WHOA GUYS thanks for the excellent response!...30 reviews…WHOOOO! I'm not sure whether I've replied to some of you guys…the thing was I hadn't being getting those alerts in my inbox and the only reason I'd see that I had reviews was by accidentally stumbling into the stats page (lol…believe me, it hurt)

Okay let me give I quick thanks to Lamanth, Mire013, Nubia (I have a response for you below!) Eleanor San

To Nubia: Aaah, men that cry my weakness…(not really…lol)

I love Tyson and Kai, the way in everything they do their completely different is hilarious!!! AAAHH

Well, let's see if anything will come about Tala eh? giggles

Tala and Max's argument are kinda childish, but hey they're both spoilt, beautiful brats!

Thanks for the vote of confidence, girl I will keep it up!

Chapter – My love, your enemy

Ray sighed as he sat into his sofa; it was too quiet in his apartment. So far the break-up had been going well. Except that…the first few days were made hell by the constant hounding from the razzi.

"Why do you care so much?" Ray would yell "People break up everyday, why don't you go bother them?"

He clicked on the large remote which controlled everything in his house and tapped on the little calendar icon.

"Photo shoot for Evisu, all day tomorrow, and promos weekend" Good, it would keep him busy.

At least he wouldn't think of Mariah, first it hurt….and then it just smouldered into hate…burning hate which intensified every time her name popped up on E! or MTV. First their break-up story had died down and THEN…Mariah went up and got herself as Hugh Hefner's first playmate replacing Tiffany or whatever her name was.

Conspiracies now went into how Mariah could achieve such a feat.

"It's because she's got huge breasts AND IS AN UTTER BITCH!" Ray yelled at his TV. Bitterness and anger crawling at him.

Ray got up and strolled around his large apartment munching on little pots of Nutella…he frowned how many pots was this now? He shrugged, he'd work it off, and also he was not only blessed with a perfect body but good metabolism too. But he hadn't gone to the gym in a while…he shrugged again, he'd start that too.

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Okay, the 'Model Physique' building was nice, it had a relaxed décor but it also screamed 'We're the best'. The Stage One Model' building screamed…world domination!

She entered to tall building, the floors were circular around a large opening, and in the opening was a large statue of the perfect man and woman. The man was holding up some sort of…staff while the woman clutched hungrily at his chest. The décor were bold greys and sharp silvers…very efficient.

"Okay…" she stared at and jumped a little when a small woman, but she was compact, appeared in front of her.

"Hilary?" she smiled a huge smile.

Hilary nodded; it must have hurt to have a smile that big…

"I'm Patty, my full name's Patricia but I prefer Patty" she exclaimed in a perky voice and let out a shrieking laugh. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a tight light blue shirt and a thick belt around her waist. She must have been truly short as Hilary looked down at four inch heels.

"Okay…Patty" Hilary licked her lips, she recoiled slightly as the woman's laugh echoed in her head "I have a meeting…"

"I know!" she said still grinning that huge, kind of scary grin "Please follow me" she led Hilary across the marble floor and into a silver and black elevator, after ascending to the highest floor. The elevator door slid open smoothly exposing the busy, yet strangely calm and…relaxed atmosphere. People walked around smoothly all looking their best. Hilary saw all shapes, colours and sizes and they were all dressed pristinely.

'Crap' she thought 'I feel underdressed' and she clutched at the insides of her pockets.

"Hey Patty"

"Hey!" she ended it with a little squeal. She walked past baring her pearly whites at everyone she passed. Finally they came to a room; Patty opened the doors and stepped to the side.

Hilary looked in; there was a large, polished, black oak table with around twenty or so plush, dark chairs surrounding it. At the end sat a woman and a light haired man.

"Nichelle!" Patty said in a sing-song voice "Hilary Tabiana is here to see you!"

