sorry for the long wait ya'll... i have no excuse other than i wanted to focus on other stories... and then i got writer's block, and then i relapsed into my sims addiction. on the day i post this, mom is at UVA for a check up and hopefully be put on the list to get a new kidney. she's doing great BTW.

i had a thought, instead of giving Lucas a sequel, how about an epilogue? i can post it separately, but i just want to know what ya'll prefer.

i decided to give Maxwell a makeover. he looked like Steve Jobs in the original, and that didn't fit his character. also, please stop shipping Lucas with Chloe! i ship Chloe with Nathaniel so Chloe X Lucas will never happen. Lucas will get a love interest, but she won't be Chloe, Lila, or Marinette. i have someone special planned for him.

other changes: i combined chapters 1 &2. 1 felt very short to me.

Volpina; thanks for the fixed translations!much appreciated. i was able to copy and paste them into word from your reviews of the original story.

anyway... enjoy the chapter.

~inudigifan201


Ch, 1. Marinette the designer

Mr. Agreste stared down a black-haired man with hazel eyes wearing a black suit.

Adrien matched his father's expression to a boy about his age. The boy also had black hair and hazel eyes. He wore a black button down shirt with a white shirt underneath, distressed jeans, red tennis shoes, and a gold chain around his neck.

"Maxwell." Mr. Agreste's eyes narrowed.

"Gabriel." The man smiled vilely.

"Lucas." Adrien matched his father again.

"Adrien." The boy matched the man.

"Um… Mr. Agreste?" Marinette walked into the office. "You wanted to see me?"

Mr. Agreste's expression softened as he turned his gaze to her. "Yes, Miss Dupain-Cheng. Come on in."

"New intern Gabriel?" The man, Maxwell, grinned evilly. "She's awfully young."

Mr. Agreste shot the man a warning gaze.

"Or perhaps a model." The boy, Lucas, looked her up and down and smiled evilly as well. "She's cute."

Marinette blushed and gripped her sketchbook closer to her chest. Who were these men? She could just feel the tension in the room when she walked in.

Adrien glared daggers at Lucas while Mr. Agreste cleared his throat.

He then held out his hand. "Have a seat Miss Dupain-Cheng and I'll have a look at your designs."

She did as she was told and handed her sketchbook to Mr. Agreste.

Lucas plopped down next to her. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing designing clothes when you should be wearing them?"

"Excuse me?" Marinette raised an eyebrow.

Adrien's eye twitched. "Marinette is very talented and wears her own designs all the time."

Lucas smiled wide. "Marinette? That's a pretty name." He scooted closer to her. "I'm Lucas Bianchi."

She scooted away. "Nice to meet you." She was still polite.

Adrien sat down in-between them and stared more daggers at Lucas. Marinette's face turned beet red.

Maxwell looked over Gabriel's shoulder at the designs. He chuckled a little. "You boy is right Gabriel; this girl could give us a run for our money."

Mr. Agreste glared at him again. "And that is why I'm taking her under my wing and helping her start up her own line."

Maxwell rolled his eyes. "Her style is a complete divergence from yours. Her line would fit better with my company."

Mr. Agreste snarled. "I know. But she is young and does not know the cut throat ways of the fashion industry. She's going to be my apprentice and maybe one day take over my company. Heaven knows my son is not interested in designing himself." 'I can't let her be alone with you.'

Adrien shrugged. "I also can't draw all that well."

Marinette's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe her ears. Mr. Agreste wanted her to take over his company? Was she dreaming?

Maxwell gave her a warm smile. "Signorina, perhaps you would like to see the world? My son and I travel all the time and I could show you the ropes all over the world."

Adrien scowled. "Marinette hasn't finished school yet and her parents might not be too happy about their only child globe-trotting with a complete stranger." 'Especially with you two.'

Mr. Agreste nodded. "Adrien makes a very good point. If she accepts your offer, she will be uprooted from her whole life. And she doesn't know you."

