Fashion Kills

Fashion Kills 10

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ASHER'S POV

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“Diamonte...I'm drunk.”

“Actually Asher, this is your mother...”

“I can't wait to have my big, mixed dick stretch out that tight round ass of yours...”

“Asher, this is still your mother.”

I open my eyes. I've been fucked up all day. My mother is looking down on me. We're back at my mother's place. No security. No nothing. According to Diamonte, his fiance wouldn't try to kill me or my family anymore. I guess I should be happy right. No. Fuck that. Remus should have been in JAIL. Remus should be locked up but instead Diamonte was marrying him.

“Bro you got to get your shit together. You and Diamonte stopped talking a week and a half ago and you've been drinking since then,” Sebastian states.

“Sebastian?” I ask.

“Your mother called me. She told me to come over here. She was worried and for good damn reason. Look at you man...”

I look to the right of me. My dad is there. He is high on something. Drool is dripping down the side of his face as he sways back and forth. He's in his underwear and some ninja turtle socks. I have a matching pair of ninja turtle socks, some tighty whiteys and a wifebeater on. The room keeps spinning. We are both in our underwear.

“Turn the light off. Just let me sleep for a minute.”

“I can't turn the light off,” Sebastian explains to me, “Because that's not a light. That's called the sun. It's 2pm in the afternoon. We were invited to that Victorias launch party remember.”

“Fuck a launch party man.”

“The Ja'Kar Philips invited you personally. We have to go.”

“Man fuck a Ja'Kar Philips.”

I roll over putting the pillow on the couch over my head and wanting to pass out right next to my father and just be swallow by my own self pity. My mother is praying loudly for me but she's been doing that since the day before and the only thing I wanted to do was drink those spirits she kept praying to.

Sebastian shakes his head, “This isn't you. I refuse to let my best friend fall into some deep depression like this some fat chick reading Precious and relating to that shit. I straight up refuse. You're going to get dressed and you're going to come to this launch party with me.”

“I'm HEARTBROKEN,” I say at that moment as loud as I can.

My mother is praying louder. My dad is grunting next to me. I should have took a little bit more of whatever he was having because this conversation was having no effect on him whatsoever. Sebastian is annoying as hell. I figured my mother would call him to try to get me out of this funk I'm in.

“You're not heartbroken. You're horny. It's like the same thing,” Sebastian replies.

“I'm pretty sure it's not,” I tell him.

“Listen...Diamonte didn't love you. He probably didn't even like you like that. He is about his money. It's about time that we get out there and be about our money too. If we are going to have to make it we are going to have to put our feelings aside and be ambitious.”

“You just want me to go because you can't get in,” I respond.

“Maybe. But still. It's a good opportunity for BOTH of us to go to this. We can mingle with some big names. Plus the launch party is a pool party. You're going to miss out on some half naked male models who are just as drunk as you are. What you need is some real romance like that.”

“Fuck is so romantic about a pool party?” I ask.

“Uhh----you can probably get head at Ja'Kar's party...”

“I said romantic.”

“Head to slow music.”

I throw a pillow at Sebastian. My toss is way the fuck off and I end up knocking my mother over in the kitchen.

Sebastian looks at me, crosses his arms, goes to pick up my mother and parades her over to me as as though trying to prove a serious point, “You see. Look at what you do to your mother. Look at your mother's face. She needs you to be out in the world.”

My mother turns to me, “I did like Diamonte...”

“OH GOD! KILL ME NOW!” I find myself saying at the mere mention of Diamonte.

Sebastian shoos my mother away almost immediately realizing she won't be any help to prove his case. If anything my mother has just put me into a further depression just thinking about this. Now I am even more depressed than I was now.

“Fine. You want to sit here and feel sorry for yourself. Ok. I'll just go to this party. I'll just go get head from some model who has no gag reflex, with a six pack and a 90 IQ while you sit around feeling sorry for yourself.”

Sebastian is walking slow. Clearly he doesn't want to go to this party by himself. I'm pretty sure Ja'Kar didn't even invite him. Ja'Kar Philips tracked me down somehow to invite me and a guest. If I didn't go Sebastian's ass probably couldn't even get into the party.

“Have fun.”

Sebastian is at the door.

“Did I mention that I heard...through the grapevine...that Diamonte might be there.”

I jump up.

“I need a bathing suit.”

