tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10510544333999928222024-03-07T20:17:22.170-08:00London's elite: Socialite, Jet-setter and Playboy.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-62909617606184365492010-01-01T12:03:00.000-08:002010-01-01T12:04:01.799-08:00Thanksgiving and Christmas...<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Since last posting the festive season has been somewhat hectic. Towards the end of November the majority of my friends and I dispersed in order to join family for a Thanksgiving celebration; granted, I am not American however my mother uses it as an excuse to play hostess to friends and family. This year in particular Elliot and his family were joining us in The New York Townhouse in addition to a few of their work colleagues and other family friends. Having not yet started my Christmas shopping I took the oppourtunity to fly to New York a litte earlier than required in order to begin purchasing gifts. As it is far too much trouble locating adequate gifts for friends we all made a pact that we shall not exchange gifts at Christmas time. Hence, the only people I was searching for were my parents and Gabrielle. Nevertheless, that in its self was a great chore. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">For Gabrielle I managed to purchase a few fur garments which cost a considerable amount and finished her gift buying with the purchase an elaborate platinum ring encrusted with an Emerald and diamonds from Bulgari. I receieved champagne whilst I purchased the jewel which aided in reducing the stress I was undergoing haha. I then made a short trip to Tiffany's where I looked at jewellery once more, this time - the recipient being my mother. Whilst I, once again, sipped champagne as I browsed I picked out a pearl bracelet set in platinum with diamonds between the pearls. As I purchased it the card was rejected - how humiliating. My phone began to ring and I answered to my father who asked "Kyle, I am just ringing to clarify everything is ok. American Express have just contacted me informing me that there have been several elaborate purchases made in Paris and in New York mere minutes after one another and yet another purchase of £10,000 which has just been declined, pending my authorisation" I said "Yes father, I am just about to purchase Mum's present if you don't mind. Paris must be due to Gabrielle. I do believe she stopped off there prior to coming to New York. Please be so kind as to activate my card" he did so and my minor, humiliating ordeal was over with. I returned to The Plaza and waited for a reply from a male named Joshua who I met up with during Fashion Week and slept with approximately 4 times in the twelve hours he was absent from his boyfriend. Yes, it was my bad influence. He replied saying <i>Good afternoon Kyle. Currently busy I'm afraid; the boyfriend is present... He may be going out shortly.</i> I told him I was coming at that moment and got a one word reply consisting of <i>bastard</i> haha. When I arrived he opened the door looking even more divine than I remembered, I kissed him immediately which he didn't reject and then he took me through to the sitting room where another, extremely good looking, muscled male was sat whom I correctly presumed was his boyfriend. Joshua introduced me as his friend from back in the London days haha and we all sat and talked like a group of civilised people, despite the fact I was sleeping with his boyfriend behind his back. Finally, Ben said "Anyway, I shall go to work and see if everything is ok. It was nice meeting you Kyle, we may cross paths this evening if you decide to go out" I smiled whilst thinking hopefully not, the last thing I wanted was suspicion haha. More or less the moment the door had closed Joshua had pounced on me and begun removing my t-shirt. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I returned to my apartment feeling refreshed and sexually satisfied. I telephoned Elliot and asked him whether he wanted to go out that evening. No. I told him he was boring and I didn't want to be friends with him before hanging up and ringing other people haha. Eventually I acquired a small group of models and New York socialites to join me on a night out and I treated them all to Champagne and strawberries in my apartment prior to departing for the nightlife scene. We had an exceptionally good night, whilst in one club - just my luck, I saw Joshua's boyfriend and immediately avoided him. Later on in the evening as I was just walking into the vip section of the nightclub I felt someone grab my hand and pull me back, I turned and it was him. I forced a smile said hello and continued towards privacy when he said "Oh.. Is that it? At least let me buy you a drink!" I figured he either mustn't know that I slept with his boyfriend or had a scheming plan to drug me, I went with the more pleasant notion and accepted his offer. Whilst stood at the bar he said, "I know you're Joshua's friend and I'm his boyfriend but you are hot Kyle!" Clearly I was rather drunk as I just kissed him. He didn't stop me so I continued. One thing lead to another and then we were in his apartment having intercourse...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">In the morning when I woke I looked to the side of me and thought 'oops' before thinking of the shameless action as quite an achievement. I got out of bed and put on my clothes when he woke up and said "Leaving already? Is this something you do often, sleep with people who have boyfriends?" I laughed and said "They're the best kind... They don't want any sort of attachment which suits me perfectly" as I left he shouted "Guess I'm not getting your number then?" I called back "Quite right!" </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I proceeded directly to my parent's townhouse and went to Gabrielle's room where she was sat on her laptop, I shouted "Hey Gabby!" and she bellowed "Kylie! Where the devil have you been?! Still wearing last night's clothes I see, I can guess" I laughed and said "Well... This was not just my average night of intercourse. Do you remember Joshua from London who emigrated here in order to open a gym?" "No" "You do! Dark hair, blue eyes. Resembled David Gandy somewhat (minus the curly hair)" she said "Oh yes.. I haven't seen him in years! I think I may have slept with him... Do continue" I did so, telling her how I had slept with him followed by his boyfriend later that day, before Gabrielle had chance to say anything I heard "You did what?!" and my mother came from Gabrielle's wardrobe. I wanted to die. Gabrielle and I looked at each other and our eyes widened, I didn't want to look at my mother who no doubt had steam coming out of her ears and Gabrielle said "Mother... I forgot you were in there...." I smiled and said "Well.. Happy Thanksgiving everyone. I am going to leave the country now" she shouted "Kyle! I do not know where you get such traits from but that is despicable!" I could not be bothered standing there and arguing with her so I merely said "Mother, we established a long time ago that you do not approve of my sex life and I have suggested on numerous occasions that you separate yourself entirely from it, listening to tales from within wardrobes is going to do no good what so ever. Evident from your current mood and this conversation. Now I am leaving and I will probably expect a visit from father later once you have told him of my despicable behaviour" she started shouting something and I said "Mother, I think you're forgetting the fact that I am twenty-two years old, the days in which you had such influence over my life are over. I am an adult now" she said "Well I previously thought the days in which I funded your lifestyle would stop with you becoming an adult however that never occurred, nor did maturity for yourself! Hence, with you still sharing the frame of mind as an eighteen year old that is how I shall treat you. Ugh, Kyle, you have issues. This is not right!" I just said "Oh Jesus Christ. Goodbye mother."</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I entered The Plaza lobby the receptionist informed me that Elliot had gone up to my apartment which I could not be bothered with. I opened the door and was greeted by a smile which quickly evaporated and he said "Oh, and why do you have a face like thunder?" I just muttered "My mother" he laughed and said "Ah... Sex addiction?" I nodded and sat down. A couple of minutes later Elliot sarcastically said "Oh yes, I'm fine thank you for asking. My flight over was spiffing-" I just said "Oh do shut up. I really don't care. Is there a purpose to your visit or are you here purely to annoy me?" he remarked "Charming as ever Kyle. I did actually come round so that you could help me pass the time and pleasure me seeing as it's thanksgiving tomorrow" I grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him towards me and said "In that case let's. Just don't speak... You're annoying me." Part way through the telephone in my apartment rang which I ignored as I was far too engrossed in the moment and shortly afterwards I thought I heard a door shut. I stopped, listened for a moment before continuing, discarding the thought of someone being in my apartment. At around two o'clock when I read a message from my father asking that I go round to the townhouse to talk. Seeing as my father was a little more understanding than my mother, I obliged. I walked in with Maddox dragging me and Gabrielle called me into the kitchen. She said "I have no idea what they're doing but I think Dad went to your apartment earlier and he saw something or witnessed something and he informed mum and she's been on the brink of a breakdown ever since. Well done Kyle!" I retorted "Well done?! You utter imbecile, she was in your wardrobe and you 'forgot'" I heard my father shout "Kyle, can you come and join your mother and I in the drawing room please" I told Gabrielle "Well this ought to be fun. At twenty two years old sitting down with my parents and discussing my sex life. Absolutely marvellous" she sniggered and told me "I'll be listening outside the door dear, not to worry! Oscar is coming round soon so he will join me." I sat on a chair opposite my parents attempting to hide the fact that I found the whole situation fairly amusing. Both of them spoke calmly as though they were addressing someone who was mentally challenged, telling me how they wanted to help me should I have a problem because they love me et cetera. I meanwhile was just nodding along then my father said "and it's because we love you that we have sought help on your behalf Kyle. You've had intercourse with 3 different people in a mere twelve hours" I wasn't helping myself but I said "The majority of people would see that as being something worthy of envy as opposed to punishment or as a sign of some sort of ludicrous addiction. What is this help you've sought anyway? Have you booked me in at the Priory for Christmas? How dear of you" My mother said "No dear. A psychologist, one of the best in the city, shall be here shortly to talk with you" I lost any sort of amusement from this conversation and my face dropped. I stood up and said "I am going to leave before I say or do something I'm going to regret. May I just make myself clear when I say that I do not have an addiction to sex, it is merely something I enjoy, just like the majority of people and am faced with opportunities of having fairly frequently. Regardless of how much you love me, I would appreciate it if you did not delve into my life based upon your own absurd assumptions. Ok?" They looked a little dumbfounded, my mother looked like she was ready to cry and I said "Very well. I may see you tomorrow, then again I may not. Good day." Gabrielle was stood on the landing area when I left the drawing room with a puzzled look on her face, not knowing whether to begin laughing or not say anything with fear of receiving verbal abuse just like my parents. She opted for the latter and I left the townhouse. I walked back to The Plaza and phoned Kelly whilst I did so, informing her of what had just happened. She laughed and then made me feel better when she said "Oh don't worry darling. My father told me last week that I'm two girls: a lady and a lady of the night, the second he dislikes greatly. I told him I was in no way a prostitute and he claimed I may not be earning from such behaviour however I share the same mannerisms as such low class citizens. Charming." Once back in my apartment I went straight to bed. With the jet-setting, night-clubbing lifestyle I lead my body clock has become none existent hence I sleep when ever I have the time. Part way through my sleep the phone rang and I answered to reception who informed me my father was on his way up. I could not be bothered talking to him so I merely pretended I was still asleep; he entered my bedroom and stared at me before kissing me on the head and leaving again. