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Nov 16 • 47 tweets • 27 min read

Need You Now - P4
(Model x Owner AU)

Beauty was a complex concept to comprehend, to brand. They say it depends on the eye of the beholder, the subject, and the reaction.

Mile could never find himself terribly impressed by anyone.

The models, they all blended the same, glided around like swans, or wannabes geese, chins jutted out.

Painted pouty lips, bright eyes, knock off of one another.

The runway was the chop of the ax. Mile always situated himself up front to get a close angle, analyze, determine if they deserved to keep their contract or not. They worked hard yet failed.

He ran a business not a charity, unafraid to be cold and almost cruel when he rejected them. It was why he ran the trial runs; it was to weed out the inconsistent garbage that would not sell.

The ones who made it to his agency got top brand names, publishing events that catapulted them into the world of fashion; locals scrambled to be in his. Claw eyes, pull hair, the nine yards. He had seen how ugly competition makes them.

Not Apo. A golden trinket that chimed his own tune. A siren song. A willful creature.

One who wasn't impressed by Mile either. Didn’t want him so easily if that brief conversation was anything to go by.

The vague response to having a ‘partner’ unconsciously dwelled in the back of his mind. Well, honestly, it was at the forefront. He shouldn’t care.

“𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒.”

“𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜.”

There was that echo of their conversation again, not for the first time, a frown plastered to his lips as he rubbed at his temples.

Apo owed him nothing. Mile had felt this cloud of possession envelope him, made his hands flex in a terrible way, not sure how to get his bearings. He had to shake off the allure.

It was the fact that confidence exuded out of Apo’s very existence.

The solid impression that Apo didn’t need to be coddled, carried, soothed. He showed up, presented, knew he had offers available at his discretion.

To have Apo work for him, be with him, it was up to Mile.

“When you see one, you see them all,” muttered under low tones to himself, Mile kept his legs crossed, hands folded in his lap as he waited to be presented with the contenders.

What he had failed to tell Apo, or rather purposefully, was that he had two others in the wings, known models that worked his agency, to wear the same outfit in order to be tested.

It was a harder exam, an excuse to weed out Apo. Despite the rumors and Mile’s personal involvement in his recruitment efforts, Apo was a stranger. A shadow. An unknown factor that could undo a lot of his work.

Afraid of how magnetic Apo’s personality was, how scorched his fingertips felt after touching the very representation of sun, fire, and heat. Eyes that he longed to drizzle their attention over himself. Mile was admittedly nervous.

For his libido, his brain, his livelihood.

No one had ever drawn a bolded, printed line in the sand, and he wanted to step over it immediately. Why waste time?

The timed dim of the lights signaled the start, barely acknowledged the designer assistant on his right and the sponsor on the right.

A casual glance to his left, his frown deepened into a scowl by the way the man practically licked his chops. Mile recalled the gleeful response at telling the sponsor he managed to get Apo.

The CEO insisted on coming to view the trial run, a delicacy for the eyes, and he could only hang up.

The first man, tall, athletic, strolled into the room with a slow pace. They had to do three turns, three different poses, then replace with the next.

Mile, as always, unimpressed, crossed arms now with a tilted head. They completed their set then came out the next.

The same three motions. Mile almost fell asleep, bored, impassive

Eyes momentarily closed, mentally processed his check list he needed to review at home, not wanting to spend a late night at the office.

“Oo there’s my delicious toffee!”

Mile snapped open his eyes, hand curled to deck the guy then stopped. The air in the room sucked dry and hot at the same time. The lights danced against the shapely form of Apo Nattawin.

Mile was glad he was seated. Otherwise, he would've melted to the floor.

To say Apo was pissed was the understatement of the century, he was livid. That prick with the sex appeal of an incubus that drew him in like a demon, had set up this crap.

A trial run was one thing, to be pitted against two others, it was downright insulting. He had half a mind to leave Mile in the lurch, send him a ‘fuck you’ and find a new agency.

Instead, Apo opted to prove him right. Right to be afraid. Right to be wary of his skill.

One by one, Apo watched the two who had sneered at him, lighter, softer looking models with big eyes and he snorted, were they Mile’s type or something? They looked like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum – ugly twins. No competition.

His turn.

The step into the light was like stepping on the beach. It was home. Back straight, core pulled in, shoulders back and relaxed. He moved. Expertly, he practically danced on the runway.

One, two, by the third turn. He paused, arms crossed and gave Mile, specifically, a dark jaded expression that portrayed his displeasure at the early treatment then turned to finish the strut backstage.

Not bothering to stop.

Apo already determined to gather his clothes, his items, and head home.

Stalked past the two idiots, glared at them to part the sea for him, which they did, “You do have brain cells.”

“What?!” “Huh?!"

The walk to the changing room not far off, was detoured immediately by a pair of hands that caught him about the waist. Maneuvered roughly, pinned face first to the wall, hard chest to his back, crotch at his ass, heavy breathing in his ear.

Apo froze. Heart in his throat. Was this Mile?

“Mile?”

“No baby, but I’ll make you forget him now that I’m here my tasty snack~”

Not that he didn’t mind being manhandled, it was a secret thrill, depending on the person. This was not one of those people.

“Get off—”

A growl escaped his lips, forehead to the cool surface, fully intent to headbutt his way to freedom, elbows also bent and ready. Then nothing. It was gone. The body, the air that stunk of cheap beer, and a voice that roared behind him.

“The fuck are you doing?!”

“Mile listen—”

Apo turned around to see the scene, back now leaning, his chest panted to catch himself and his eyes unconsciously darkened. Mile had dragged the man off of him, by the grip of his hair, a man Apo didn’t know, was on his knees.

Mile’s blouse folded at his elbows, eyes that looked ready to kill with how they had glared, teeth bared, it sent shivers down his spine. Who was this guy?

He nearly followed suit on his knees.

The model watched as Mile dipped closer, stated coldly, “Get out. Consider our contract severed, I’ll be collecting the penalties in the morning. And if you try to press charges for assault, I’ll share footage of you with Apo.”

He looked like a disheveled mess of ire, fury, and Apo couldn’t find himself looking away.

It seemed before he could process anything else, he was pinned again.

Two pale hands zoomed to plant themselves on either side of Apo’s head, keeping him there as Mile leaned into glare at his.

“What're you looking at?”

“I’m just checking for damage.”

Snorted, Apo rolled his eyes, posture relaxed than it had been, his own hands pressed forward to trace the full length of Mile’s belt. From buckle to the back, slid his hands into the backs of those pockets to squeeze, then to the front, arms crossed.

“What’re you doing?”

Apo’s lips smirked crookedly as he parroted, “I’m just checking for damage.”

Caramel eyes watched as the man swallowed hard, licked his own lips, “I’m not a damsel.”

“I know you can handle yourself.”

“How?”

“I’m an excellent judge of character. I can read people.”

“That so,” Apo’s hands found themselves at Mile’s sides, took the time to feel the fabric of the white blouse up close, massage as he murmured, “Can you read me right now?”

Mile’s head closer, Apo’s breath hitched, molten blacks stared into melted honey, “You want me as much as I want you. You wanted my attention, you’ve got it.”

Apo felt his body on fire. The two had trekked this the moment they opened their mouths at the event. Now he couldn't stop, at least till he got a taste.

“Your office – now,” Was all Apo could get out before his lips were caught in a punishing, heated kiss.

-TBC-