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The pool party is crowded with mostly gay guys and anorexic chicks. It's industry average at this point. The pool is an infinity pool that stretches out and looks like it just ends. We are right over a valley and we can see the California hills all around us. Ja'Kar Philips has a lot of big names at this place. I look around and I'm glad I got myself together.

Ja'Kar Philips approaches me as soon as I arrive and almost immediately Sebastian's ass disappears through the crowd leaving me alone with this older guy.

“There he is...” Ja'Kar states.

I look around. Yeah. He's talking to me.

I look good. I know that much. My abs are popping. My yellow speedo is barely there. I have my glasses on. You wouldn't think I'd been laying around in a drunken stupor for the past week and a half. If Diamonte was here I couldn't let him know that he got to me like this.

“Here I am,” I said a little surprised by that, “Nice party.”

Ja'Kar smiles, “The pieces are all wrong. All of them. No one cares about them!”

The older designer crosses his arms. He points to the models clothes are on display a little away from all the half naked men. The majority of people are too drunk to even go near them. I want to tell him it was probably a bad idea to have a launch party for his line at a pool party but I don't think he'd take my advice anyway. These fashion types were always looking for new and creative ways to show off their shit. I didn't get this part of the art.

“I'm sorry to hear that man.”

Ja'Kar looks over at me, “It's ok. Before you leave make sure you leave my assistant your address. I'm coming over after the party. I need to take some aggression out on your dick. Hope that's cool.”

“Um...excuse me?”

“Don't worry. I'll pay you whatever your usual rate is,” Ja'Kar states, “Remus told me that you weren't cheap. Don't worry. I'm prepared.”

Remus?

Fuck. This shit smelled like Remus was behind it.

“Yo...hold up bro...I'm not a fuckin escort.”

Ja'Kar raises his hand as though I'm about to hit him or something, “Oh. Excuse me. I just assumed that Diamonte hired you. No need to get all 'gangster boogey' on me sir. Thought it would be nice to steal his man candy.”

“Well I'm not a revenge plot against Diamonte. I wasn't his escort. He didn't hire me...well...not to have sex with him. Whatever was between me and Diamonte was...real.”

“Real?”

“Yeah. Real.”

Ja'Kar starts laughing at that moment. He starts laughing like I said the funniest thing in the world. He starts laughing so hard that he walks away at that moment. It is taking everything out of me not to walk over to this old DL faggot and punch him dead in his face.

Luckily Sebastian walks over to me as Ja'Kar walks away and he's distracting me as he doesn't walk over by himself.

“Look who I found?” Sebastian states.

He walks up to me with these two guys. One of them is a black guy tall and bald headed. He has a nice ass and some pecks with a flat stomach. He looks a little like Columbus Short. The guy next to him is Latino with a slim frame and a handsome face that looks like he might have gotten a little work done.

“Uh....” I start off, “Sorry I don't remember you guys. I'm a little hungover.”

“Who comes to a party hungover?” the black guy asks.

“Someone who isn't lucky enough to go still drunk.”

The black guy laughs as though I said the funniest thing in the world before smiling, “You have to remember me. Remember me. You passed out drunk on top of me. Fully erect. Still in me. Woke up like 10 minutes later and continued.”

How the fuck did people remember these drunk hookups? I look at Sebastian. He was like an elephant. He never forgot a face. It was just like him to remember the guy who did a walk of shame the next day through our kitchen and bring them up to me at some random party.

“Sorry man I can't remember.”

I turn away from the black guy that looks like Columbus Short. I could care less. He had a nice ass but his ass wasn't Diamonte's. He didn't have Diamonte's sexy sharp features or Diamonte's lips. He didn't have Diamonte's stare that made you feel like he was dissecting you. Everything else besides Diamonte was just wallpaper at this point.

The latino guy looks at me, looks down, licks his lips, “If I ever had you, I'd remember.”

“Hey...thought you were hanging out with me,” Sebastian tells the Latino guy.

“Well you didn't tell me your friend looks like he should be a condom model...” the latino guy says looking down at my dick print.

Condom model?

That was a new one.