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I next woke it was Thanksgiving and I was still in a fairly foul mood. I read a message from Elliot saying <i>I have been told to persuade you to join us for dinner as opposed to permitting you to spend thanks giving having sex all day long which, apparently, has been the cause of this catastrophe. </i>I replied <i>I shall come however I have no intention of speaking to either of my parents and I shall sit and undress your brother with my eyes. </i>Gabrielle then telephoned me asking me to join them to take a quick look at the parade following a walk around the park. I said I would join them however on the condition that me and Gabrielle walked alone. I was determined to be an intolerable swine and make them regret their actions. I put on a pair of trousers with some shoes along with dark sunglasses and my black Alexander McQueen fur coat. When I got into the hotel foyer Gabrielle was waiting wearing her rabbit and goat fur coat with a pair of heels, sunglasses and leather gloves. Maddox pounced on me as usual and we departed onto Central Park South and entered the park, my mother told me my coat looked splendid to which I replied "I know" causing her to shoot a questioning look at my father. Gabrielle and I walked ahead talking whilst my parents lagged behind and Pretisha, Bambi and Maddox charged around between us. Once the walk was complete my father said "Kyle be at the townhouse as soon as possible please" he then placed his arm around me and said "Please don't be in a mood" I said "You ought to have been aware that the consequence of your action would have been this. You have no one other than yourself to blame. Mother too for that matter. Therefore if this day is filled with guilt rather than thanks I suggest you question the logical thought path behind your rash decision to self-diagnose your son!" I crossed the road and entered The Plaza without looking back. There was plenty more where that came from...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once I had changed into my suit I took a town car to Carnegie Hill and proceeded directly to Gabrielle's bedroom, she was stood with her makeup done and hair wearing nothing other than underwear and heels. She said "Oh hello. I do believe everyone is downstairs besides me waiting to be seated" I replied "Yes, well I'm not too fond of the prospect of standing alone with our parents. I don't have all that much to say to them to be perfectly honest" her phone rang and she answered with an abrupt "Hello" and then said "Well I suggest you quicken your pace. I certainly shan't wait for your arrival" she turned it off without saying goodbye and then turned to me and said "That was Oscar, he is driving me insane. All he seems to do is work. He arrived in the city from Japan last night and requested to come round and see me at 3 o'clock in the morning. I told him it was an absurd suggestion and he ought to go to his apartment and he has been working again all morning" she withdrew a strapless Marchesa evening gown from within her walk-in wardrobe and asked me to zip her in it. It was made from a combination of silk and chiffon and featured jewel embellishment on the breast area. She put on her Harry Winston ring, sprayed some perfume and we descended the stairs together. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We walked into one of the reception rooms where all of the guests, including Oscar and Elliot's family, were stood sipping Champagne which Gabrielle and I were handed. Elliot's father said "Oh, here they are... The McQuillan children, last as ever" Gabrielle said "Yes however, we always look the best. Surely that shows something" he laughed and we grouped with Elliot, his brother and his brother's girfriend. There was a harpist playing which was rather annoying as in my view a drum set would have been appropriate for the atmosphere. I did not want to be there at all... That was emphasised when Elliot told me (whilst in the presence of the rest of the less mature guests) "Kyle... I did attempt to tell you yesterday, however you weren't in the mood and I highly doubt it'll go down all that well. Nevertheless I shall tell you before you are told.... I have a boyfriend" he may as well have just told me he had planted a bomb in my London home. My throughts must have been written across my face as Maxwell (Elliot's brother) said "Uh oh.. I think we ought to go over here darling" Gabrielle had also turned her attention to Oscar as I heard her say "What lady from work?!" she walked towards me and he said "Oh, Gabrielle" she turned again and said "Well whilst we're on the subject; I went out last night with a few of the men from Ford and Whileminia and that man from Abercrombie who persistantly flirts with me when I go to the store. You know? The really attractive one who I slept with quite some time ago?" I wasn't looking at Elliot, Gabrielle had her back to Oscar and he was gritting his teeth. Elliot tried to say something and I replied "Just don't talk to me if you'd be so kind" he said "But why are you in this mood?" I merely replied "I stand by my previous statement. If you're ignorant with regards to what I said I'll happily repeat it." My father tapped his glass with a spoon and informed us that we may be seated. The extensive dining table had been set and each individual had a setting, I was opposite Gabrielle and next to Elliot and not far from my parents. Marvellous. I didn't speak or look at anyone. Gabrielle's expression mirrored mine and she shrugged Oscar away as he attempted to talk to her. Once the meal had been served my father stood at the end of the table and made some irrelevant speech which I didn't listen to a word of, my mother was staring at me throughout however I purposely avoided her eyes. When they finally met she mouthed sorry and a small tear trickled down her cheek. I on the other hand remained stern and showed no sign of affection nor forgiveness. What a pleasant atmosphere! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we had finished the four courses the males went for drinks whilst the ladies withdrew to the reception room. I on the other hand excused myself and made my way upstairs; as I reached the first floor I heard another pair of shoes on the marble stairs and shouted "Don't you even contemplate following me!" however it was Gabrielle and I apologised, she questioned what I was doing and I said "I don't exactly know, I'm in a foul mood. This is the last place I want to be. I might just get a flight back to London..." she said "I don't even want to go there. Everyone's annoying me. Shall we just go? I don't care... I'll go and say we have a flight to catch and excuse us. Pack me a case of clothes and order a car" she came running back and said "Let's go to Mammoth!" That was the first thing that made me smile in the past two days. I packed Gabrielle's winterwear and sunglasses and when she returned she packed underwear and other belongings and then closed the cases she hadn't yet unpacked since arriving and called for housekeeping to come and collect them. My father entered the room and said "Where on earth do you think you're going? We are hosting for guests, you cannot just leave" Gabrielle said "Well we're hardly the life and soul of the party!" Her cases were collected and we left without further ado, stopping off at The Plaza where I packed prior to proceeding to JFK where we purchased tickets and departed for LAX. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"><span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica">There was a car waiting for us upon arrival and we decided we'd remain in Beverly Hills for one night before driving to Mammoth the following day. There was a BMW X6 at the house along with Gabrielle's car thus it was not an issue. Each of us sent a few messages whilst we made our way to Beverly Hills and decided to go on a night out. Kayleigh was in her spectacular house in </span>Carpinteria where the guest house alone sleeps 9. Being American she was playing host to her entire family and said "My brother, for some unknown reason, has been allowed to come from school in England to celebrate thanks giving and it has caused me great pain. I want to come to Mammoth! Oh sod it I shall." She then bellowed "Dad, have a helicopter come and collect me immediately if you will and take me to Beverly Hills. Kyle I shall be there within the hour my dear. See you shortly..." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">After having slept for quite some time I sent a message to Stephen... The man who, seeing as he is the only person who has gained the title of 'boyfriend' from me - a title which lasted a mere two days in which time I cheated twice, is incredibly good looking, well endowed and excellent in bed. I suppose he's a subordinate equivalent of me haha. He replied saying <i>Back in the city? It's been a while. I would say I've missed you but there's been more men for me in your absence. I'll be round shortly... I hope you're ready. We're making up for lost time! </i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><i></i><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">I seem to forget the logical thought path behind allowing Stephen to be my boyfriend when we're apart. On the contrary, when we're reunited and we're (I would say between the bed linen however we cannot always contain ourselves) the recollection comes rushing back as I bite my lip and twitch through sheer pleasure. As a result of this I passed on going on a night out and opted instead to stay in with Stephen, each time we had finished and went to watch a film in the media room we would commence once more. Between the hours of 12pm and 3am we had made a full circuit of the house, including the kitchen media room, poolside, spa and staircase haha. When Gabrielle returned to the house with Kayleigh she woke us both shouting "Kyle there is a foul aroma of sex in this house you repulsive specimen" we both laughed however were far too exhausted to do much else. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">The following morning I jumped out of my skin when Gabrielle stood at the foot of my bed and shouted "ROAD TRIP!" I rolled onto my front to shield my eyes and told her to go away. She then whipped the covers off me and screamed when she witnessed my bare behind shouting: "My eyes! My eyes!" as she charged from the room haha. I was certainly awake. Stephen had already left which was perfect and I went downstairs to join the girls for breakfast. We left before midday prior to doing so Gabrielle complained about taking the X6 over her Lambourghini, my reply was "Well if you wish to drive that in snow and up mountains then by all means do so. I shall not be joining you and I shall just ring mountain rescue now and tell them to look out for an expensive automobile sliding backwards down a hill." With all of our skis in the car and several suitcases we departed with the music to it's fullest and sang for the first two hours. The novelty then wore off and we were bored. Kayleigh said "We could have got a helicopter or a plane here" Gabrielle replied "I know but I wanted a road trip. I was quite wrong in thinking it'd be fun. I'm bored off my head, I've got pins and needles, my bladder is about to explode and we look like we're in the exact location where The Hills Have Eyes was filmed." We stopped when we had the opportunity and Gabrielle took the chance to stretch, drop into splits, everything else which is completely normal behaviour at a roadside haha. Some men spoke to Kayleigh and Gabrielle as they passed and I heard Gabrielle say "Please don't talk to me." They walked into the powder room and came running out seconds later. I stared at them in confusion and asked what was wrong, Kayleigh shouted "You need to clean your feet to come back outside. It's repulsive. It'd be more hygienic to urinate here on the ground. I'd rather not go." The men were laughing and said "What's the matter? No plush towels for you guys?!" Kayleigh shot back "Listen, we're not from the same background. A foul stench and urine on the floor with malfunctioning taps is probably the norm for you however for us it's quite evidently not" he said "and how the fuck do you know that?!" she just stared at him and said "You're driving a battered, vintage trailer and your clothes are dirty. Please." We just got back into the car and continued on our journey. They both fell to sleep at one point and the roads were completely clear. I didn't realise however Gabrielle woke up and said "Jesus Christ Kyle how fast are you going?! The entire exterior is just one great blur!" I looked down and yes, I was going 140mph and my foot was almost flat. Kayleigh then woke up too and said "Jesus Christ we are going fast. That said, there is absolutely nothing we could possibly crash into and I am now in pain I need the toilet so much." I put the car in cruise control to maintain the high speed and our arrival came much quicker than expected. Kayleigh's father had managed to acquire us a chalet to reside in rather than a hotel which was conveiniently located and both of them charged in, leaving me with all of the luggage. I was not wearing appropriate footwear in the slightest and the snow was past ankle deep. Once inside I was immediately aware that the festive season was approaching, a range of pastries cookies etc. had been prepared for us and the fire was lit and the snow was piled high outside the window.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">We remained in Mammoth Mountain for over 10 days before returning to Beverly Hills. I was now speaking to my parents again and they had invited Gabrielle and I to their work Christmas celebration which was being held in the hotel they saved from liquidation in Las Vegas. All of their employees from London and New York were being flown on jets to the hotel where they would be accomodated before having a three course meal and a night out. This wasn't really all that appealing to me if I'm completely honest. My parents flew directly to Las Vegas and Gabrielle caught a flight from LAX. Once I was alone in Beverly Hills (after having slept with Stephen again, several times, of course) I decided I was somewhat bored and got as much luggage as feasably possible into Gabrielle's Lambourghini and set out on another 'road trip' (otherwise known as an enduring alternative to flying) to Las Vegas. I had my ipod on as loud as the car allowed and sang for the duration enjoying a completely clear run to Las Vegas; my foot, once more to the floor. It goes without saying that it was a lot more enjoyable in a Lambourghini as opposed to a Bmw 4x4. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">I checked into my suite two story suite which was a mere stones throw from Gabrielle's and went to my parent's suite to inform them of my arrival. Gabrielle came walking down the corridoor as I knocked on their door and said "I have a key dear." We entered and saw the array of clothing which was scattered on the floor leading in the direction of their staircase and we immediately closed the door. Disgusting. I turned to Gabrielle and said "Punish them through excessive shopping?" "Without further ado, let me get changed" After going into her suite she came out wearing a pair of Harem pants from Vivienne Westwood, a cropped top from Halston, a pair of Lanvin heels and her Hermes Himalayan bag which I spent well over £50,000 on as a gift for her on her 21st. We shopped continuously in all of the designers, purchasing shoes, bags, clothes, toiletries, luggage... After the third shop Gabrielle was complaining of needing the toilet and went to her suite, taking some of the bags with her. When she returned she looked a little sheepish and said "Erm.. Kyle" I just stared at her, dreading what was about to follow when she said "I appear to have just smashed the table in my suite" I thought I had misheard her and said "Pardon?" she said "Well it was a mistake, I was running in and I just threw all of my bags, forgetting that there was a wooden cosmetic case in there which landed on the glass table with considerable force and smashed it" I didn't quite know what to say and asked "Well what did you do?" she replied "Well I went to the toilet first, I was simply bursting, and then I checked none of the glass had gone into my bags and damaged my garments and things and then left" I questioned "And then left? What remains may I ask?" she replied "Erm, a rather large pile of glass and the table legs on top of it, my shopping is on the side though so that isn't damaged" I had lost hope so I merely replied "Yes Gabrielle.." We continued shopping and then returned to our suites where we began getting ready. Gabrielle had hairstylists and makeup artists in her suite whilst in mine I just faced the question of which suit? I decided on wearing an outfit from Dolce & Gabbana consisting of a dark metallic blue shirt, a cut off grey tie and grey pants with a black belt. I put on a watch from Bulgari and a ring from Tiffany's and went to Gabrielle's room. She was stepping into a black dress when I entered which was strapless with ruffle detailing and a short peplum with a large black ruffled train only at the back. The piece was from Balmain and I didn't even question the price. I asked "How on earth do you plan on going clubbing in such a garment Gabrielle? Are you going to merely detach the train?" she gasped and said "Kyle! That would be like scribbling on the Da Vinci!" "Scribbling on what sorry?" she replied "The Da Vinci, that painting in the Louvre! It's a saying isn't it" I just nodded, knowing full well that she actually meant The Mona Lisa however I could not be bothered trying to explain, she went on "I have this dress which I purchased today from Gucci to wear once we have eaten. Me and Mum are going out together." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">When we arrived downstairs we were seated along with a few of their most senior members of staff, possibly the only few we had encountered previously and I was struck by the amount of employees they had. The room was abundant. My parents finally entered, my mother wearing her Antonio Beradi black dress which had a chiffon drape from one shoulder and my father a suit. The meal commenced as they were seated and by the time we had finished the first of four courses Gabrielle and I were both bored. Our parents were talking about things we did not understand in the slightest and instead I was texting friends under the table, attempting to acquire knowledge on who was in Las Vegas. Ellie replied to my message asking me to ring her so I excused myself from the table and did so. She told me of how long it had been since she had a good night out due to having her daughter and then said "Oh I do not care. It's one night I shall fly back the following day to avoid missing her too much. I shall charter a jet and get everyone to Vegas. I am reffering to a large jet, I intend on making this an excellent night darling. I shall ensure you're kept informed. Have a nice night." I returned to the mind-numbing inposition which didn't last much longer. Once all of the tables had been cleared my parents made a little speech which finished with "Now for the rest of this evenings celebrations you are entitled to free entry and a bottle of champagne upon presenting the club with the company name in the nightclubs which have been noted in the envelope on each of your tables. What's more there are limousines awaiting you all outside the hotel" my father then spoke and said "oh and may I just say: gentlemen, hands off my daughter and ladies... Do what you please with my son." Each and every head turned towards us and me and Gabrielle forced smiles knowing full well that each of us secretly wanted the floor to open up and consume us. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">After Gabrielle and my mother had changed, the four of us took a chauffeur to a nightclub called Pure where we became increasingly intoxicated. Before we knew it Gabrielle and I were sat staring, mortified, at our parents who simply would not stop kissing one another. With that and the risk of our social lives going up in flames we parted ways... I went elsewhere with my father whilst my mother and Gabrielle remained. We went to one nightclub and my father was purchasing drinks for girls and we received such comments as "You two are by far the hottest pair in here!" "Fucking gorgeous the pair of you!" Once we decided to leave there he suggested we went to the Playboy nightclub. I of course declined and he said "Oh not to worry Kyle. You just stare at my beautiful behind whilst I admire theirs" I hit him and said "You repulsive old man! You are married you complete imbecile. No. End of discussion" we then went elsewhere. It was in there that I arrived at the bar where 2 lines of 10 shots were before my father. A line each. That was quite a mistake. Within five minutes my balance was non-existant and I was screaming at my father saying "What on earth have you given me?" Meanwhile he stood finding the situation hysterical. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">However the tables turned and by the end of the night I was more or less carrying him. We walked through the hotel, his arm around my shoulder and I supported his dead weight, listening tell me he loved me umpteen times and how he's lucky to have such an incredible family. I could barely stand myself thus I imagine we weren't a pretty sight. When we arrived on our floor we found Gabrielle and my mother sat side by side, like ladies with their ankles crossed and their palms folded on their laps fast asleep. I immediately erupted in a fit of laughter when I set eyes upon them and Gabrielle woke saying "Morning" recognising no fault in what she said. My mother then also woke and slurred "Oh Gordon Benett Gabrielle. We must have dozed off for a moment. Harold, please be so kind as to remove these shoes, I am experiencing excruciating pain." It was like watching someone try to squeeze blood from within a stone haha. My mother took the shoes off herself and then Gabrielle insisted that my father carried her to her room. I imagine that too was an ordeal however I cannot remember. I do recall my father saying "Camilla, Kyle tried to make me go to The Playboy club with him. Filthy child. Of course I refused, I only have eyes for you my love!" They kissed once again and he placed Gabrielle down, he then said "and you my princess, come here" and kissed her several times until she was prying his face from hers. Of course, it was then my turn, he turned and tackled me to the ground, rolled me onto my front whilst I hurled insults at him and then he said "Tell me you love me!" I was half laughing, half wishing I could feasibly punch him in the face then I said "Get off you hulking imbecile!" I then had my arm twisted up my back and I was forced to shout "I love you!" Three times before he allowed me to go and mother hit him with her shoes. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">A couple of days passed before Ellie's jet arrived complete with 13 friends. Elliot and Lee occupied the two other bedrooms in my suite and Kayleigh, Chloe and Kelly joined Gabrielle. Lee said "Oh this is marvellous, sharing a room with you too. Oral sex galore for Lee!" I replied "Not quite seeing as Elliot now has a boyfriend" Lee laughed and said "Oh I know, I heard you took it excellently sexual. What ever will you do for frequent intercourse at the drop of a hat now?" I replied "You say it as though this predicament is going to make a difference. I also intend on doing all I can to separate them" Gabrielle entered along with Elliot and Lee gave her a hug (squeezing her bum as he did so of course) he then said "Oh I know, it is quite alarming the amount of people who are going over to the other side" Gabrielle asked "What? More homosexuals?" I replied "No you imbecile, more ludicrous couples such as yourself and Oscar and that idiot" I motioned towards Elliot who replied "Lovely to see you too after speaking to you so much on the phone and receiving all those replies to my phone calls" Lee interrupted and said "Please be quiet. I refuse to listen to the pair of you squabbling like bitches for the duration of my stay. Now, will you be joining me so I can go down to the pool and stare at women?" I told him I would join him yet I would devote my attention to his crotch he then said "Or on the other hand we could stay here and you could perform your marvellous oral sex on me. I don't know which I'd prefer - a gay man pleasuring me or gaining pleasure from the amazing breasts of Las Vegas?" I replied "We shall do that upon our return" His face lit up and he said "Wooo! Kyle has the spirit. I love Vegas!" he smacked my behind and Gabrielle said "You are disgusting" I shot back "You're ugly" to which Lee retorted "She's incredibly attractive to the straight eye I'll have you know. She is disgusting for having a boyfriend though who she doesn't do so much as cheat on!" </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">When the evening came everyone met in one of the bars in the hotel, obviously the males arrived a considerable amount of time prior to the females however one could say that their preparation time was evident. Gabrielle wore an Oscar de La Renta high necked black dress which she'd had shortened because 'she didn't quite feel sexy' which had ruffle detailing down the centre, Kayleigh was wearing a Chanel dress, Kelly a Herve Leger skirt with a plain top and some Python shoe boots, Ellie was wearing a short dress with a pair of thigh high boots both from Cavalli then came Elliot, looking more divine than ever in a very low v-neck jumper and metallic skinny trousers. It must've been written all over my face as at least 3 people were grinning at me. I just wanted to rip it all off him there and then however I was supposed to be in a mood and he had a boyfriend... Not that that was going to stop me. The fact that he looked completely and utterly gorgeous put me in a mood. I don't know whether it was with him or his boyfriend, who ever that may be. I then heard Gabrielle shout "No Dad, that is not a lot of money taking into consideration the garment! ... Don't be so miserable! Yes it's wearable! ... Sixty thousand euros Dad, not pounds.... Well what's done is done and if you don't mind I would much rather skip this conversation as we all know you are going to agree to it eventually and besides I am about to go out so good evening and I love you." She hung up the phone looking somewhat flustered and I questioned what the conversation is about, she replied "he was just found out that I spent sixty thousand pounds on a dress" I began my inevitable tantrum and she said "Oh do be quiet. It's for Mum as a gift from both of us" I replied with a mere "Oh" and she said "It's Jean Paul Gaultier couture... I don't suppose you had bought her anything had you?" That was a yes actually haha. We continued to wait and whilst we did so I became more annoyed by the fact that Elliot looked so nice. I excused myself and text Gabrielle telling her to tell everyone I was going to change because I had accidentally spilt my drink. I returned wearing a knitted scoop neck jumper from Oak Nyc with a pair of coated Gucci jeans, military boots from Dolce & Gabbana and my diamond encrusted Chanel J12. With the scoop being fairly deep my entire chest was on show and the top was also fairly tight around my upper arms. A perfect, seductive outfit. I saw Felicity as I made my way to the lift who said "You look a little, erm... Different" I laughed and said "Granted, it's not the usual shirt and tie choice however it is my attempt of shall we say... Turning Elliot on" she smiled and said "Well I don't doubt you'll do that my friend. You've certainly done something for me. I heard of your view on his new relationship status. I didn't expect anything less if I'm honest." Everyone had arrived by the time we regrouped and Lee winked at me upon seeing my outfit Elliot too was smiling however I didn't mirror his. He was fully aware of what I was doing...