Lucas winked at her. "That could be changed. How about it cutie? You, me, dinner?"

"Um…" Marinette held up a finger to let him down easy.

"She's not interested in you Lucas." Adrien glared daggers at him.

She looked back up at Mr. Agreste and Maxwell. "I should probably be getting home now." She stood up and grabbed her sketchbook off the desk. "We can talk later Sir." She blushed as she scooted to the door. "Your assistant has my number." She then waved. "See you in school tomorrow Adrien." With that she ran out the door.

Maxwell nodded as Lucas stood up. "My son and I should be going as well." He gave Mr. Agreste a vile smile. "See you at the shoot Gabriel."

"May the best model win the fair Marinette." Lucas gave Adrien a wink. He then fallowed his father out the door.

Adrien growled under his breath as he stood up.

"Adrien?" Mr. Agreste stood up and walked over to the painting of his late wife. "What do you think of Miss Dupain-Cheng?"

Adrien's scowl faded as he scratched the back of his head. He loved his partner Ladybug, but… at the same time, he wanted Marinette all to himself. Especially after Lucas tried to flirt with her. "It's complicated." He blushed.

Mr. Agreste hummed a little. "Then make it un-complicated and make her your girlfriend. We can't have her be in Maxwell's back pocket. He'll only use her to make himself even richer. I was planning on setting up a savings account for her so that when she becomes of age she can use the money. Would Maxwell do that? No! besides, I don't trust him with underage women."

"Me neither." Adrien nodded. "And Lucas would just use her for her body and when he's done with her he would just toss her out like trash. She deserves so much better than… than that sleaze ball!" He crossed his arms with a little huff. "She deserves to be treated like a princess."

Mr. Agreste nodded. "So we're in agreement?"

Adrien scratched the back of his head again. "Yeah, I guess we are."

Mr. Agreste smiled and turned to face his son. "Good, you will make her your girlfriend and she will become my apprentice. And we will protect her from the Bianchis." He put a hand on his son's shoulder. "Can I count on you son?"

Adrien put a hand to his chin to think it over. Did he really have a chance with Ladybug? Or was she just an unattainable dream? Marinette on the other hand, he didn't know his chances. Maybe he could win her over. She was the only girl at school that hadn't confessed her love to him… that didn't already have a boyfriend anyway. She was a complete mystery to him; just like Ladybug. And he liked it! Now that he thought about it, he realized he had a small crush on her.

He then looked his father square in the eyes with a smile. "Yes!"

Mr. Agreste smiled. "That's my boy."

A little over a week had passed, Lucas smiled wide with a seductive smile as he posed and the cameras flashed.

Adrien stood on the side with his arms crossed and grumbling to himself. Although, he was glad Marinette was running late. He didn't want her to see Lucas without an under shirt on and a rose in his mouth while in a seductive position. However, she would probably still end up seeing him when the ad for the perfume came out.

Passion Fruit Rose was what it was supposed to smell like. To Adrien, whom swore he lost all sense of smell, it smelled like stinky cheese.

Adrien looked frumpy compared to Lucas. His stylist put him in a dark grey sweat shirt with his father's brand logo over the pocket and a pair of dark grey sweat pants to match. The stylist even messed up his perfectly quaffed hair. And to complete the look, only white socks were on his feet.

He felt like he didn't even have a chance if Marinette saw him like this. She'd think he's a slob. No girl likes a slob. What was this look even advertising?

At least the sweat shirt was a hoodie so he could hide in his own shame. He really didn't want her to see him like this.

"I'm here! Sorry I'm late." Marinette ran into the studio with a garment bag in one hand and her backpack in the other. "I over slept and then got lost… I'm so sorry." She breathed heavy as she caught her breath.

Nathalie, Mr. Agreste's assistant, took the garment bag from Marinette's hand. "Just try to be on time next time."

"Yes mam." Marinette blushed out of embarrassment and scratched the back of her head.

Adrien blushed when she came into his peripheral vision.