He is flirting heavy but at that moment I turn to see Diamonte arriving. Diamonte isn't alone. He's never alone. He has his entourage with him. He demands attention everywhere he goes. His style is so mature and sophisticated. I never met someone that I was attracted to that showed so little skin. The guy was at a goddam pool party and he still managed to keep it classy as fuck. The crazy thing about it was that even with him keeping it classy he was still the sexiest man at this party. I mean as I just look at him all I could think about was swag. He has on some white short, a matching white button up and some white B&R frames. He has a white beach bag. He's walking into this place looking like some angel fresh out of heaven. All these other guys had to be naked, showing off their muscles and wearing next to nothing to be sexy. Diamonte wasn't like that. He was fully dressed and he seemed to still get attention as he walked through the room.

And that's when I see him...he's holding hands with Remus. Diamonte and I make eye contact from across the pool and I see Diamonte's ring on his finger.

Just at that moment I put my arm over the Latino boy whose standing there, “Hey...how about you come see my dick model this brand new condom line?”

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DIAMONTE'S POV

He's standing across the pool. Asher looks amazing. His body is the best one at the party and that's saying a lot. All of a sudden my heart stops. I'm holding Remus's hand but my palms are sweating. I'm nervous as hell. Remus and I came to an agreement. He was living up to his side of the bargain. Asher and his family were safe. Remus was finishing up the final touches on my fashion line for Fashion week. Remus had already started investing millions into B&R. I had everything that I wanted...or at least I thought I did.

Then I see Asher.

Asher looks over at me. He's with this other model guy. Together the two of them look like they are filming some muscle worship porn or something. The guy is looking up at Asher. The guy's face isn't handsome. He looks plastic like he had way too much construction done to it. I knew I had a more handsome face but my body wasn't built up like this guy. Maybe Asher found those kind of muscle definitions attractive. The guy also had a fucking thong on. Maybe Asher found that attractive.

“Diamonte, didn't you hear me?”

“What?” I say snapping out of it and realizing Remus is talking to me.

“Take a look at these clothes. Jakar's clothes are hideous. No wonder he had a viewing party. He probably didn't have a good enough line to present at fashion week.”

Remus hands me a shirt. I tuck it under my elbow and look over at where I see Asher. Asher and the Latino boy are going somewhere. Where the fuck are they going? My heart is racing at that moment. Where the fuck could Asher be walking off to with this fucking guy? It's making me sick to my stomach to even think about it.

“Diamonte? You've got to be joking me,” Remus states at that moment.

“What?”

“You can't seriously be worried about that guy.”

“What?” I say, “He's an old friend. Let's just go say hi.”

I don't wait for Remus to respond before I leave my assistants and walk over to where Asher is. I interrupt the two of them as they are heading to what looks like the guys car. I'm not surprised when Remus is right behind me not trusting me for a second to be alone with Asher.

“Asher!” I say, “It's a surprise to see you.”

“Oh...Diamonte, didn't expect you were going to be here,” he replies to me.

I raise an eyebrow, “Did Ja'Kar invite you?”

He nods, “Yeah. Cool guy.”

Remus looks over at him clearly not ready to take this sitting down like last time, “Interesting Asher. What could you possibly have given Ja'Kar that he invited you here?”

Asher shrugs, “He had this weird idea that I was an escort. I wonder why he assumed that.”

“I have no idea,” Remus states.

“Really? Why don't we ask him?” I interrupt at that moment, “Hey Ja'Kar. Ja'Kar come over here!”

I'm a little confused as Ja'Kar walks his feminine ass over to us. Whoever assumed that he was a straight man needed their ass beat. These females he married clearly just didn't give a damn. Ja'Kar walks over with a goddam man purse and arched eyebrows with makeup to try to plaster the fact that he is aging awfully.

“Best friend!” Ja'Kar says when he sees me.

“Best friend!” I say back, “I've missed you. I took a look at your line. You should have told me that you were having a little trouble finding quality fabric. You know I could have always supported you.”

Ja'Kar smiles back, “You know I was going to ask you but I found out you were spending so much money on escorts that you probably couldn't afford it.”

Usually I'd have a comeback that would crush Ja'Kar's soul but the fact that he is really insinuating that I hired Asher throws me for a whirlwind. It kind of hurts to be honest. Asher has his hand around his little model friend and he's looking at me. Our eyes connect.

“Who told you that?”

“I did,” Remus explained.

“WHAT!” I say looking at Remus, “I never bought Asher. Remus and you know that. Asher is not a fucking escort.”