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">We dominated the VIP section of one club and had a thoroughly enjoyable time. Ellie was having drinks brought to the table continuously and I'd barely finished one when I would receive another. Gabrielle was drunk by her second beverage where as everyone else took a little while longer. As I became a little more intoxicated I took to the dance floor with the rest of my peers. We had all messaged a few friends since being here and they too had joined us, in particular, several dancers who Gabrielle is a friend of. They were attractive! For some annoying reason they devoted all their attention to Gabrielle and danced with her. It wasn't until later, when she introduced them to me, that I was the centre of their attention (or at least the homosexual ones.) As I danced for a while, Elliot with his back to me, Kelly approached me and said "Do it!" she then turned around and continued dancing with two extremely good looking men. I advanced upon Elliot and placed my crotch close to his behind, my hands on his lower abs and breathed on his neck. He twitched his neck in a peculiar fashion and then turned around. I slid my hand over his bum and bit my lip, he smiled and said "Kyle, please refrain from-" I began to kiss his neck and pulled him in closer towards me. I made my way up his neck and then whispered in his ear, I could feel his crotch expanding and I said "Let's get a car" he took my bum in his hands, caressed it somewhat and said "You're a swine" and lead me out of the club. There were no chauffeurs only limousines thus we got into one and asked to be taken to our hotel. Need I say that we could not wait that amount of time. More or less as soon as the doors were closed I was straddled on top of him and then he threw me backwards onto the floor (yes, it hurt) he said "Shut up you little brat" and removed his top and jumped on top of me, he said "You always get your own way somehow." I laughed as he kissed his way town my body however the laughter soon took the form of another sound of pleasure... </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">We never left the confines of that limo and when we had finished I sent a message to Gabrielle asking where she was. She told me they were still in the same club we had left them in and we met them there. Everyone had returned to the vip section and upon walking in several, exceedingly drunk friends, clapped and Lee shouted "Sexual got his own way yet again!" As I commenced drinking once more the rest of the night is a slight haze. I do recall sleeping with one of those phenomenal dancers, who, in the morning asked for my number prior to leaving I said "Not only do you wake me up but you then have the audacity to ask for my mobile number. Just take it from me, this morning could not go much more downhill" he left without another word. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">We all took a flight to London the following day feeling somewhat worse for wear. Each of us slept for the entire journey home and were completely exhausted upon arriving in London. Lee and Kayleigh stayed at my parents vacant house along with Gabrielle and myself whilst the others returned to their apartments/houses. The following day my parents arrived in the city for work and I woke to find the Range Rover gone, as was the Audi Q7 and I had a message from Gabrielle saying <i>I've taken your Cayenne due to the snow. My cars just simply aren't adequate.</i> They all knew I had intentions of going to see my horse on that day yet insist upon taking each of the 4x4's due to the bad weather. I was therefore left with no other option than to take one from the garage. I decided on my mother's Porsche and drove it out of London towards the countryside. As always, I went a little faster once on the country roads however on this particular occasion I completely forgot that the roads were icy and hadn't been gritted. The car slipped on a patch of Black Ice and began to spin in circles on the road, my heart was pounding however I gradually slowed as I went off road yet hit the rear of the car on a fence which severely dented the complete rear of the car. After confirming that I was well and truly alive I continued on my journey, rode my horse and then made the journey home, placing the car in the underground garage beneath my parent's house. I hadn't yet told my mother or my father of my accident as they're never in the best of moods when I ring them at work anyway. I fell asleep watching the television with Maddox sprawled accross me and woke to the noise of heels rapidly making their way through the house followed by "Kyle McQuillan!" I pretended to be asleep. "Please explain to me why the entire rear end of my car is smashed and one side has an enormous scratch!" I replied "Oh don't worry mother I'm fine!" she replied "Yes I can see that, my car isn't! This is probably due to you driving too fast again isn't it!" My father then came onto the ground floor and said "Camilla, what on earth has happened to your car?!" he entered the reception room where I was lay on the chaise longue and witnessed my mother stood over me and said "Oh for crying out loud Kyle! It's one thing after another with you children" Gabrielle came running up the stairs crying and almost screaming shouting "Mum, mum!" We all turned to the door and she sprinted in in her heels, ran towards her and engulfed her saying "Are you ok? Are you hurt?" my mother said "What on earth are you talking about?" Gabrielle stood upright and said "Your crash. I feared for your health then mother!" she said "I haven't had a crash" Gabrielle let go of my mother and said "Oh, well I think your car may have been vandalised because it's quite severely dent-" I interrupted and said "We know" she laughed and said "Oh... So you're the culprit. You just push them further and further towards their well behaved child and away from yourself don't you" my father's phone rang and he left the room. A few minutes later he came in and looked at me and Gabrielle, I looked at her rapidly thinking what we could have done then he said "That was Jackie. I have a bill on my credit card for twenty-five thousand pounds from Vegas" crap, how much did we spend in that club? "It was charged from the hotel" perhaps not then "Because one of you smashed a one of a kind table which was in one of your rooms. It was an exquisite piece of furnishing apparently which was unique to that suite" I turned my head to Gabrielle, smiled and said "What was that you were saying Gabrielle? Just remind me if you'd be so kind" she started crying again and ran over to my father and hugged him saying "I'm so sorry Dad, it wasn't intentional it was a complete and utter accident" my father just hugged her back and said "Oh don't worry about it Darling, it's fine" I stood up and exclaimed "What?!" Gabrielle's tears miraculously dissappeared and she said "Kyle sit down. You know I'm the favourite, it's one rule for me remember and another for you" My mother shouted "Gabrielle!" I exclaimed "So I get shouted at for something which occurred as a result of the weather whereas Gabrielle's 'accident' occurred simply because she's unbelievably thick and finds it challenging to think let alone think of the consequences of throwing a wooden box onto something glass!" My father shouted "Your sister is not thick!" I replied "Ok... Special needs" and then me and Gabrielle just bickered, hurling insults at one another until my father shouted "Ok! Be quiet please. The car and the table will get paid for. End of story, let's not discuss it any further. Now just sit down." After sitting and having tea brought to us by the house keeper my mother asked where we would like to go for Christmas she said "Well the presents are currently in Connecticut after being sent there from Aspen and The Hamptons, however I wasn't sure whether or not to have them sent elsewhere. Paris maybe? The Hamptons? Barbados? What about the Vineyard in Italy?" It was said with such enthusiasm however Gabrielle and I groaned and said "Definitely not the vineyard! It makes me suicidal" My father suggested "The castle in Ireland?!" Gabrielle said "Oh and spend Christmas sitting up every night getting haunted by ghosts? No thank you." I told them I enjoyed Aspen the previous year but Gabrielle shot that idea down saying she refused to go to the same place on two consecutive years. My father suggested Beverly Hills yet I didn't really want to spend Christmas day anywhere warm then Gabrielle said "My house in Malibu?!" I reminded her of what I had just said and my mother replied "Well I would quite like to spend it in New York personally in the townhouse. In my view Thanksgiving was nice, well the setting was perhaps - not the celebratory meal its self. Although that said it has been a considerable amount of time since we've been to The Hamptons and that's a lovely home, as is Connecticut. Oh I can't decide."</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">Between then and Christmas I received messages from my mother saying <i>The presents have remained in Connecticut, we're spending it there. </i>And then Three days later <i>A change of plan. We're going to the Hamptons.</i> Followed by <i>A further change of plan. We are now spending Christmas in the Townhouse. Decision made. Catch a flight as soon as possible dear x </i>which I received on the day before Christmas eve. I immediately booked a flight which left that day and went to pack my belongings and the gifts which I had purchased. I arrived at Heathrow in good time to find that my flight was cancelled due to the weather. Marvellous! I telephoned my mother to inform her and she said "Oh you as well. Your father is on his way back from Japan, your sister is stranded in Paris and I'm here in New York with Jake" (the chef who lives in London yet gets flown around the world, he and his wife and children are also spending Christmas in New York in a penthouse of a hotel, enabling him to prepare Christmas Dinner for our family) she began to stress so I told her I would deal with the matter. I approached the help desk and asked whether there was any chance of my flight leaving on that day. She said "As of yet I think it may be in the morning sir. We apologise for any inconveinience" I asked whether any of the other airports were available to fly from and she said "The majority in the north of England are operating as normal" I told her to refund my ticket and I left the airport, taking a chauffeur back to my house. I considered the amount of luggage I had and that I needed to get to Manchester/Liverpool fairly quickly and so decided on taking Gabrielle's Ferrari. The car was quite literally piled with luggage and I began my journey. I telephoned Jackie on the way who was spending Christmas in our Dubai home and told her to book me a jet from Manchester Airport. The motorways were clear of snow and ice thus I was able to do the journey in just over three hours. I placed the car in the long stay carpark and was greeted in the airport. I went directly to my plane and strapped myself in for a lonesome journey to JFK. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">My Parents, Gabrielle and I spent Christmas eve watching The Nutcracker in New York. Gabrielle and my mother enjoyed it an awful lot more than my father and I did. I became bored after the first forty minutes and I think my father was trying his hardest to keep his eyes open. Of course Gabrielle came out with comments such as "Oh her turnout was positively horrendous" "... she and I danced together when I attended a summer school here in New York, she was exceptional then" and then the entire journey home she said "Oh I want to perform the nutcracker again" and then burst into tears, questioning whether or not she had 'lost it.' I was sick to death of Ballet by that point thus I had no sympathy what so ever. It's always good to see that the Christmas sprit hasn't resulted in me becoming a pleasant person or anything haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">On Christmas morning we congregated in the drawing room which was abundant with gifts all with co-ordinating wrapping paper adhering to this year's theme of black and white. My mother had purchased a gift for my father from all of us seeing as Gabrielle and I were at a loss. It was the new Mazeratti. Gabrielle received yet another extortionately priced piece of jewellery, this time being an amazing Blue diamond ring of 6 carats set in platinum. Gabrielle gave my mother her couture from us and she recieved a Sapphire ring from Vancleef & Arpels, courtesy of my father. It was then my turn and after everyone having received their main gifts and me sat with a pile of bags, clothes and shoes I wasn't all that satisfied. I was then given a smaller box and a smile began to emerge. It was either a car or a house... I opened the box to find the keys for an Aston Martin attached to a Louis Vuitton keyring. It was the one-77! I almost knocked my father unconscious when I pounced on him and pulverised my mother's bones when I hugged her in thanks haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">Whilst Jake prepared dinner my family and I went on a horse and carriage around the park, when they proposed the prospect I said "What an unnecessary cliché" only to be told to stop being so cold haha. We all put on jeans and fur (apart from my father) and made our way to the park. Upon finding a carriage Gabrielle was about to climb in in her heels when she saw the blankets which were provided. She stopped dead and jumped back out leaving the rest of us wondering what on earth she had seen, she then said "Move that blanket.. Dad get rid of it now! It's probably riddled with Pleuracy" I said "That's a chest infection you imbecile, how do you expect to catch that from a blanket?" she shouted "Well leper then" I corrected her "Leprosy Gabrielle and I doubt you can catch that from a blanket either" she told me to shut up and