~Deny Me~ (Private RP with b.lueeyes)

[PURE-MADNESS]

Plot:

 

 

(UC)'s is a popular model. One day, his manager have to take a pregnancy leave, and leaves a new temporary manager (MC) in charge of him. The new boy is very efficient, the only problem is that he is homophobic! (UC) refuses to hide his homosexuality, and make constant advances on the new manager, who constantly refuses him just as fast. One day, after a party, (UC) finds a very drunk and very sexy manager sleeping on his bed, and although he knows he shouldn't, his body says otherwise. What's in store for these two lovers?!

 

Characters:

 

 

 

Name: Alfonse

 

Age: 23

 

Personality: Alfonse is a workaholic. He hates lazy people, and is always busy doing something. He always gives 150% on everything he does, and is extremely energetic. He is usually kind and friendly, but when it comes to homosexuals, he can be extremely rude. He avoids touching any "male", and find even brotherly hugs disgusting. He is very closed up, and is hard to tell what he is thinking. He is also very straight forward and is not afraid to speak his mind.

 

Info: Alfonse homophobic personality comes from the fact that his father cheated on his mother with his uncle (mother's brother). His mother then committed suicide because of it and he was the one to find her dead. Since he was a child, the experience was very traumatic.

 

Extra: He can't handle alcohol, he likes sweets, and he have a fat beautiful cat.

 

 

 

 

It was very early in the morning when his cellphone rang. The noisy sound filled the walls of the room and annoyed the owner of the apartment. The blonde laid on his bed in an awkward position; half his body on the floor, and his legs barely keeping him from falling. The white bed sheets were messily surrounding his slim body, and his head was dangerously close to the side of the night table. He kept on sleeping, ignoring the persistent ringtone that kept on playing, but whoever the caller was, the person refused to hang up. The blonde reached for his cellphone, his eyes still closed. He touched around the surface of the night table till his fingers finally came in contact with the cool metal cover of his phone.

 

"Hnn...better be important..." He mumbled to himself displeased by the unwelcome interruption. He brought the object to his ear, pressed the answer button and replied sleepily. "Who is it?" His voice was more like a groan of irritation.

 

"Sweetheart! is Aunt! I got good news for you!" A very cheerful and feminine voice replied from the other side of the line. The blonde had to separate himself from the phone because his sensitive ears couldn't take the loud unexpected sound of the female's voice. He blinked a few times, completely awaked now.

 

"What good news?" He asked in curiosity.

 

"Well, you told me you didn't have a job, right?" She asked but did not waited for an answer, and continued. "I have to take maternity leave from my job, and my model will be without a manager. So I thought of giving that job to you. It'll be temporary, but is a good pay and it will help you-" She couldn't finished what she was saying, when the loud blonde suddenly shouted.

 

"I'll do it!"

 

His aunt smiled softly at the enthusiastic youngster and proceeded to give him all the information he needed. "Remember, today at 2 PM, at the studio. He is a very nice boy, I am sure you'll love him!"

 

The blonde nodded and then his smile disappeared as his aunt words sunk in. "A boy? I'll be working with a...male model...?" He asked softly afraid of the answer.

 

"Of course, you'll be working with the popular-" He couldn't hear the rest for his phone had slipped off his hand and was now laying on the floor, the screen slightly cracked by the impact of the fall.

 

"A guy...I'll be.." The blonde sighed and picked up the phone once again. "I'll be there aunt, thanks for everything," he said softly and hung up. A sigh left his perfectly shaped lips and he couldn't hide his slight disappointment. He had been hoping to work with a beautiful looking female, but now his first job was with a dubious male! "Doesn't matter. I'll do this right. I cannot fail, even if the model is a disgusting male. I'll work this out." He mumbled to himself, and smiled, once again enthusiastic for the challenge.

 

He made his way to the kitchen and prepared breakfast. He would have to leave for the studio in about two hours. Enough time to get ready, and take out the trash. A white ball with ears approached him, she began to purr and rub against him, till the blonde finally gave her food. He scratched the back of her ears gently and smiled at her. "My career starts today Charlotte," he said to the cat and smiled wider.