Ja'Kar is confused as he looks at Asher, “You weren't joking?”

Asher stays quiet.

Remus seems confused and looks at Asher, “Wait so you mean to tell me all of those men and women you are around town with were just for fun?”

Asher is quiet for a minute.

He looks at me when he answers. It's slow. It's immediate and it's striking.

“Yeah. I never charged for sex...” Asher explained, “Except with one person.”

Asher looks dead at me as he says that. Our eyes connect. At that moment Ja'Kar is laughing like he just found out the funniest thing in thew orld.

“I'm sorry best friend,” Ja'Kar is telling me, “I just find it hilarious that's all. You're paying for goods that everyone else has been getting for free.”

“Asher...why the fuck would you say that?” I say.

“It's the truth. It's all about business right. Isn't that what you told me? I guess our business is done. So if you guys will all excuse me...first comes business and then comes pleasure.”

He is holding the guys hand at that moment. He's holding the guys hand as he turns at that moment and starts walking away. My heart is racing. I'm beyond upset. For the first time in my life I actually feel like I want to cry.

Ja'Kar is continuing to laugh at that moment. He's having a fucking ball with this.

I walk away from him at that moment.

I go towards the seats.

Remus is over me in a matter of seconds, “What are you so emotional about?”

“I didn't pay him for sex...” I respond, “It was...more than that.”

Remus shakes his head as he leans over to me, “It's all about business with you. You should have known that. Love and romance isn't real. Remember? Even if you didn't pay him directly you paid him indirectly. You gave him a job at a top fashion company. You gave him some exposure to people he normally wouldn't have exposure to. Look at where the guy is now. He's invited to a Victorias fashion line. You used him...got some good dick probably, right? And he used you. That's how things work. That's how our world works.”

Remus seems so sure of himself. He seems so fucking sure when he is sitting there looking up at me with this cocky glare as though he he's talking to a child who hasn't figured out anything about life.

“Get the fuck off of me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Get the fuck off of me,” I tell him, “Don't preach to me about shit.”

Remus shakes his head, “Yo---Diamonte watch your fucking mouth.”

“Or what?” I state pushing him off of me, “You'll try to kill me. Like you did your brother?”

I'm louder than I should be. Remus gets a little defensive about it looking around to make sure no one is listening.

“Diamonte.”

“Exactly. I am very familiar with closets. You should know that by now,” I tell him, “Meaning I know where all of your skeletons are. So back the fuck off of me and get out of my way.”

Remus backs off at that moment and gets quiet. He isn't going to make a scene here of all places with all these people around.

I use this opportunity to go after Asher.

I go after him as hard as I can.

As I walk around the party I go over to his friend Sebastian, “Where's Asher?”

“Why do you care?”

“Where the fuck is Asher...”

Sebastian looks down like he is hesitating to tell me exactly where Asher is but he still points out to the car, “He's out there. I gave him my car keys. I'm riding home with a friend. He's probably already gone by now....so don't waste your...hey...hey!”

I'm gone before Sebastian can finish his sentence.

I'm racing out the back yard and into the park lot area. I find an old beat up looking car parked not too far away and almost figure that it has to be Asher in there. All the other cars are nice. They are probably the only broke ones in this place. When I walk over to them I see Asher with the Latino guy over him.

Asher is about to pull down his speedo when I walk up to the car.

“YO! What the fuck?”

The guy is about to give Asher head and Asher sees me looking up at them. My heart is beating as I'm looking down on him. It's hard to see Asher like this about to be intimate with someone else but I don't know how else to describe this.

“Asher can I talk to you?”

“I'm a little busy,” Asher tells me at that moment.

“Please Asher...this is important,” I explain.

“You can say it to me right now if you want,” he explains, “In front of my friend. You're not special Diamonte. Not anymore...”

It breaks my heart when he says that.

“I deserve that,” I explain, “Listen. I know I probably have been closed off to you and I have a reason for all of it. Things have happened in my past.”

Asher squints.

“Things like what?”

I shake my head, “It doesn't matter.

Asher shakes his head, “Yes it does. Cause you don't want to let anyone in. All you care about is work. All you care about is getting things done. I'm not going to sit around and cry for you for the rest of my life. I'm not going to sit around and be depressed over someone who doesn't give a shit about me. I'm not important to you Diamonte. Admit it!”

“I never said that.”