got in. When we had all sat down I stared at the seat which she was sat on and then bollowed "Oh my god Gabrielle! What's that!?!" and pointed to it, it was nothing, however I achieved what I intended and she screamed whilst jumping to her feet. My father found it amusing in addition to myself however Gabrielle merely kicked me in my shins and took her seat once more haha. We returned to the townhouse and the hair and makeup people came to aid my sister and mother in getting ready whilst I took a shower and changed into my Gucci suit. I went downstairs into the kitchen in search of food and, just to be polite, asked Jake if he'd like me to help, he just stared at me and said "Would you like food poisoning?" </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">Dinner was served at 3, my mother wearing a black halter neck evening gown which was embellished in swarovski crystals by Julien Macdonald and Gabrielle was wearing a sparkly gold Donna Karan floor length gown; my father and I both in shirts in pants. With the three courses prepared and merely waiting to be served, Jake left to go and join his own family for Christmas dinner and left us in the capable hands of housekeeping. The food was delicious and once we had finished my mother said that Elliot and his family were joining us from Connecticut for the evening. They were already in their helicopter making the journey to Manhattan. My immediate thoughts were of the subject of intercourse obviously and the prospect of having it on Christmas day brought a smile to my face. As we ate I began to think about the car I had received. The deal which me and my father had made involved me getting the car as a result of getting a job (something which I qualified for yet never pursued) as that is why Gabrielle got her Lambourghini. Hence, I should have got something additional. I told my parents this and my mother placed her knife and fork down, pursed her lips and looked at me. I immediately regretted saying it. Gabrielle was smiling angelically at me and said "Kyle.. The reason is obvious. I am the favourite child. I don't know how many times I need to tell you." The conversation was then dismissed by my father who said it was going to result in yet another family domestic haha. Randomly, during dessert, Gabrielle asked "Dad, who do you love more? Me or Kyle?" he said "Oh you Gabrielle" she is such a little cow. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">Elliot and his family arrived and were served wine upon entry and their coats were taken. We sat and talked in the reception room whilst drinking and discussed our plans for New Year. I had none as of yet, despite having invitations to countless events around the world. Gabrielle then said "Well, I was contemplating having a gathering at my Malibu beach house... Perhaps making a day of it?" I encouraged her whereas my parents did quite the opposite saying "Do you recall what our house looked like post your 'gathering'" Elliot's father laughed and said "Yes I also recall it seeing as it was I who was required to go and put a stop to the event" Me Gabrielle and Elliot sat looking sheepish haha. The drinks continued being consumed and later on, for some unknown reason, I took to the Piano - something I only ever usually do for my own pleasure however on this occasion Gabrielle's shoes were off and she was dancing around in her gown, performing a variety of ballet moves. My mother began to cry a little and said "Oh this is simply divine. Exactly what the pair of you did in your youth" haha. When around 1 am arrived my mother asked whether they would like to stay; I said "Maxwell" Elliot's unbelievably good looking straight brother "may sleep in my bed if he wants" Everyone laughed with the exception of my mother who thought it was a vulgar comment and said "Oh Kyle do keep such crude remarks to yourself! Elliot I expect you will be in Kyle's room..." Maxwell unfortunately slept alone; I would have much rather slept with him than Elliot however I suppose he's a close second. Everyone was accommodated in the townhouse due to it boasting 8 bedrooms, Elliot and I attempted to be quiet in the presence of both of our families however one can only contain ones self so much whilst experiencing such pleasure haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">Post Christmas, I weighed up the pros and cons of going back to England to drive my new car. Granted I was eagerly anticipating a drive in the new automobile however I simply did not want to endure a flight there only to have to fly back to Los Angeles a few days later in order to attend Gabrielle's Malibu gathering for New Year. With that in mind I remained in New York and gradually made my way through several contacts from my little black book... Marcus, Justin, Henry, Alfie, Charles, David... </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">I have finished writing this whilst on the flight to Los Angeles from New York with several friends who are also attending Gabrielle's gathering which has become a party which ought to last the entire day. Starting from mid afternoon to post mid-night. I shall inform you as to how it went next time. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">Merry Christmas and Happy New Year chaps! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">Kyle. </p>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-57494816639674706802009-11-10T10:04:00.000-08:002009-11-10T10:31:30.266-08:00Fashion weeks...<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Hello there, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Well one sincerly hopes you have set a lot of time aside to read this post... I have attended four fashion weeks, hence, there is a considerable amount to write about. I left London on the evening of 9th September via private jet along with Kelly, Kayleigh, Chloe, Sylvie, David, an extremely pregnant Ellie, her fiancé Sam, two dogs and over 50 pieces of luggage. If course this isn't all we were taking; the majority had been sent via post prior to our flight. It goes without saying that I had indulged in countless suits amongst other garments in aid of the trip. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The nine hour flight was filled with excitement (me being the exception, sat strapped in, clutching the seat for dear life.) When we landed at JFK Kayleigh, Kelly and I got into one of the several Suv's which were waiting to collect us and left the luaggage for the baggage handlers to load into the remaining cars. Chloe, Sylvie and David meanwhile went to get a helicopter to the city. It was the morning of the 10th now, the day on which fashion week commenced and also the day of fashion's night out. Gabrielle was already in New York as were many of our other friends so as soon as our phones were turned on they went off repetitively for five minutes... I personally had 37 messages haha. We discussed what we would do that evening and accepted our invitations to parties and nights clubbing. Kayleigh then said "What the hell am I going to do with my hair? Getting a hair appointment at all this week is going to be such a challenge" I replied "Do tell me you're joking! Have you forgotten who your parents are?! Besides, my mother has flown two from London to work with their companies here in New York yet make her their main priority so if all else fails then just go to their townhouse." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we finally arrived in Manhattan the chauffeur took Kelly to The Four Seasons and then Kayleigh and I to The Plaza. The hotel where I own a residence and which is now managed by Fairmont; the chain which Kayleigh's father's company owns. Hence, my payments have significantly reduced and my status has gone beyond v.i.p. haha. We got out of the car and we greeted as "Mr McQuillan" and "Miss Barrack" before proceeding straight upstairs to freshen up. Once in my apartment, as always, I was shocked by the mess Gabrielle had created. Each time I return it is worse than the previous. On this occasion there were rollers all over the floor, dresses hanging from every single door, draping over every surface and a gargantuan makeup case along with a hairdryer and other pieces of paraphernalia were covering the dining table. Someone knocked on the door and due to me now being in a quite fowl mood I flung it open and said "Gabrielle what-" It was Elliot, I said "Oh" and continued on my rant "look at the state of my apartment!" he told me to shut up to which I replied "Pardon?" he repeated it and then began to kiss me I said "Oh ok then..." and stumbled to the bedroom. I had no sense of time however a while later, Elliot and I were on top of the bed linen, doing what you imagine we were doing when a deafening scream almost perforated my ear drum and caused both Elliot and I to jump out of our skin. I looked up to see Gabrielle standing in the doorway. I immediately rolled over so Elliot was on top of me thus to keep ones anatomy from the view of my younger sister. She stood there with her hands over her eyes still screaming, turned, walked into the door frame then stumbled out. I couldn't help but laugh and then questioned "Why is she such an imbecile?" However, me being me, I wasn't going to allow for such an insignificant glitch to put a stop to my sex life and so we continued. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Mid-afternoon, when we had finished, I went into my guest bedroom which Gabrielle had now made her own and bellowed "Hey Gabby!" Only to find that she was asleep and I had just woken her. Mistake. Huge mistake. Her eyes shot open and she screamed "What?! What could be so important that you that it is necessary to wake me?!" I sat on the bed and replied "I just wanted to see my lovely, lovely sister... Oh and Mum wants us to go to the town house in an hour" she just shouted "Well it isn't mutual. Get out!" I didn't and so I received a rather painful kick on the back of my head. I just turned and looked at her, evidently regretting what she'd just done, stood and whipped the covers off her to reveal her wearing her pyamas, then picked her up and put her over my shoulder and walked with her. Of course she was screaming her head off and hitting and kicking me and saying "Put me down you ugly brute! KYLE!" I didn't and instead walking with the screaming child to the door whilst she pulled my hair and punched me, took her through the living room, through the foyer and put her in the hallway outside my apartment and closed the door. I listened to her bang, scream and hurl insults for about five minutes until she finally gave up and went somewhere. Elliot was complaining at me telling me I was horrible however he picked up on my bad mood and stopped immediately. Wise. I turned to him and began kissing him and then, well there went my afternoon. After having slept with Elliot for the second time I located my phone to read all the messages and view my missed calls. I read a message from Gabrielle saying <i>I HATE YOU! </i>one from my father saying <i>Kyle, what you did to your sister is disgraceful. Ring me. I am not impressed! </i>Makes a change haha, then of course, Kyle isn't the devil child without a message from Mother too: <i>What on earth is wrong with you young man?! Throwing your sister out of your apartment wearing nothing other than her pyjamas leaving her with no other option other than to get a car across New York to our house. It is preposterous! You've been in New York a matter of hours and you're already causing havoc! I want you to go round to the townhouse at some point today and apologise to Gabrielle. </i>I replied <i>I'm not apologising, she brought it on herself. I am oblivious as to why she has to run and tell you. If she wasn't such an imbecile she would have thought to ask for another room in the Plaza, however, unfortunately for her, she has a complete lack of brain cells and therefore didn't. </i>There was a split second until I recieved yet another message saying <i>Do not speak about your sister like that. Your father is on his way back from the office and is coming to get you. I do not have time to deal with this. </i>At the same time as I said "Oh for crying out loud" the phone rang and reception told me my father had just arrived and was making his way upstairs. Marvellous. As I was still naked I put on a tracksuit and placed the large box of condoms in a drawer and opened the door. My father stormed in still wearing his suit from work and said "You're coming with me Kyle" I huffed and said "You are actually a joke" he said "Oh really, and why is that?" I replied "You are making out as though I have chopped off her limbs and posted them to her friends or something" where that came from I will never know haha "all I did was throw her out of my apartment" he said "Kyle, you woke her from a sleep, carried her kicking and screaming, put her outside and ignored her while she repetitively banged and asked for you to allow her back in. She phoned me from a car crying about what you had done. Not only that but I pay for this apartment so she is more than welcome to stay here. Now get what ever you need we are leaving!" While I located my ipod so that I could go for a run post world war three at my parents house I said "Well let us all just come to the mutual agreement that I am completely in the wrong here, as usual, and Gabrielle is faultless because of course she can do no wrong can she!!" I stormed past him and made my way to the elevator and heard him close the door and follow me. I was in a mood and hence, impatient so I went down the countless flights of stairs and didn't bother waiting for my father and got into a car and made my way to Carnegie Hill. Elliot messaged me saying <i>erm.. Goodbye then haha </i>I had forgotten about him. Once at my parent's townhouse I got out of the car, slamming the door behind me, and hammered on the door of their house. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The housekeeper answered with a friendly smile however I merely walked past her and followed the thuds which were coming through the floor to the lower basement. When I got down to the space which had been solely devoted to Gabrielle's dancing she was in the middle of dancing to Lady Gaga. I walked in and turned off the music when she turned and bellowed "What the hell are you doing?! Get out!" I didn't and instead retaliated with more shouting until we were stood there screaming at one another. My father walked in, now also in a mood (probably due to me leaving him at The Plaza, unaware of my whereabouts) when Gabrielle shouted "JUST GET OUT! I have no longing to speak to you!" I just did so before I punched her and said "Move" to my father and then Gabrielle turned the music back on and my father also stormed out. He called my name and I bellowed "What?!" however he said "Oh I simply cannot be bothered with this" and I got Maddox and left. After a ten mile run around the park I returned to The Plaza to begin getting ready for our night out. Exactly what I needed when in the mood I was in. Along with channelling my anger into my running I would soon be back to normal. I showered and put on a t-shirt from Burberry Prorsum and a cardigan from form along with shiny black jeans from YSL and some John Varvatos boots. Someone knocked on my door just as I was doing my hair and then opened it themselves, Kayleigh walked in with her hair in rollers and a lady following her with a suitcase and said "Don't mind me dear. My mother is driving me insane, she's going out with your mother this evening. Apparently this fashion's night out has caused havoc at Conde Nast today and you and Gabrielle have caused havoc so they are both in need of a few bottles of Champagne... Nothing out of the ordinary. I have taken this from her though" she held up a black and white dress and said "I had it taken in, and up, this afternoon... It's from Balenciaga." She sat whilst the lady I presumed to be a hair and makeup girl removed the rollers from her hair. Once done, Kayleigh slipped into her dress, stood in the mirror and said "My hair doesn't look right with the dress" the girl forced a smile and I asked "How long has your hair been in those rollers for?" she replied "Well the majority of the day, I know I'm awkward but it just doesn't look right. I look like a footballer's wife or something horrendous like that. I think I want it up." I was done in a mere ten minutes however Kayleigh was in the midst of having her hair pinned in various directions so I text Elliot, Lee and a couple of other people from New York. Within minutes I had replies from 8 people saying they would come round for pre-party drinks so I phoned room service and ordered champagne. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Within about five minutes there was a steady flow of people entering my apartment: James, Chase, Kris Kranz, Tyler McPeak, James, Danny Schwarz, Bradley and of course Elliot and Lee. When the butler handed Tyler a glass of champagne he said "Oh fucking hell Kyle. Why do you have to be so classy. I always feel like I can't sit down on the sofa when I'm in your apartment and now I'll feel low class if I ask for something like a beer haha" I replied "Have what ever you please and by all means be seated. I can assure you that plenty worse things have occurred on that couch in comparison to the way in which you chose to sit. Just this afternoon in fact" he replied "Oh.. Well I'll stand and can I have a Martini or something - I'll let my hair down while I'm playing rich kid" haha. Bradley asked whether Gabrielle would be joining us and Chase echoed his question I merely replied "I have no idea. I'm not speaking to her" Chase laughed and said "Ohhhh the siblings are at it again. She's hot though Kyle, find out if she's coming out... Those legs!" Bradley retorted "No.. Her boobs are out of this world!" I was horrified and said "I may not be speaking to her however I have no longing to hear you talk about her in such repulsive manners if you would be so kind" they laughed and said "Well Kyle, she's perfect. Even if she stayed in my line of vision my night would be amazing. Please, for a friend! I'll ensure you find someone to sleep with" Kris said "Do you not know who this man is? As if he has trouble doing so himself haha"</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After waiting for Kayleigh's hair to be finished and once the room was fumigated with hairspray we were ready to leave. It was now about half past ten and the majority of people had been out since 8 o'clock, attending events in order to publicise 'Fashion's night out.' The rest of the males and I went downstairs to The Champagne Bar where a couple of other friends were waiting: Charles and Phillip whilst Kayleigh went and met some friends at Victoria Secret. From New York's Upper East Side Charles and Phillip had a similar upbringing to I, however haven't rebelled as much, or at all in fact. I have known them for quite some time and they have both attended Harvard University before returning to New York. I introduced them to those who didn't know them and said "Are you well prepared for this night gentlemen? In the past you have stated that I am a bad influence, however, in comparison to these models, I am a saint" Phillip (Phil) replied "Well that's slightly worrying. I will probably wake in some strangers bed having no recollection of who they are or the previous night if I follow your influence Kyle" well, what could I say? haha. We sat and drank various beverages for a short while when Elliot said "Kyle, your Dad's just walked in with his friends haha" I said "Oh greaatttttt" and felt an arm wrap around me. He asked how I was however I didn't look at him and just told him I was fine, I then realised he was intoxicated when he said "You're not still in a mood about this afternoon are you?" I said "I'm not in a mood about it no. I am however in a mood with you about it still." Then, like the sheer annoyance that he is, he hugged me and said "But my baby boy!" How highly embarrassing. I could see my social life disappearing before my eyes haha. Elliot got off that phone at that point and said "We're going to meet a few people at Bugalow 8" I shouted to the bartender "Two shots of the most of expensive tequila for each of us... He'll pay" I notioned towards my father and he said "No I will not. He will" I said "Ok then, I shall" and withdrew my father's card from my wallet he glared at me and said "You are such a little swine young man. Put it away, I will pay for it later. Now leave me alone, you are cramping my style whilst I'm with the Wall Street Crowd. Be careful tonight and Kyle... Be safe" he winked at me and I died on the spot haha. How disgusting, cringe-worthy and embarrassing! We all drank what tasted like some form of toxic waste and took chauffeurs to Bugalow 8. I was extremely drunk by the time we arrived there and the night just becomes one increasing blur. I have no idea what I did thus I cannot share it with you haha. I woke in the morning lying half in half out of my apartment with the door wide open and the key in my hand still. I was fully clothed and my head had trippled in weight. I stood up and entered my apartment, closing the door behind me and looked on my phone. I had something absurd like 27 messages. One was a picture of me stood on top of a table dancing in a nightclub I don't even remember going to, another was similar only I was pulling up my t-shirt for some reason and could see three sets of hands, one on my crotch and two on my stomach, another picture was of me stood with a man against a wall kissing, another was of me topless whilst standing beside two men I didn't know, each of us groping one another's pectoral muscles and then another of me on my own kissing my bicep followed by about 9 messages with the attached picture of me lying in the doorway where I woke that morning with the taglines: <i>Absolutely amazing night. ,Kyle you fucking legend!, I had an absolute ball last night!, The best night in a long time.. Absolutely hilarious! , Why am I not surprised to see this is how you ended your night, you were positively smashed my friend! </i>Amongst others. I passed a mirror and realised my t-shirt was now on backwards (what on earth?!) and entered the bedroom to see Kelly lying there. I woke her and she burst out laughing when she saw me and I asked "Do enlighten me... What the hell did I do last night?" I waited whilst she stopped laughing and said "I don't know why you were so drunk. It was hillarious. You were dancing on tables and all sorts of things" I told her of the pictures and again she burst out laughing. I queried about the picture of me shirtless with the two other topless men and she said "Well we were on our way back here and we passed them and you informed them of how divine their physiques were and then removed your t-shirt and said 'get in a picture gentlemen, let's give these ladies a happy ending to their nights!' and they did, surprisingly" I then asked about the man I am kissing in a picture and she said "he was out with Gabrielle, he was incredibly good looking but when we got here you just collapsed in the door and he said he was only staying so he could sleep with you and you weren't in any state so he left and then I attempted to move you and couldn't so I took a picture and sent it to Elliot requesting help and he replied.." she got out her phone and showed me a message which said <i>Hahahha do be serious... I'm just walking into my hotel with a throbbing man, I'm not abandoning him to move that over-intoxicated corpse. Just leave him there, that picture is highly amusing nevertheless!</i> Becoming a recluse seemed a good option at that moment in time. We moved to the sitting room and sat talking whilst the incessant buzz of my blackberry increased the pain in my pulsing head. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I didn't even realise I had fallen asleep however I woke up, still in the sitting room feeling nothing other than a little dehydrated. I had a drink of water and decided it was probably time I had a shower and changed out of the clothes I wore the night before. When I freshened up I read the messages I had recieved during my nap. Gabrielle had said <i>Why are you such an ostentatious drunken idiot? </i>I replied saying <i>That is a question I cannot answer</i>... <i>I just do not know. </i>A little while later I went to my parent's house in Carnegie Hill to get Maddox and take him for a walk around the park, the duration of which I spent on the phone to Elliot having him enlighten me even more so on what I had done the previous night and how I resulted in being so drunk. He claimed "You just simply did not stop drinking and before I knew it you were out of control on the table top." When I returned to my parent's house my father had just returned from work and said "Oh good afternoon Kyle. Did you have a good night last night?" I had no idea but merely said "Yes I did thank you, how was yours?" he told me "Oh it was excellent thank you. Your mother was not impressed when I arrived home at half past 3 and then went ballistic when Gabrielle returned and phoned our bedroom asking what she could feasibly eat" Gabrielle entered wearing a pair of tights and a goat fur peacoat with a pair of (shock) flat Lanvin shoes carrying a Gucci holdall. She looked flustered and removed her coat to reveal her wearing nothing other than a black leotard which was semi-seethrough at the top I said "Oh.. Not quite what I was expecting you to be wearing under there" she replied "Well I'm attempting to compensate for looking like death by wearing fur dear... My feet are in absolute agony! Dad will you massage them for me" he rolled his eyes and said "Come here then princess" he asked "What is the pain due to darling? Dancing?" she replied "No, wearing flat shoes! They are so painful. I can cope during dancing because I am rising et cetra but just walking in them is unbearable." As she lifted her leg onto my father's lap I said "Oh Gabrielle.. Your feet are foul! Please go for a pedicure or something!" she said "Yes Kyle I know, you say this every time" they were truly disgusting, there was few scars, a scab at this moment in time and a nail missing. My mother entered wearing a black top and pants along with a rabbit fur snood and elbow length leather gloves she shouted "Harold" and then entered the room and began talking about things which meant nothing to Gabrielle nor I who were on our phones. When they had finished talking my mother said "Oh, we're going out for a business dinner at 8 with a few clients... Gabrielle please book a pedicure oh and while I remember, please do not ring us whilst we're asleep to ask what you can eat. Some of us do work rather than lie in until they desire and then attend a fashion show or two." I placed my head on her lap and requested that she played with my hair, she did so. Gabrielle then said "Oh Dad, look at this!" and withdrew her phone. I feared the worst and yes, he erupted into a fit of laughter as she scrolled through the images for his viewing, my mother asked what was so funny and so she passed her the phone. She didn't find it quite as amusing and said "Oh Kyle honestly, if you are going to get into such a state then I suggest you do not drink at all. Harold it isn't amusing, we ought not to encourage such behaviour" I quickly jutted "he bought me two shots when I was already drunk which contributed" before I knew it his hand was squeezing my face and he was saying "Why you little swine" I