[b.lueeyes]

 

 

Name: Roman Raez

 

Age: 21

 

Personality: Roman has been described as a true, cocky ladies-man, despite his preferences. He is mischievous and loves to have fun, and is definitely a hassle to deal with; however, he also has very high expectations of everyone around him. He is very hard to please, and keeps high personal standards for...everything. Roman can be both fun-loving and intense, depending on whether he wants to mess with you or not. Yet, he loves a challenge in anything, and is always looking for fun in his busy schedule. He generally hides his need for attention and affection behind that cocky facade, rarely showing it to anyone. Also, when he wants something...he gets it.

 

Info: Roman has been a model since he was scouted at the age of seventeen, where previously he was a budding high school student, entering university with honours in philosophy and history. Yet, he took the opportunity to become a model, and since has not looked back. Roman is an open homosexual, and is heavily proud of this fact; it is something that he flaunts. Considering his preferences, it is a wonder he is on good terms with his parents, who otherwise are very well off.

 

Extra: Adores his previous manager, and was actually close to her, when usually he distances himself with true emotion from people. He owns a German Shepard called Hunter, who is getting rather old, and is very picky about his tea, as well as food.

 

 

The music was loud; the beat practically shaking the room as he kept his eyes fixed on the monitor in front of him, reading his novel like he did every morning, his feat pounding away on the treadmill below him. Dark hair plastered to the back of his neck as sweat poured off his chest. Every morning, the same routine; get up, work out, read two chapters, then breakfast and get on with the day. At least, that was when he was home which was rarely enough as it was. He tapped the touch screen, another page appearing as he took a deep breath, holding his shoulders back.

 

Today was going to be a long day. Roman was absolutely furious; taking out his frustration and anger on the exercise machine. For once, he was at home for a photo shoot today, but that didn't matter. No matter how good being in his own high rise apartment in the middle of the city, able to relax and be himself, today was never going to be a good day.

 

His manager was leaving him.

 

Well, not leaving him; the dark haired model rolled his eyes, shutting off the monitor as he threw himself to the sides of the treadmill, his pale hands coming up to cover his eyes. Of course not leaving him. Just...temporarily. Roman had grown close to the woman over the past four years, since soon after he had started she had been there for him. It had taken...quite some time for him to open up but after an incident with a group of six women, an Aston Martin and a bottle of whiskey Roman hadn't had much of a choice. So, when he had heard she was leaving...he had not been happy to say the least. His tantrum had been legendary...and yes, childish. That had been two weeks ago, and he was still not over the fact that she was leaving him.

 

He sighed, and clicked the remote, before tearing himself from the treadmill and towards the kitchen, where the teapot was bubbling away, ready to go. A sharp bark echoed through the room and he didn't even need to look down at the dog rubbing against his knee, instead just turning his hand down for the elderly Shepard to nuzzle. "Yeah, boy; I know. She ain't here any more. I'll feed you today, Hunt. She's got...a kid and stuff to take care of." Roman knew that the next few months would be long and hard...without her, who knew what would go down?

 

Hunter barked twice, his ears falling back as he trotted over to his large bed, the very slightest of limps in his stride. Roman watched, moving to make his morning Earl Gray. He wished he could take him out for exercise, he really could, but his baby was too old to get out for the kind of exercise he was used to doing previously. He couldn't jump or run or sprint any more, since he had fallen down the stairs and broken his collarbone. But...that didn't matter. He loved him anyway. He quickly fetched his food, after pouring his tea and taking in the familiar scent, moving towards the large, hulking German Shepard.

 

He put down the bowl, scratching the scruff behind his greying ears. "Here boy...you're still here, right? I got you, I guess; even if the new chick turns out shit, I've still got you to take care'a me."

[PURE-MADNESS]

Alfonse had just come back from throwing out the trash. He was already dressed up casually yet quiet elegantly. He had a black simple jacket on, a white v-shirt under, and black skinny jeans with matching dress shoes. He tied up his blonde hair into a loose pony-tail, and had a silver beautiful watch adorning his thin wrist. He glanced at the clock for the time, it was 1:30 PM already and he had to be at the studio at 2:00 PM. He had already eaten lunch, left some food for her white little ball, and had everything ready for the meeting. His aunt had sent him the schedule for his new model and other information he was going to need. He had skimmed through the schedule but didn't had time to check the rest.