“You never had to,” Asher explains shaking his head, “So if you don't mind. While you are so worried about your business I'll go back to being so worried about my pleasure.”

“So you not even going to let me talk?”

“Nope.”

“Asher please. I'm here begging to make things right with you.”

Asher looks over at me, “It's too late. So unless you want to watch me get the soul sucked out of my dick, Diamonte...I'd suggest that you leave.”

I stare at him. My heart is pounding.

“I'm not going no where... and you care about me. You won't do it.”

“Diamonte don't test me. You did this to us. I gave you my heart and you gave it to someone else. So now I don't have a heart left. I'm just like you. This is what you wanted. So go...go be with him.”

“I'm not going anywhere.”

“Diamonte...if you don't LEAVE!”

“NO ASHER!”

Asher does the unthinkable at that moment. He pulls down his speedo in the car. His big dick folds to the side of his thigh. He's not hard. It doesn't matter. I know what's going to happen. Even Asher with a soft dick is probably sexier than most guys with hard dicks.

The little faggot with the plastic face next to him doesn't hesitate to start sucking Asher's dick almost immediately. The entire time this guy is sucking Asher's dick he is just staring at me. He's looking at me DEAD in my fucking face.

I can't take it.

I turn.

I run and the fucked up thing about it all is that Asher doesn't come running after me.

I go in the house attached to the pool party. I'm hiding out. I can't let anyone find me. I can't let anyone see me crying over this fucking man. I can't believe he did that. I can't believe that Asher fucking let some guy just suck his dick right in front of me.

Then I think. Why am I blaming this all on Asher?

Wasn't he ready to take this dive with me and I was the one who felt like I had a better offer somewhere else. So why come I still felt so empty? Why the fuck did I rather sit in a lonely house and cry? I'd never cried in my life over a man. I'd never cried in my life at all.

I couldn't believe that me...THE Diamonte Rose...was becoming so soft.

“Did you get it done like I told you to?” I hear a voice say.

I get up realizing that people have probably come into the house to have a private conversation or something like that. I'm not sure why the voices sound familiar but I remain quiet. I don't want to spy or anything but the last thing I want is for people to see me crying. I had a reputation out here.

I try to sneak out of the house, crouching down and making my way down the hallway. That's when I see Ox Michaels.

Why the fuck is Ox Michaels here?

“Not yet. Almost,” the guy talking to Ox tells him.

“Almost isn't good enough. I paid you good money to get rid of him. This man FUCKED my wife. I'm not going to just let him get rid of Asher.”

Get rid of Asher! My heart drops. Remus wasn't the one who tried to kill Asher that day. It was fucking Ox! I can't believe it. It has to be over the fact that Allison and Asher had sex. I figured Ox suspected it but I didn't know that he would end up going as far as trying to kill Asher! I shake my head. I'm shocked by this. Asher must have REALLY put it down on Ox's wife for Ox to be acting like this!

“I tried to kill Asher in his sleep the one day but Diamonte spent the night. He ended up interrupting us.”

Wait...what? He's talking to some sort of assassin or something?

I try to sneak around the corner to see exactly who Ox is talking to. I'm slow at first.

“Well what about your new plan.”

I peak around the corner.

The person I see makes my mouth drop open.

Sebastian crosses his arms, “Don't worry. I put a pipe bomb in my car. Asher is with some trick right now getting some head. Any second now---BOOM!”

Oh. My. God.

“You're trying to KILL your BESTFRIEND!” I scream out.

Ox and Sebastian look over at me and see me spying on them. Their eyes get wide. I can't take this. How much could Ox possibly have paid Sebastian to make him sell out Asher like that.

Ox looks over at me, “Now...Diamonte. Don't do anything crazy...”

Crazy?

This fucking lunatic was telling me not to do anything crazy.

“AFTER HIM!”

I turn at that moment as the two men are chasing me. I'm running as fast as I can out of the house. They are after me attempting to grab at my back. I have to get to that car. I'm running as fast as I can.

Asher's life depended on this. Everything depended on me getting to that car and letting him know that Ox and Sebastian were attempting to kill him.

I'm running.

I'm running as fast as I can and clear the pool area causing a stir around the people behind me I see it. I see the bomb go off.

The blast causes everyone in the pool area to scream and panic.

And just like that I realize that the only man I ever felt anything ever for was gone forever...