"Thanks"

Patty gave a deep nod, which seemed to extend into a bow before backing out and closing the doors. Hilary looked back at the doors and then to the woman and the man. She noted the wooden panelling and soft, luxurious looking beige carpet and the huge glass wall which gave a brilliant view of the city.

She dug her hands even further into the pockets of her Burberry Prorsum fitted trench coat and advanced towards them. A closer look revealed Nichelle Start wore too much make up and the man next to her may have been the most good looking she had ever seen…Bar Kai.

He had light orange hair, and gentle sea blue eyes, he had smooth, creamy skin. He stood as she walked towards her and gave her a small smile. Hilary had to rub her chin, not because it was itching to stop her jaw from falling slightly.

'Got nothing on Kai though' a small voice in her head spoke out.

"Miss Tabiana" Nichelle smiled exposing another set of pearly whites.

Hilary smiled and scratched her head, and gave a little wince. Shoot, she thought, she had straightened her hair this time so it was permanent and she wasn't meant to touch it for 48 hours…Kai said he liked her hair…

"Miss Tabiana?"

Hilary jumped and noticed Nichelle's voice had a slight southern drawl to it "Yes, you must be erm, Brooklyn"

"Correct" he said with a mystical voice, he said as she sat.

"Well, you're right, Hilary" Nichelle brandished out a briefcase and placed it on the table; she pulled out a stack of papers and pushed them along the smooth table to Hilary.

Hilary sat back and read it all in "Do you have another copy?"

"Of course" Nichelle handed it to her.

Hilary grabbed a pen, the contract seemed fine. Her hand wavered above the blank signature spot and then she quickly scribbled her name.

"Well, welcome to 'Stage One Model' Hilary" Nichelle smiled a cocky smile "It's great to have you on board, you're quite a big thing"

"Thanks" Hilary looked at Brooklyn, who obediently sat and smiled his small all-knowing smile.

"This is Brooklyn's organiser" she handed Hilary a silver, state of the art PDA "Your new business phone and do you have of two-way?"

"Of course, but I have my own business phone…"

"That was for when you were with 'Model Physique'" she snapped in a rather brittle tone.

"Right" Hilary didn't like the way the woman kept switching moods, she took the electronics and placed them in her bag gingerly.

"Well, I've a meeting. Brooklyn and you can get acquainted"

"Thanks" Hilary smiled and watched as Nichelle walked out of the room, she turned back to Brooklyn who was looking at her with a mild interest.

"so, Brooklyn, a top modelling contract, huh? What jobs have you done before?"

"I haven't done any" he said simply.

"Nothing? Not even small-scale?"

He shook his head with that smile still on his face.

"Promos?"

"Catwalks?"

"Photo shoots?"

All negative.

"Do you even have a portfolio?"

"Yes, it's in the works" he smiled and he placed a manly, yet tapered hand with strong fingers on the table.

"No, offence Brooklyn" Hilary leaned forward and onto the table "what makes these people think you've got it?"

"Don't you think I've got it?"

"Well, I think you do" she stumbled over her words a little "But, I'm not the one who wants to give you the contract you know? I mean, for them to jump you right to supermodel status…"

"Have faith…Hilary"

Hilary sat back a little and nodded "Okay, I will"

XxXxXxXxXx

"Mr Hiwatari, I just wanted to call to remind you about your session with Roberto Cavalli, this afternoon, it's in a few minutes.

"Yeah" Kai put the phone down and sighed, he was already ready.

He glanced at the clock on this wall and got up and grabbed his keys he'd better make his way down there. He left his apartment, and within a minute he was out of the building and in his new Sport Range Rover. He made his way through the downtown traffic in a relatively successful time and pulled up to the building.

"Shit" he muttered as a stretch limo took up most of the parking space in front of the impressive building. He drove up and down for a few minutes and glanced at the digital clock in the dashboard. Now he was late. Shoot, he was late when the secretary from the agency called. If he wanted to be on time he should have already been there when she called him. He shrugged. He was Kai Hiwatari, time was never really an issue.