 

'She told me she was working with a very well-known model...he was called..' Alfonse glanced at one of the papers and spotted the name of said man clearly typed on the top line. 'Roman Raez...' He read and kept staring at the name for a while longer trying to figure out where have he heard the name before. 'Right, that new commercial about sports drinks...'He put the paper inside a yellow envelope and grabbed his keys from the brown coffee table. He headed to his car and drove away.

 

Alfonse was slightly nervous about his first job as a manager. Although his aunt had reassured him that his skills as a manager were really good, he didn't had any experience as of yet. He was also nervous about working with another male and spending so much time with him. He had attended an all boy high school before, forced by his parents, and he had found it to be quiet uncomfortable. He had made friends, but not many, and despite his good looks and excellent talking skills, he had always been labeled as aloof by the other males. In contrast, he found it quiet easily to get along with woman and could be consider even a pillow talker by the opposite gender. As all these thoughts went through his mind, he reached the studio. He glanced at the big glass entrance doors and exited the vehicle.

 

Inside the building was a complete different world with all kind of fashion big stars walking through the halls calmly. Alfonse tried hard not to stare too much at them, but he could feel his eyes heading the opposite direction now and then. He glanced at a small piece of white paper in which he had written down where he was to go. The model was suppose to be waiting in room 315. He tried to find the staircase to head upstairs, or the elevator, but wherever he headed, there was always a wall blocking his way. He sighed and spotted a busy woman talking in the phone. He hesitated, and after a few minutes approached her.

 

"Excuse me" He said in his most charming tone, successfully catching the business woman's attention.

 

"Yes?" The brunette asked, her deep chocolate eyes staring back at him in a questioning manner.

 

"Would you mind directing me to the elevator?" The blonde asked once more. She eyed him for a while and gave him the needed directions. Alfonse smiled and turned to leave.

 

"He was kind of cute," he heard the lady say as he walked away.

 

Finally, he stepped out of the elevator, now marking 3rd floor. He noticed the floor was almost empty, and the only busy doors were closed. He headed to the room number he had been given and knocked a few times. He waited patiently for someone to open while unconsciously biting his bottom lip.

[b.lueeyes]

After his tea, Roman made sure Hunter had fresh water, put another blanket down on his bed on the balcony, and moved for the rest of his morning routine. A shower that was by no means quick; he took pride in his appearance and he by no means was a quick dresser. He pushed his hair back, dressing in a pair of dark skinny jeans that showed off just how long his legs were, a grey and black Calvin Klein slim-fit shirts, rolled up to the elbows. One of his three pairs of Timberland Falls, a black pair that were probably one of the comfiest pairs he owned. His Rolex always sat on his wrist.

 

He grabbed his sunglasses, phone and wallet, shoving it into the back of his pants on the way out. Just as he got to his front door, pulling his Armani blazer over his shoulders, he remembered just what this appointment was for. He jogged back into his room and searched his dresser practically full of different colognes and fragrances, before he finally found the one he was after. He gave a few sprays, before finally leaving, the arranged driver pulling around the usual car for him.

 

It took ten minutes to get to the studio, usually. However, there had been a breakdown on one of the main roads resulting in the need for a detour that took an extra fifteen minutes. Roman was practically seeting by the time they got there, snarking sarcastically to the driver. "Really? You couldn't have known that there was a breakdown; ain't that your job, to know what's going on and get me places on time? Seriously Danny? I've got a fucking meeting-"

 

"We're here!" Danny cried almost triumphantly, opening his own door and flying around to open Roman's as usual, but the model was already halfway out the car, fixing his sunglasses.

 

"Stay on standby, Dan; and watch the traffic, for gods sake." He strutted into the building, greeted by the security guards on the way to the elevators, people moving out of the way for the familiar, well known model. He waited in the elevator, tapping his heel and crossing his arms, all-too unhappy with the slowness of it. He exited the elevator at a brisk pace, pulling his phone out of his pocket and sliding his sunglasses into the v of his shirt, folded. "Dammit, late-" by two minutes. Roman looked down the corridor and saw a man standing in front of his usual meeting room, and raised an eyebrow, one hand shoving his phone back into his pocket as he strode towards him.

