Chapter 16- The other side of the story, from my partners Side- Mateus and Remi- Remi's Story

    The other side of the story, from my partners Side-

We Roleplay on Twitter, so to give an insight of the stories Remi has, this is the other side

Remi: @RemiToTheRyan

Storyline with @FatesPunchinBag– Character “ Mateus Oliveria”

Background Solo: Written by @FatesPunchinBag

 

Chapter 1- “Lights, Camera, Distraction…”

 

Many would assume that as a male model you could never get tired of the endless parties, booze and yes you’ve guessed it women. But in retrospect you’d be right . It wasn’t until early this year that my attitude towards it all changed. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my career and the destination shoots, it’s just sometimes being home for more than a day or two would be great.

 

As a model you travel a lot depending on your demand in the industry and if I were to be compared to the top male models, one would say I’m ranked in the highly demanded category. Women in the industry go through the same thing. So when most of my friends ask, “Why din’t you just hook up and date one of the models you work with?” The answer to that question is simple, one word with so much meaning…. Drama.

 

You see when you date another model, there’s always the off chance the green eyed monster called jealousy could rear its ugly head. One would never admit it, but there are times in which, one gets so upset because another someone spends more tome with their significant other than they do. Which in turn leads to seeds of doubt and mistrust. Which is why I have always made it a habit not to date fellow models. Like they say, “You know what happens when you ASSUME things, you make an ASS out of U and ME.” And that is one motto I choose not to live by.

 

The industry has its ups and downs, mostly downs in my opinion. Some models, male and female alike go above and beyond the call of duty when it comes to their careers that they fail to take care of themselves properly, which in turn causes long term health affects, and even pushes some to excessive drinking and drug use. The is where my table tale turns into one of caution.

 

I was with someone many years back, and for arguments sake we’ll call her Natalie. Natalie and I thought we had become the perfect ‘It Couple’ in the industry. We were in high demand, both for fashion and intimate shoots. Until one fateful day, Natalie was turned away because according to her manager and that of the posh photographer, Natalie was not the right face they envisioned for the project. Enter from stage left, Alyssa. According to everyone on set, we had an amazing onset chemistry, and many attribute it to the fact that Alyssa might have had a thing for me. oChoosing to ignore all the rumors, I turn my focus to Natalie. After that shoot, she changed. She ate less and less, drank more and rarely slept. She was pushing herself too hard too far and too fast.

 

Our relationship started to sour because she chose her booze and drugs over her health and our relationship. You didn’t need much proof to know that she was quickly giving up. It wasn’t until a specific day 3 years ago, that my world had been completely changed. On that night, I was to meet her at her home for dinner. Using her spare key she gave me, I let myself in. I shout out for her.

 

“Natalie, baby I’m here!”

 

Setting the required dinner items on her island, I shout her name again.

 

“Natalie”

 

It went with no response. I knew something was off, the way the atmosphere felt that particular day, something inside me jus knew. Walking into her master bedroom, I follow the trail she left for me, her heels, followed by her skirt, blouse, bra then finally her panties. Pushing through the large double doors that led to her ensuite bathroom, I find her.

 

Soaking in a tub, deep vengeful slashes across both her wrists as she just laid there, submerged in a cocktail of bath water and her own blood. She took her life that day because she could not and would not ask for help.

 

For the last 3 years, I’ve chosen to live my life alone. Afraid to move on and afraid to let go. I  no longer modeled, instead I started a holdings company to the joy of my father. As a gift, he gifted me a few bars and breweries to add to my already extensive portfolio. It’s funny how fear has a way of slowly fading away, leaving room for hope. On one faithful day at a new eating establishment I just purchased, a breath of fresh air and happiness, walked into my life. She was so bright, so  vibrant, that her radiance shone an all consuming light that dispelled the fog that held me captive in my dark and dimly lit life.  

 

“Lights, Camera, Resurrection…”

Storyline with @FatesPunchinBag- The First Date

@RemiToTheRyan

*You ever feel like anything you do, time doesn’t stop and life keeps going on like you can’t even catch a breath to save your life; or rather your entire existence? I had been feeling that way, and with every turn in the road I was heading I was making an even bigger mistake or so I thought. With ever turn you land somewhere only you can make a difference in.