He parked a few yards away and walked calmly into the building. He walked up to the desk and gave the woman behind it an intense glare.

She glared back unknowing whether to shrink in fear or fall in love "Yes…Mr Hiwatari?"

"Session" he grunted

"Yes, yes of course let me take you" she removed her headset and pressed a button on her phone. She appeared next to Kai "This way sir"

This was another one of those extravagantly decorated offices. Sometimes they didn't look like offices they looked like apartments made for work. She led him down the hall and gently opened a set of double doors; it led into a small studio. There was a white screen set up at one end, and the activity took place on the other.

"Why am I doing this?" he snapped at the woman "Why, I thought I'd have the job?"

"Erm, sir, I don't know why" she smiled a little unsure, her eyes crinkling "I'm sure if you ask someone-"

"Whatever" he held up a hand and walked in.

He snorted and took in the couture on the rack, and Hilary, and also the blaring lights, the people blurting in French- Hilary?!

Kai blinked and walked up to her and coughed.

"Kai!" she brushed her fringe and it resumed its now-normal position "How are you?"

"Long time"

"Like three weeks" she smiled softly "Oh, are you the other model?"

"What other model?" Kai muttered to her.

"That's why their having this session, they can't decide between you or Brooklyn…the model to use for their new advertising campaign"

"Who's Brooklyn?" Kai frowned, he had never heard of this Brooklyn character.

"Oh, he's my new…client" she said slowly.

Kai nodded slowly and then looked around for him "New Client? From who?"

"'Stage One Models'" Hilary put the PDA down and folded her arms.

"What are you doing with 'Stage One Model's'?"

"They approached me with an offer, a very good offer in fact" she laughed and looked him in the eye "And I took it!"

"Hilary" a tall man, about the same height as Kai with light blue eyes appeared next to the stoic Russian. Now Kai had seen his face, he definitely didn't know who he was "What's next on the schedule?"

"Erm, we probably should go show your portfolio around"

Kai smirked "Oh nice Hilary, take on a newbie"

"Listen Kai" she folded her arms.

"Brooklyn you're up!" the photographer called him up.

"Sorry Hilary, but this job is mine" Kai couldn't help but smirk at her.

XxXxXxXxXx

"You're fuckin' joking right?" Kai spat into the room.

"Sorry, Mr Hiwatari but Brooklyn had something. I'm really sorry" he didn't sound sorry "Maybe-"

"Maybe you should really kiss my ass" Kai snapped irritably and dropped the phone.

How the fuck did that…newbie get the job? Roberto Cavalli required models close to perfection, models who knew what they were doing.

'Because, he could look like a deer caught in the head lights' Kai thought viciously. But he hadn't been concentrating much on Brooklyn; he couldn't take his eyes off Hilary. The past two and a half weeks and been okay, but Kai felt like there was something missing. He didn't know what. And now, seeing Hilary had made him realise…

He sat on the stool near the island in the middle of his large kitchen and tapped in her number on his phone. He knew it off by heart now.

"Hello?" she said.

"Hilary" he said in a gruff tone.

"Kai?" she didn't sound surprised like he thought she would be "Listen, I'm really sorry about the Cavalli deal…it's just…luck you know"

"Right, but that's not it Hilary. I want you to come with me on a date"

Hilary mused so like Kai, not asking, not an awkward suggestion. More of a command "Oh? You do?"

"Yes" he said simply.

Hilary sat in the limo and looked at Brooklyn who smiled at her, she smiled back and then her face fell slightly "Well it depends; I mean you know my new job is pretty demanding"

Brooklyn frowned and mouthed 'Go for it'

She cocked her head, she didn't quite get him but she continued and grinned "What day? Saturday?"

Kai smiled, now she was playing with him "Yes, this Saturday, I'll pick you up at eight"

"Eight? Okay?"