 

His eyes roved up and down his form as he drew nearer, and the model gave the slightest of smirks, humming. "You the Calvin Klein exec?" He asked halfway down, pulling his shoulders back.

[PURE-MADNESS]

Alfonse had been standing there for about 10 minutes, just staring at the wooden door. He was known for his great patience, but just then he thought it would be a good idea to buy some more. When he was finally ready to knock down the damn door, he heard the elevator opening. Someone walked out of the metal box, and his steps were getting louder as he came closer and closer. The man was a tall raven, with a beautiful face and a slim body. He had slight muscles that could be seen through the fashionable clothes he was wearing, but nothing too exaggerated. Therefore, with that face and that body, the blonde concluded said stranger was a celebrity of some sort. Either way, he was glad the empty floor now had one person that could help him solve his problem.

 

Alfonse was quickly brought out of his thoughts, when he realized that the taller man was standing right in front of him. He eyed him for a minute, and his heart skipped a bit. 'What was that?' He thought and pushed the thought away. That perfect mouth then moved to say something. At first, the blonde couldn't quiet make out the words, but then the name of the company hit him, and he was quickly brought back to reality. 'Did he said Calvin Klein? That's the company we are having the photo shoot for!' His eyes widen in realization and then settled back on the stranger face in curiosity. His eyes narrowed and then he openly checked out the other male while trying to remember where had he seen that face before. 'Where...where? AHH! How didn't I realized it sooner?! This guy!' His face showed an expression of surprise and realization, and he cleared his throat noticing just how stupid he probably looked at that very moment.

 

"I am not the exec for Calvin Klein" He replied looking straight into the model's eyes. "Nice to meet you Mr. Roman, I am your new temporary manager. My name is Alfonse. I look forward to working with you," he extended a hand to the other man, his eyes full of determination. This unexpected turn of events was facilitating things for them, and he had high expectation after seeing the male, for one reason or another, Alfonse was quiet eager to start.

[b.lueeyes]

The model raised a single eyebrow at the man, slight surprise drifting across his face, but it was carefully schooled. He turned his head to the side, his eyes roving up and down the man's body, twice for good measure. He looked up at his face then, and turned his head the other way. Roman had been expecting a female, for a start. So that crossed that off the list. But then, he had not been expecting someone so good looking. His previous manager had known to at least make sure that the good looking men were kept within arms length when they weren't clients or someone close...they ended up burned if they didn't.

 

Roman took a step forward and almost seemed to glide around him, placing a hand on his hip as he practically seemed to examine him, turning full circle like a shark around him before returning to the front. The man was fairly tall, but not as tall as he. Roman did seem to tower over most people, being 6"2' did that. Yet, he had a subtle kind of pride, that could be seen clearly. He held his shoulders back, he was groomed, yet there was a slight scruffiness from his hair, long and a little tousled...yes, he could work with this easily.

 

He shrugged, his lips quirking up, and reached out to take his hand, firm and strong, but not too much. "Well then, it's very nice to meet you. I'm sure we'll work well together." He achknowledged, before he pulled back his hand and nodded to him. "I'm surprised," he winked, reaching out to take hold of the door handle, curling his long fingers over the edge. "I was expecting a woman." He would test this man; see how he went with Calvin Klein, and after that...he's say yay or nay. "Shall we?"

[PURE-MADNESS]

Alfonse felt uncomfortable beyond words at the way the other man looked at him. He watched with suspicion the man walked around him, inspecting him top to bottom like a piece of tasty meat. The blonde had to swallow his pride for the time being, and stop himself from barking like a short temper dog to the model. He closed his eyes for a moment and cleared his throat, then he watched the rude man finally stop in front of him. For a moment there was silence, but then, the raven man broke the ice between them. Alfonse listened to what he had to say and followed him inside the room. He stopped right before going in and looked at the model over his shoulder.

 

"Although I am not a woman, I'll make you work just as hard as one would," Alfonse replied with a sly smile of his own, but his eyes held no amusement in them. "It'll be my pleasure to work with you," he added and walked passed the other male calmly.

