Once Upon the Supermodel Rebirth

What's about her?

When they have arrived at her apartment, he considered on finding a taxi for himself. But seeing how she doesn't seemed to be capable of taking herself back to her unit, he decided to help her entering the elevator. He tapped on her card and the elevator started to move. She neither refused, nor accepted his help, and seemed to be deep in thought instead.

When the elevator door opened, another door displayed into view. Elaine pressed her finger to the key knob,and the door unlocked. Derek was about to leave when she holds him. "Come in, I'll call you a cab."

Derek didn't fight with that. He followed a step inside her apartment, and she didn't even bother turning on the lights. He seen her walk to the phone, and when he walked in, the lights are turned on automatically. If her house is on motion sensors... Derek frowned. Did she avoid the light sensors purposefully?

His eyes darted around the spacious apartment. It's all white, with empty walls, and lack of furniture. A crystal chandelier hung on the roof of the living room, and it probably comes with the apartment. Aside from the white leather couch, and a dining table on the other edge of the room, there's nothing much he could find. It's almost like she'd just move in..

"A driver would be here in thirty minutes, more less," she told him, her voice almost echoed by how empty the place is. He hummed looking at her pacing to the other side of the room, into the kitchen. She casually walks out of the kitchen with a bottle of wine, and a wine glass in hand. She poured it casually, almost as if the tipsy girl he carried before are just his imagination.

Derek paced forward and grabbed the glass from her hand. She looked at him, and to his surprise, she drunk the wine straight away from the bottle instead as if saying, 'You can have my glass, I still has more.'

Derek grabbed the wine off her hand and glared at her. "What's your problem?"

"You could barely walks and now you wanted to drink more?" he asked again, making Elaine chuckle.

"Why do you care? It's my apartment. Don't I get to be as drunk I see fit in my own property?" she looked at him in all seriousness now, trying to get her wine again but he raised it. He doesn't  get this weird girl. What's with her mood swings and everything? Why the sudden need to get drunk?

"Are you trying to get a hungover? Don't you have work tomorrow?" He asked her, annoyed, then remembering that she's a model. 'Right,' he thinks. 'She probably works as how she liked it.'

"Mr. Winston," she sighed. "My work has nothing to do with you. Can I just get my wine back?" she asked annoyed, and still he couldn't trace her annoyance on her face. She looked like she's restraining herself. But from what? Her emotions?

"Why are you so bothered with whether I'm drunk or not?" Elaine asked, suddenly smiling and presses herself closer to him, which to her surprise, he didn't back off. "Why? You fell in love with me on second sight? Why the sudden chance of heart?" She asked, a teasing smile on her face as she played her finger on his chest. He's about to pushes her hand away but with the bottle still in hand, she's going to take the opportunity to grab it, and he finally moves away.

Derek went to her kitchen, flushing the wine on the glass to the drain, along with the wine on the bottle. He doesn't know why he bothered, but he just couldn't let it be. Perhaps, he had a gut that she might do something dangerous while she's drunk. He turned only to find Elaine looking at her wine drained on the sink and she swallowed her saliva before sighed.

He was about to say that he'd get her a new one if it bothered her so much, but instead, she meets him on the center.

"You know-" she said casually, circling her arms around his neck before he got to say a thing. "I wouldn't mind if you decided to stay," she told him, lips pulling to a smile, and her eyes locked on his.

He froze when she pressed herself to him, and leaning her face closer to his. Their proximity is making him restless. Turned out he's not slandering her when he thinks that she's a seductress because at this moment, that's what she is. He could see how her eyes fluttered. He feels her eyes tracing over his features, and the way her lips twitched, it's taking more of him to regain control.

Realizing his thoughts, he pushed her away, and put a stoic unimpressed look on his face. "Not tempting," he said coldly. He's not falling into her traps.

She was stunned that he had pushed her away, and she laughed. A different laugh to the one he had heard before. This laugh sounds more.. real.

"Of course you're not," she smirked, and for a moment he saw something flashed on her face, although he's not sure that he'd seen it correctly. That tone she used sounds mocking, and he was getting irritated. But she doesn't look like she's mocking him, and his irritation dissipated.

"You should go. The cab is probably here," she told him flatly, not even passing him a glance as she walked past him. She looked cold, and perhaps a bit lonely. And at the same time, it's just as much of realness he'd seen from her, from the three times he'd found himself staring at her. And it's bringing weird feelings into his heart. He couldn't understand her reaction, and behavior and it's annoying him. In face of her, it seemed like he failed to do the one thing he had always done best- and that is reading a person.

Derek refused to pay it more mind. He pulled the door opened and leaves.

Elaine dropped herself to bed and she scoffed. Her whole senses felt overflowed, and she just wanted to get drunk to numb it over. But he had flushed her whole new bottle of wine into the drain. And then she remembered how she had practically thrown herself to him, shamelessly. She supposed to groan, but she had intended it, much to her displease.

A bitter laugh escaped her mouth. Perhaps after all, it was true what he'd said. Even after all this effort, she's only pretty to the eyes. Behind it, there's nothing good to see. She drowned in the darkness of her room, and let it took her over.