That’s where I landed tonight, I didn’t even take time for myself much rather even think I could. My son #Nikko was with my mom again, on some sort of adventure. My mom always loved hanging with my son, more so I think she missed out on my brother or even a relationship with me when growing up so I feel like she wanted to start somewhere in making it up to me, so #Nikko was perfect to try. And yet here I was dressed up for no one and nothing, taking time and much needed time at that for myself.

I sat looking out the restaurant window, tonight I had dressed up, and not for anyone special; Something in me was just telling me to do it. I sighed looking out as I drank a glass of red, the sensation it played upon my tastebuds made me feel every drop going down my throat; giving me a chill down my spine.

There was something about wine that made me intrigued on the powers it held. As I sat and looked outside I didn’t expect anyone or anything, and a waiter came up to me showing me an expensive bottle of red wine, “Oh no no I didn’t order this, you must be mistaken” I stated as I sat up putting my glass down.

“Ma’am, that gentlemen;” *he pointed toward @FatesPunchinBag* “asked to send this over,” *I looked past the waiter turning a bit red as I saw @FatesPunchinBag sitting alone as he raised his glass to me. It was a nice gesture but way too over priced. I thanked the waiter as I got up and walked over to @FatesPunchinBag “Sir I can’t except such an expensive bottle.”

@FatesPunchinBag

“You should be able to accept it, regardless of price. That doesn’t matter here nor does it matter to me. It’s simply a kind gesture from myself to you. Wine is a gift to be shared, and as such, I am sharing this gift with you.”

 

I’ve always held the notion that alcohol in its many forms, whether it be beer, spirits or wine, had more to offer ones self then a mere buzz or an overly inebriated evening. It opens your senses to a broader world that few people get to experience, unless guided there by a professional or expert. I however may not be an expert, but I was no novice either. I appreciate the finer qualities in many things, art, music, food, alcohol and... yes you’ve guessed it... women. I like many others have my proclivities, a tendency or predisposition to certain things, people orplaces and activities. It just so happened that this restaurant, the wine, this atmosphere and most notable this woman peaked my interest. If ambience were but a mere sound or collection there of, an angelic choir would be singing their hymns of praise.

 

“Please have aseat and join me, if you will not accept the bottle as a gift.

@RemiToTheRyan

*I blushed a soft tint of pink as I looked at this gentleman before me. He seemed kept back like there were things under his appearance that only few and far between could be accustomed to knowing.

I looked around, he did gift me this bottle but he was alone as I was alone andI did not want to offend him anymore than I already had when returning the bottle.

I looked him over once more. He looked like he had a deep story yet to be untold unless someone turned each page both slowly and with a connection to those pages read.

I sat down as I obliged His request. Setting my wine glass down in front of me as I turned the bottle and looked at it but also studying him.

"This bottle is old yet comes with a story, just as ones soul a story can be both dark and light yet sweet that hits your inner soul with a chill down the Spine.

I *I sit back and cross my leg over the other as I laid my arm over the other* can see why you choose such a bottle if I am so bold to say so. *I smile as I nod toward him* thank you for the invitation.

*Sitting forward I put out my hand over the table before us* I am Remi. Remi Ryan. And you are *a brow raises as a smile hits my features*

@FatesPunchinBag

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Extending my own hand in greeting, over the table to her. “It’s a pleasure Remi, I’m Mateus Oliveria, Matt for short. Please allow me to pour you a drink.”

Rising from my seat, I utilize the cork extractor that was left behind by the wait staff. After a few quick twists and a quick pull, the bottle is opened. Taking her glass in hand, I tilt both bottle and glass giving her the perfect pour. Handing her glass back, I watch as she continues to examine it, through her senses.

“You seem to be quite the wine aficionado Remi.

@RemiToTheRyan

* I watch you  utilize the cork extractor that was left behind by the wait staff, smiling as I lift my glass to you as you take it from my hand.

 

As you take it and pour, asking as it seemed I was quite the wine aficionado, I laughed as I took the wine to my brims, drinking it slowly, as I shake my head*

No not really, my father and mother went on wine things a lot, so I just got a feel for whats good and not, whats expensive and whats something you would have with a bunch of girls at a slumber party or book party. * smiling*

What about yourself? As it seems you are into wine yourself.