She wore a simple, but cute, pink sun dress with little white polka dots sprinkled all over it. Her usual flats were on her feet and her everyday purse rested on her hip with the strap going under a black jacket. Her hair was down, probably because she didn't have enough time to put it up in her normal twin tails. Either way, she looked really cute.

Lucas's shoot was over; so he strutted over to her. He gave her a vile smile as he looked her up and down. "Better late than never mia bella."

Marinette raised an eyebrow at him. "Um, thanks… I think. I didn't understand the last part."

His vile smile grew. "You don't speak Italian?"

She shook her head. "No."

He chuckled. "Well then…" He grabbed her hand and kissed it. He then looked her in the eyes. "Lasciamo questo posto, torniamo nella mia camera d'albergo dove mi soddisferai tutta la notte." (We leave this place, go back to my hotel room and please you all night.)

Confusion overtook her face as Adrien stormed over to them.

"She will not!" He yelled and stood between them.

"Adrien, you speak Italian? What did he say?" She smiled.

He looked back at her. "Don't worry about it. He's just being a pig." He blushed.

Their eyes met and both blonde and black haired girl blushed. He blushed harder when he realized she looked amazing while he looked like a scallywag. Before he knew it, his whole face was red while her cheeks were a soft pink and her lips were slightly parted. It wasn't fair! The one day he didn't look like a model was the one day she looked like a goddess. Curse his rotten luck.

She tilted her head as she noticed something. "Adrien?" She breathed.

He gulped as a shiver went down his spine from the very way she said his name. "Yes?"

"Your hair… it kinda looks like Chat Noir's right now." Her head went back into its normal position as she blushed even more. "Not that it looks bad or anything. You always look great… I mean…" She sighed as she shook her head. "The Chat Noir hair isn't a bad look on you." Her face was as red as his.

He smiled. "Thanks." His eyes then looked her over again. "You look amazing. Did you make that dress?"

She nodded as her blush subsided a little. "Um hum."

Lucas fumed. "Cosa hai fatto, viscido gatto! Provarci con la mia donna! Sarà mia!" (Why you sneaky little cat! Move in on my woman! She will be mine!)

Adrien rolled his eyes and looked back at the angry Italian. "Come si chiama?" (What's her name?)

Lucas scoffed and crossed his arms. "Ha importanza? Tutto quello che devo sapere è che urlerà il mio nome dopo questo servizio." (Does it matter? All I need to know is that she will be screaming my name after this shoot.)

Adrien's blood boiled. "Ha importanza? Ha importanza? Si è importante! Lei non è un trofeo! È un essere umano... No! Una dea! E merita il tuo rispetto!" (Does it matter? Does it matter? Yes, it matters! She's not some trophy! She's a human being... No! A Goddess! And she deserves your respect!) He took a deep breath. "e non sarà mai tua, me ne assicurerò personalmente!" (And she will never be yours. I will make sure of it!)

Lucas smiled and chuckled. "We'll see about that." He then shoved Adrien out from in front of Marinette. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off.

"Marinette!" Nathalie called out to her as she walked to the teens. "The model who was supposed to wear your design has the flu. Do you think you could wear it?"

Marinette blinked. "M-me?" She looked around and then pointed to herself. "You want me to model?"

Adrien pushed Lucas out of the way, as a little revenge, and put his hand on her shoulder. "You'll do great." He gave her a thumbs up.

She gulped and nodded. "Ok."

Nathalie then narrowed her eyes at Adrien. Her eyes shouted "I saw that young man. I will be telling your father". She then looked him up and down. "What in the world are you wearing? Get to wardrobe and change. And brush your hair."

He blushed out of embarrassment and nodded. "Yes ma'am."

She then handed the garment bag back to Marinette. "And show Marinette where her dressing room is on your way there."

"Yes ma'am." He nodded and he grabbed Marinette's free hand that set down her backpack long before hand. "This way Mari." He gave her a sweet smile.