Hilary closed the phone and smiled for a while and her eyes glazed over and then she remembered Brooklyn "Whoa! I mean sorry, sir, Brooklyn I should have not…I'll cancel"

"No, really go, I can do without a PA for a weekend" he said lightly.

"Really?" she nodded and gushed "Thank you, thank you"

"I just hope he treats you nice, you're such a nice girl Hilary" Brooklyn smiled politely.

"Wow, thanks Brooklyn…"

Meanwhile, Kai wasn't smiling but he was looking at the phone with some sort of satisfaction on his face. He nodded as if to give himself a pat on the back.

Finally, a date with the woman. Kai didn't care the razzi would be all up his ass. They'd probably be up Hilary's ass too but he knew she could take it. He could see the headlines now: 'HARD-ASS RUSSIAN SUPERMODEL FINALLY HAS A DATE…HAS HELL FROZEN OVER?'

He did something he hadn't done in a while, and let out a chuckle.

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Max sighed as he flicked through the pages of his mum's 'The Hollywood Enquirer' and then he stopped on a page with Tala and Mariam, walking…together. Max frowned they didn't look so all over each other in this picture.

What was Mariam playing at? First the modelling contract. Now Tala Valkov? He was a little unsure. He walked out of the bar room (yes he has a bar in his house) and into the hallway.

"Mum have you seen this?" he called out, he walked across the landing and into the study to where his mum was working.

In the chair was a dark-haired man and on top of him was Max's mum. The man's hands were somewhere inappropriate; okay down his mother's trousers and in her bra. Both adults were panting slightly and their chests heaving slightly, they both stared at him obviously embarrassed. Max simply blinked and grabbed the door handle.

"Max" his mother breathed as she buttoned up her Calvin Klein shirt "Erm, thank you James" she stumbled as little as she removed herself and Max watched James as he left.

"What is it Max?" Judy Tate said a little more confidently now.

"Who was he?" Max demanded.

"James"

"The Accountant?" Max sounded disgusted "What about dad?" Max said remembering his dad in Japan.

"Max your dad and I are…divorced, we've moved on"

Max stared at her his face passive "Whatever Mum"

"What did you want, anyway" she said sweetly, obviously trying to cover the guilt.

"This" he held up the small magazine and then threw it at her feet.

She picked it up and looked "Mariam? Tala Valkov?"

"Yeah, she got a contract with 'Model Physique'"

"Did she now?" Judy said slowly and sat back down behind the lush mahogany desk "Well, I guess we need to keep an eye on her, you still talk to her"

"No"

"Why not?" his mother demanded.

"Because she won't talk to me"

"Max, why didn't you stay in touch"

"Mum" Max held up a hand "Don't guilt trip me from your high horse. Because if you see it's not even higher than anyone else's horse. Look at you" he said he was now shaking against the door "You've forgotten all about Dad"

"Max, your dad and I separated fro a reason, he was more into the professional job. I wanted the high life!" she smiled at him; this time she got up and strolled over to him and placed a loving hand on his shoulder "We've built all this" she gestured around "WE worked hard Max and earned all the money…ourselves…me and you…"

"What happened?" Max said his face crumpled "You used to be so cool and then you gave up modelling…and look at you" he shot her a disgusted look.

"Max? What has brought all this on?" her face crumpled with pain.

"Leave me alone" Max shrugged her off and began crossed the hallway and took the steps up to his sanctuary.

Hee, hope you guys like…um, bit of a lax chapter I know…I promise the next one will be awesome!

By the way, I am NO WAY affiliated with Hugh Hefner, I think some of my male friends may have bought the 'Playboy' magazine and one of my friends is OBSESSED (it's really unhealthy…lol) with the Playboy merchandise, but that's it…:-p

Right, I'm really sorry guys but I will not ppdate for a few weeks. I have really important exams coming up (fingers crossed I ace them all), and they span over the month of January. I think I may update on the weekend of the 27th -28th, depending how I feel about the final one! But I can assure you I will update between the 30th of January and the weekend after it.