a mixture of amusement and irritation. His heavenly lips moved and I could only stare at them, transfixed as I slowly allowed his words to sink –

“WHAT?!” I screeched.

His face turned smug as he put his hands in his pockets and leant against the wall casually.

“Your bra. It’s half off.”

I looked down and to my horror, realized he was right.

I wasn’t going down without a fight.

“I don’t know who you think you are, but what right do you have to speak to me that way? I’m sorry that your last victim was repulsed by you but that doesn’t mean you can act the way you want.”

“Repulsed?” His jewel – eyes narrowed. “You really don’t know who I am?” He then asked in slight puzzlement.

“Yes, repulsed and no, I really don’t know who you are. You obviously aren’t that important.”

“Keep this up and your career will be over within the hour.” His voice sent shivers through me and I am embarrassed to say they were pleasurable shivers. Just his voice did that to me.

“Threatening me now? Is that how you got the model? It obviously looks like you’re lacking-“ I looked down to his crotch ignoring the heat it sent through my abdomen, “elsewhere” I finished, flicking my eyes back to his face where I was please to see him look outraged.


“Mr Jackson, are you ready to leave? The limo is here.” We both spun around to face a man dressed in a crisp suit who looked around twenty-five.

“Yes, I’m coming.”

He took one last look at me and turned, beckoning the “announcer” to follow. Before moving around the corner however, Carter looked back at me.

“Maybe next time, sweetheart. A word of advice, the tramp look is a bit of a turn-off.” He sniggered before disappearing with his manservant (as I now thought of him).

Let’s just say; if looks could kill, he would have just died a very painful and sudden death. But life never works the way you want it to now, does it?

Submitted: June 24, 2010

© Copyright 2022 Angel of November. All rights reserved.


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Damn. That was really crazy. Great way to meet someone, eh? Update me!

Thu, June 24th, 2010 3:35pm


You're telling me! I have to say, i've never met somebody that way but it was the best for everyone to see what Carter can be like :D
Sure will! x

Fri, June 25th, 2010 6:34am


awsome job! update me?

Thu, June 24th, 2010 5:21pm


thankyou :D sure will

Fri, June 25th, 2010 6:33am


haha nice chapter please continue to update me

Thu, June 24th, 2010 6:32pm


thanks, sure will!

Fri, June 25th, 2010 6:32am


What an ass! Angel, you're going to have too work overtime to get me to like him because right now he's on my shit list lol.

I really liked the chapter despite Charter being an conceited jerk, please KMU


Thu, June 24th, 2010 8:05pm


HAHAHA you never fail to make me laugh with your comments! :D He's not thaaat bad... Ha! Whi am I kidding? Right now he's a jerk.
Thankyou and I sure will! xxx

Fri, June 25th, 2010 6:32am


lmaaaooo, they're definitely going to form an interesting relationship :) I don't like Isabelle's mom, no offense. She's so rude to her own daughter.. Great chapter though. Update soon :)

Thu, June 24th, 2010 8:58pm


yep, that's the point - she's a beast. Their history will come up in one of the future chapters.
Yes, they definitely will! thankyou and i'll try! :D

Fri, June 25th, 2010 6:30am


LOL love it KMU Isabelle is a legend.

Fri, June 25th, 2010 10:50am


Haha will do!

Fri, June 25th, 2010 6:28am


Hahahahaha. Love/hate relationship brewing I see? ; That's a bit rash of Izzys ma talking to her like that. This story is interesting. I love the concept, storyline...everything. Keep me upd8ed.


Fri, June 25th, 2010 9:28pm


Thankyou! Your comment means so much to me. Yep, definitely love/hate relationship! Her mum's really awful and the story about it will come up in the future.
I sure will! :)

Sat, June 26th, 2010 8:31am


update me THANKZ.

Sat, June 26th, 2010 7:40am


definitely :)

Sat, June 26th, 2010 8:29am

Silver Monarch

boring, my ass. that was fucking awesome. where's chapter 3?

Wed, June 30th, 2010 12:41pm


hahaha thankyou! I haven't actually written it yet :s But schools been really hectic at the moment. The good news is i break up next week so i'll be able to get a lot more regular postings.
Thanks again and i'll update you! xx

Wed, June 30th, 2010 6:23am


this is awesome i LOVE IT!!!!
God, I hate her mother!! What a cow, if it wasn't for izzy Lilly and her mother wouldn't have anything...and carter who the hell does he think he is the cocky shit!!!
love it :D

Thu, July 1st, 2010 4:22pm


PAHAHAHA Your comment is hilarious! Her mother and sister are both awful. Their story will come up later on. As for Carter, he's not thaaaaat bad.
Okay he is. Haha xxx

Thu, July 1st, 2010 5:54pm


Wow that was a hell of a chapter lol
I loved it!! Don't worry it wasn't one bit boring and this story is so great and so original!! :)
Isabelle is such a great character and I love how she treated Cartee :)
Yay now off to read the next chapter xxx

Thu, July 15th, 2010 2:04pm


Thankyou so much! Your comment means heaps to me and I'm glad you like the story. I love Isabelle too - she's all about girl power!

Thu, July 15th, 2010 7:45am

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