 

There were another three people in the room. Alfonse concluded they were probably the representative of Calvin Klain. The minimal smile from before was now gone, and he was in work mode. He approached the rectangular table were the rest of the gentlemen were and gave a semi-bow, his semi-long ponytail falling to one side of his neck.

 

"I apologize for the long wait gentlemen, we shall commence." He said and raised his head to make eye contact with them. He extended his hand to each of them in a form of greeting, and then glanced at his model once more. "This is supermodel Roman Raez and I am his manager Alfonse. We are grateful you could make it here today." He added in a casual business tone, hiding his nervousness behind a perfectly calm facade. He took a seat and waited for Roman to do so as well, before starting their conversation once more.

 

"According to the copy of the contract I read, you are offering the sum of 3 million for 2 commercials. The filming will last for about 2 weeks, and all expenses would be paid by your company, am I correct?" He asked and the men nodded. He opened the file in his hands and glanced at it for a moment in deep thought. "The new winter collection, you want him to be at the premiere of it..." Alfonse placed the folder down with a serious look in his face. "That date is impossible for us to attend. We have another contract that would be taking place by then." The blond said leaving the men a bit displeased.

 

"How much money would it take for the contract to be canceled?" One of the other executives said surprising Alfonse. The blonde took a deep breath and smiled.

 

"5 million more" He said bluntly and the executive grew pale.

 

"That's a bit-" The manager interrupted him before he could continue. "We will be losing about that much plus the reputation of my model." Alfonse insisted and kept his smile on. "I guess we....agree." The man said giving in. "

 

"Wonderful. Then lets proceed with the details of the commercials..." The meeting lasted for about two hours, and at the end of it, Alfonse had managed to win over another million, making a total of 10 million dollars for two very simple commercials, plus promotions and new gain good reputation. "It has been a pleasure working with you gentlemen," Alfonse said as he stood up and shook their hands.

 

"Mr. Alfonse, you are quiet the bright man. Never before have we paid such a high price for a model. You got us" One of the executives complimented and they all laughed softly.

 

"Business is business. We'll meet each other once again the day of the premiere." Alfonse said and walked them to the door, his eyes setting on Roman now and then as if looking for approval. He had hoped that with this he had shown the young model that he was capable enough to help him with his job. He bowed politely and watched them leave.

[b.lueeyes]

Upon walking in, Roman had greeted the men with a cool smile, with a slightly warm touch, and a strong eye. He held his back straight, keeping his posture up, knowing that one day, perhaps he would switch out his ambassador-ship to them, should they need one in the future. However, the supermodel was well equipped and happy in his current ambassador-ship, and as such he did not think that if they asked him, he would do so within the next year.

 

He sat down gracefully, crossing one leg over the other at the ankle, and listened intently to what Alfonse was saying. The negotiations, while long, were fruitful and...amazing, quite honestly. The man was a little manipulative, pushing and prodding the reps like he had done this a thousand times before, while keeping a polite, almost humble attitude. Roman crossed his arms, observing the man as the numbers went up and up, occasionally answering what little questions the men had about specifics to the commercials. Which were all modelling, nothing to do with money or statistics. That wasn't what he dealt with.

 

This man was good.

 

Roman gave the very slightest smile, pulling out his phone as when the men closed the door. He sat back down in the chair he had vacated, typing quickly on his android. "Hmm," he hummed, not glancing up at the man. The model was grateful, very much so, to this man for getting that much money. It was impressive, and drawing, but he would not give him the satisfaction. Roman was a hard man to please, and while he had pleased him...Roman wanted to play. So, he would play. "Good enough, for now, I suppose." He replied, spinning his phone between two fingers before shoving it back into the pocket of his jeans. "Yet, you'll need to back off a bit, when we get to our next appointment."

 

Standing, Roman reached out to the man. "You'll need a copy of my current organiser, my previous assistant had it hooked up to my phone, so anything she put into her calander, was put into mine. Useful. Lemme hook it up. I'm quite busy." Their next appointment was one of his most important, even if it was just a lunch. Burburry. Lunch with the executive of the company, as Burburry's male ambassador he did have to keep up appearances.