was laughing yet not enjoying it and my mother gave him a quick slap on the back of his head and said "I feel like I'm the mother of three at times. You have a lot to answer for with regards to our son Harold McQuillan. Kyle, such acts are disgraceful and shameful, please be cautious with your drinking in future." After a short while I said "Mum..." she said "Yes Kyle" while my father said "This is going to be a request for something expensive I can tell" I continued "Can I have item of fur please?" she said "I suppose so, Gabrielle's had a couple of pieces this year" my father said "He's barely worn that one we spent thirty thousand dollars on last year!" I said "Oh I forgot about that. I don't know where it is..." My father said "What?" I replied "Well I just don't know which house. I have a feeling it could be in Beverly Hills or Aspen because I took it with us when we went away for Christmas." I received a message at that point from an unknown number saying <i>Why don't we continue from where we were last night (before you collapsed in your doorway)? </i>I replied saying <i>Oh, so now you want me, yet it seems when I am lying drunk on the floor you cannot do so much as aid my friend in at least getting me into the apartment </i>he replied rather quickly saying <i>Ah, about that haha. Well we were all over one another in the car home and I was dying for sex, you of all people know! ... I'll make it up to you </i>I told him to come now and then got up from resting my head on my mother's lap and said "I am leaving. Gabrielle what are you doing tonight? Shall we go for something to eat?" I told her to arrange a reservation and inform me. My father said "Where, may I ask, are you going?" I said "To pick up from where I left off last night" my mother said "I beg your pardon? Drinking?!" I smirked and said "It is probably best that you go with that assumption mother yes" I think at that point she realised what I was reffering to and as I left I heard "Oh that boy is repulsive" along with "he has issues Harold. I am telling you" from my mother and Gabrielle who was oblivious as always asking "What's he gone to pick up?" When I arrived at The Plaza he was sitting in the foyer and approached me saying "I have just requested your room number and they told me a Kyle McQuillan doesn't live here" I laughed and said "Yes of course. If I was under that name then there would be a flow of people coming to my apartment when they crave good intercourse. If you wish to acquire my room number then you will have to provide them with my other name" once in my apartment he said "I'm Jason by the way-" I shot "Don't bore me with your life history, it's irrelevant to the task in hand" and began kissing him... </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once I had ensured Jason's actions the previous night had been compensated for I evicted him from my apartment and replied to my invitations for a night out saying <i>I think I am going to stay in tonight I'm afraid. I more than excelled myself last night. Gabrielle and I are going to Aureole so there is a possibility we shall do something afterwards. </i>I changed and Gabrielle telephoned to say she was on her way in the car. I found my wallet and phone and went to meet her. I got into the back of the car and felt incredibly underdressed, wearing pants and shirt from Tom Ford I looked like a peasant next to my sister who was wearing a silver Emanuel Ungaro puffball skirt with a see-through lace top with a black bra along with another piece of fur from Karl Donoghue this time being a rabbit wrap, a chanel handbag and a pair of Thakoon shoes which were a mosaic of cracked pieces of mirror.. Comfortable. We had a lovely time at the meal and stayed rather late (drinking water on my part.) We talked about plans for the week in addition to her boyfriend, Oscar, who was arriving that evening in New York for work, dancing... After dining we got into the car and dropped Gabrielle at Oscar's apartment, I then scrolled through my phone book for someone to spend the night with. I decided on an old friend who used to be part of our group in London before moving to New York to open a gym. His name was Joshua and was a dark haired, blue eyed, olive skinned beauty. I sent him a message saying <i>Hello there, are you free?</i> he replied saying <i>I'm having a night in with my boyfriend (please don't be too appalled) haha. Why do you ask? Require my services in satisfying your needs my friend? </i>I replied saying <i>Were you under the illusion that I was nice and just texting you to be friendly? Of course I require your services haha. My bed has been absent of your chizzled body for quite some time Joshy. Let's be honest, your boyfriend isn't going to be a patch on me now is he so I suggest you make an excuse and I shall come and collect you. I'm in the car now. </i>It wasn't long until I got another reply saying <i>You really don't have a heart do you haha. Nothing but good looks, muscle, sex drive and ego. Attractive qualities I must say, appealing too. Ok, I will. You're such a bastard, not to mention a bad influence! </i>I wasn't waiting long outside of his apartment building when he entered wearing a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a cardigan, revealing his muscled torso; my body temperature increased at that very second. He said "Why hello there. You haven't changed a single bit, only more muscle. Still arousing me upon seeing you haha. Jesus Christ.." I laughed and said "You have certainly changed! A boyfriend. What on earth?! You ought to spend more time with me in order to eradicate such idiotic behaviour" he said "Well if you got in touch more often then perhaps I would spend time with you. I sent you a message about three months ago and you never replied" I leant over and said something, bit my lip and groped his ever growing crotch. He grabbed my head and pulled me in to kiss me. I was now straddling him and he was positively erect. I didn't even realise we had stopped until the driver opened his door and stood beside ours ready to open it. I straightened myself up, attempted to smooth my hair and de-mounted him he looked at me and said "Kyle... I cannot get out of this car!" I looked down at his loose fitting tracksuit bottoms and yes, it was like a pole in a tent. I laughed and the driver opened the door. As I made my way up the steps I could hear Josh's footsteps coming behind me and he wrapped his enourmous arms around my upper body, kissed my neck and said "I'll just have to take you from behind to hide it" I laughed and said "If you insist" once in the lift we resumed our kissing when an elderly couple got in, I quickly turned around and Josh positioned me to hide his throbbing anatomy whilst I said "Good Evening" to the couple. The lady asked "Are you two here modelling in fashion week?" I said "Oh no. I'm merely here to watch the shows and attend the social gatherings - is it fashion week which brings you to the city?" we had a short conversation before they got out of the lift a few floors prior to us and wished them a "Good night." Josh and I resumed. I was half undressed by the time we got to my floor and as soon as we were in my apartment we were slamming into walls and doors, stopping for some pleasure before moving on. I think we had sex in every room that night... The following morning I was exhausted however received a sudden surge of energy when I woke to Josh kissing me and we commenced once more. I couldn't keep my hands off his back, it was utterly divine! When the time came for him to leave I stood in the doorway and kissed him and he walked a short distance, turned around, grabbed and kissed me again and then said "I'm just going to have to go otherwise I never will" I kissed him again and said "You don't have to" and he kicked the door shut. I was already breathing heavily as we kissed and groped one another so it didn't take long until I was being thrown on to the chaise longue with Josh on top of me. I immediately pushed him off onto the floor and said "Not on my white Versace furniture please" and continued. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">That night I joined Kelly, Kayleigh and Elliot at 60 Thompson's bar - Thom Bar and remained there until I could no longer prevent my eyes from closing at around 2 am. The following day, Sunday, Gabrielle went to the Donna Karan show along with a couple of other friends whilst the rest of us had a little respite before beginning preparation for Marc Jacobs' events. Not all had acquired tickets, Gabrielle and I had due to her working with him on her work placement however, regardless of whether they were going to the show or not, the majority were attending his afterparty. Gabrielle arrived at my apartment at around 4 pm and charged straight to the guest room without a word, dropping all of her belongings on the way. Whilst I was in my bedroom picking suitable garments from the ten suitcases which were scattered around my room in addition to my wardrobe someone knocked on the door. I opened it and as I expected, in came two girls with suitcases. I told them to go and take a seat in the dining room and wait for Gabrielle who would be out shortly. Fifteen minutes later she stormed into my bedroom in her knickers and bra with wet hair and said "Where on earth are my wretched hair and makeup girls?! This is absurd" I said "Gabrielle they've been sat in the dining room for the past quarter of an hour" she shot back "Oh Jesus Christ Kyle, would it have been such a difficultly for you to inform me of such things. You're so incompetent!" I could have guessed it would be my fault somehow. I decided on an outfit and went to the gym whilst my apartment turned into Gabrielle's preparation suite. I did however take a little longer than anticipated thus it was I who was then running through my apartment to the shower haha. When I was dry I came out of my room wearing only my underwear and asked whether the hairdresser would cut and style my hair, Gabrielle of course began moaning and said "Oh Kyle! She's here assisting me. Stop being such a lady and do it yourself" I told her to be quiet and sat down, just as I did so someone else knocked on the door and I went and answered it... Mother. She came in as I went and took my seat back in the dining room and she said "Why, may I ask are you both sat in your underwear? Do you have no social decency what so ever. May I just apologise on their behalf as I imagine they have not done so" I said "Is there a purpose to your visit or are you just here to moan?" she smiled at me and said "Ever so polite as always. I am sorry but it seems you always give me reason to do so. Moving on, I too am going to the show with Kayleigh's mother, I'm meeting her in the champagne bar downstairs shortly and then I think we shall see you there" it was at that moment that I realised that her hair and makeup had been done to a flawless standard and she was wearing a grey long sleeved dress with a clutch from Louis Vuitton and a pair of shoes which I also believed to be from Louis Vuitton along with her wedding ring which is hardly ever worn due to the sheer size of it. We talked for a while and then she went and took a business call and I went to change. I wore a pair of Grey pants and a cardigan from Marc Jacobs along with a shirt and shoes from YSL. I put on a Dior watch and a Louis Vuitton ring and went into the sitting area where Gabrielle was changing in front of everyone. She put on a pair of grey trousers which had a pleated skirt attached to the back along with a shoulder padded blazer from Balmain. She stood in the mirror for a moment and my mother said "Aren't you going to put a blouse on dear?" she replied "No mother I am not. I will feel completely unnattractive... This just looks positively abysmal" she walked out of the room and returned a couple of seconds later removing her blazer once more. She turned her back to me, removed her bra and said "Mum... Can you please tape my breasts" ... normal. After a couple of minutes or so they were done and Gabrielle jumped on the spot to test them and then said "Oh spiffing work mother." She put her blazer back on and was happy with how she now looked with her somewhat phenomenal cleavage haha. My mother left and prior to doing so Gabrielle shouted "I am sitting between you and Kayleigh's mum" I looked at her and asked why and she said "That way I can inform Kayleigh's mother of what I want and she can acquire it through Vogue whilst our mother can pay her. Now come and help me find shoes and jewellery." After another ten minutes we decided on a brand new pair of David Wyatt shoes, her Harry Winston ring and the $120,000 Himalayan Hermes bag which I purchased as a gift for her twenty-first birthday. Finally ready we both left and met Kayleigh downstairs and took a car to the show. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The show was amazing as expected and I could hear Gabrielle whispering throughout. At the after party Gabrielle and I passed Marc and he asked whether we enjoyed the show Gabrielle said "It was absolutely amazing. Although, I only enjoyed it from the ankle up..." he laughed and said "Yes, no heels this year Gabrielle" she said "Well as lovely as they were, flats hurt my feet" he joked about this for a while and then said "well I see you're not wearing my shoes today anyway" she smiled and said "I'm a fan of your designs marc. I'm not an obsessed groupie" he laughed and said "Good answer, good answer... Have a nice night!" And that we most certainly did! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The following day Gabrielle attended Vera Wang, Temperley and Willow with my mother before having yet another amazing night out in the city. This time we spent the majority of our night in 49 grove before going to a friend's townhouse for a rather large gathering of beautiful people. I left with Lloyd that night and slept for a couple of hours before Gabrielle waking me up slamming doors. I asked the man to leave, denied him the privilege of getting my mobile number and I went to see Gabrielle. When I entered the drawing room she was sat furiously flicking her way through Vogue. I audibly exhaled and said "What's wrong?" she slammed the magazine shut and shouted "Our mother has gone to Oscar De La Renta without me!" I just said "Oh" for which I received "OH?! That is one of the best shows in New York Kyle and she has gone without me!" her phone rang and she shouted "What?!" I listened whilst she bellowed down the phone to who I presumed to be my father and then her tone completely changed to little miss sweet and innocent and she said "Ok, I will. Thank you, I love you" I asked who it was and she said "Dad.. He told me to go shopping and treat myself to compensate for my bad mood... Come with me if you like." Now I was in a mood. If that was me who was throwing a ludicrous tantrum at my father I would have been told to grow up and stop being so immature and that they have other things to worry about besides me and my childlike behaviour, but of course, this was Gabrielle thus it is a completely different story. Especially when my father is involved. I showered and changed into a pair of distressed Diesel jeans, calf length Gucci boots, a black v-neck jumper from Armani, a charcoal Burberry snood and my Chanel J12. I got my wallet and ensured both of my parents' Black American Express' were in there and went to get Gabrielle. She was wearing a Roberto Cavalli sequinned vest with a pair of Patent leather pants from Pucci, a rabbit snood from Burberry, a pair of studded Roberto Cavalli heels measuring 5 inches high and a chanel clutch. As it was only next door, we started in Bergdorf Goodman. Upon entrance to the shoe salon Gabrielle was greeted as "Miss McQuillan." I questioned how they knew her name and she said "Well I used to come more or less everyday when I was undergoing my work placement as it was, in a sense, my corner shop and once they realised I had a black American express and had purchased every piece of footwear I admired I became a vip dear" in that store alone Gabrielle purchased six pairs of shoes and five dresses along with various items of makeup. When the shop assistant handed the bags to her she immediately passed them to me without hesitation and said "I want to have a look in Louis Vuitton next oh and I also need to go to Abercrombie and Fitch. Why don't you go and put those bags at The Plaza otherwise you're going to become somewhat overloaded aren't you?" I just stared at her in complete shock and said "Pardon? Why is it that I am burdened with your purchases? You can carry them!" she laughed and said "Kyle, don't be so absurd. I have a clutch to carry and I'm wearing heels. Ok, so run along and put those at the Plaza, I'll see you in a moment, love you, bye" and she walked off without another word haha. I left the bags with the bellboy and made my way to Louis Vuitton where Gabrielle already had someone following her in possession of a number of items and was now on her way to try on clothes. I meanwhile browsed the men's items and picked two pairs of lace ups and a pair of boots. Gabrielle telephoned me and told me to go and give my verdict on a dress she was trying on. She came out to reveal a rather peculiar yet nice dress nonetheless. I said I liked it and waited whilst she put her own garments back on and went to pay. She had purchased two clutch bags, a necklace which she was going to wear as a headband, two pairs of boots, a pair of pumps, a pair of ballerina flats, a jacket and a dress. Again, I was given the bags and we went to Abercrombie and Fitch. As always there were the undeniably gorgeous models stood in the doorway topless, posing for pictures with the tourists and I fantasised about them as always. As we passed the better looking of the two he said "Hey, Gabrielle!" she turned around, stared at him blankly for a moment then said "Oh my goodness, nice to see you again! How the devil are you?" and kissed him on either cheek. Envy. The female model turned to me and said "Hey, you two totally have the cutest accent! Are you models?" I thanked her and told her we weren't and she said "Oh well you definitely have potential in here! You look like models or celebrities or something" I entered the shop whilst Gabrielle continued to talk/flirt with the model who was effortlessly making the brand all the more attractive. I browsed the shop and purchased a few tracksuits and went to find Gabrielle, who, was still talking to the man I said "Have you been shopping yet?" she said "Kyle don't interrupt. Can you just go and buy me all the nice pairs of tracksuit bottoms there are in the women's department, size zero if they have it, if not then the next smallest. They're only for dancing so it doesn't matter all that much." When I had finally finished the task which my younger sister had set me I went back to the doorway where she had been for the past fifteen minutes and handed her her requested purchases, I asked the man whether a fellow member of staff was in work today and he said "No, not today, it's his day off.. He'd be here next to me if he was. Are you two friends?" I looked at Gabrielle and said "Where certain things are concerned we certainly go well together yes" Gabrielle slapped my arm and said "Anyway darling, we must go. Kyle why have you given me this bag, here you go. You ought to stay in touch, I'm going to Milan in a few days but I shall be back soon no doubt" she kissed him on either cheek and he winked, pointed at her and said "Stay in touch babe.. I'll see you soon hopefully. I might send you a message if I hit the town tonight or tomorrow. Try and reply" we walked back onto fifth avenue and I told her "I would love you more if you were to sleep with him behind Oscar's back" she said "Kyle, what a stupid suggestion, Oscar is far superior to him when it comes to looks and what's more - you haven't seen him with his top off. Oh Kyle, Kyle, Kyle" I replied "You are wasting your life away with that man. Why you chose to have a boyfriend I will never know. Surely you aren't contemplating a future with him thus it is an utter waste of time. You're twenty-one and ought to be having fun, with males such as the one we've just spoken to. That said, be sure to take a picture of Oscar next time he's naked in your presence. I'm so intrigued. He is extremely good looking I shall agree with you. I might see if he'll come to the gym with me sometime and watch him in the shower hahah" she exclaimed in horror and said "Kyle don't you dare do such a thing. I know your foul traits and you would not resist and attempt to seduce him and then I would never speak to you again" we were now in Gucci and I said "Gabrielle... You would honestly not understand your brother's impulsive needs-" she retorted "Oh Kyle be quiet. Hands off, end of story. That man in Abercrombie is gorgeous nonetheless..." We shopped endlessly until we could no longer possibly carry any bags. Of course, I had fifteen times the amount Gabrielle was carrying seeing as she only had one hand full and claimed she couldn't carry anymore and so we returned to The Plaza. As we entered my father got out of a chauffeur and said "Gabrielle, Kyle..." he was dressed down in jeans and shirt and said "I'm going to Las Vegas for a few days for business. I just wanted to say bye to you both as you will probably be in Milan by the time I return." Gabrielle hugged and kissed him whilst I merely wished him a safe journey and said goodbye however, he joked "Erm, excuse me you little swine of a boy. Thousands you have probably spent at my expense today and you don't even have the curtesy to give your father a hug and kiss before he leaves" I smiled and said "Yes, quite right" yet as always, much to my dismay, I was engulfed in his arms and kissed repetitively on the face. Gabrielle went to dance for the rest of the afternoon whilst Elliot came round to entertain me followed by a ten mile run around the park with Maddox. My mother text me that afternoon and said <i>Darling, as ludicrous as it may sound. Would you be so kind as to stay here tonight. I simply despise being in this house alone </i>I told her I would do so however I was going out that evening, she replied <i>Oh that's fine, I think I am going out with a couple of the ladies also, I am quite inclined to return to Bijoux in The Meat Packing District. Be sure to leave Maddox in the townhouse with Martha.</i> Martha was the housekeeper, I can imagine the fun Maddox has with her haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">That night I didn't stay out late and returned to my parent's townhouse, quite drunk, with Elliot. I made a hideous attempt of opening the highly secured front door before finally gained entrance and stumbled up the many flights stairs. I went to inform my mother of my return home and returned to my bedroom for a few hours of fun with Elliot. At around half past two I recall getting an internal phone call from my mother who said "Kyle, is that you banging? What are you doing?" I attempted to disguise my laughter and took advantage of her lack of common sense, telling her I was attempting to locate the box for my shoes in my wardrobe haha. The following day when I left the hotel of another intercourse partner the occupant of a limousine lowered his window and called my name. I didn't know who he was thus I merely waved and continued with the message I was typing whilst awaiting the arrival of my car when he shouted "You sleep with me on consecutive days for a week and then all I receive is a wave?" I laughed and he added "You're Kyle McQuillan, what else did I honestly expect... Get in if you like. We shall take you to where you're going." Primarily I declined and told him I would wait however it was raining and so after a little persuasion I agreed. Once in the car I merely verified the notion that I had flawless taste when it came to males. He was perfection! Wearing a tailored suit, sat with his legs open, his broad figure, dashing smile and chizzled features gave me a great desire to rip the clothes from his body however I resisted. We exchanged small talk when he said "You honestly do not remember our week of mind-blowing passionate sex do you?" correct "You are the only male I have ever slept with and what a lasting memory you gave me..." I laughed and questioned "Was I the best you ever had?" he smirked leaned closer and said "Undoubtedly..." We paused for a moment whilst my mind told me 'do not do it, an utter low class cliché for one to have intercourse in a limousine' yet, as we are all aware, I think with my penis - not my head so I leant in and kissed him. His hands were immediately in my hair and on my body whilst I unbuttoned his shirt and removed his tie, gradually kissing his torso as I went down, removed his belt and... An hour or so later, we were still driving around the city, as instructed, whilst our garments were scattered around the interior of the automobile and we gripped the seats and handles whilst performing various acts upon one another. Once finished I was unable to locate my underwear and had no choice other than to just put on my jeans and leave the car exhausted, sweaty and burnt from the carpet to return to my apartment...`</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">A couple of days later after nights out in the likes of Kiss & Fly, Pink Elephant, RdV, The Stone Rose Lounge, The Anchor and other various venues my friends and I flew to Milan via jet for Moda Donna. It was an evening flight and due to my fear of flying I encouraged my peers to join me in The Plaza's bar for pre-flight drinks in order to calm my nerves. When on the flight we were having some peculiar conversations, Lee said "Who would you all say was the better looking one out of Gabrielle and Kyle?" there were such things said as "Well they both have amazing physiques..." et cetra however the group decision was 10:2 in that Gabrielle was the better looking sibling. Charming. I then retaliated "Who's better looking out Elliot and his brother?" I immediately said his brother as did the majority of the girls however the males of the group claimed they thought Elliot was. As a result of me making Elliot the subject of such a question he did likewise with me once more and said "This one ought to be rather amusing. Who would you all take preference with regards to a sleeping partner when it came to Kyle, Gabrielle, Camilla and Haz (Harold)" me and Gabrielle were both disgusted to say the least and as I expected and dreaded; all the females and Elliot said they would rather sleep with my father whilst all the males claimed they would rather sleep with my mother, which as usual, provoked such comments as "They must have <i>the </i>most amazing sex." Yes, quite sickening. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Milan fashion week was amazing. I personally attended Armani, Dolce & Gabbana, Gucci and Bottega Vanetta in addition to all the social gatherings whilst the likes of Gabrielle and our other friends attended the majority of shows. What's more, one cannot go to Milan and not give credit to the males. It is a factor in its self which implores me to visit and this occasion was like no other. My sex life improved vastly (if at all possible) and I had a steady flow of Italian men in and out of my hotel suite haha. I had sex with four different people on one particular day, disgraceful yet an admirable achievement at the same time haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">However, it was in Paris where we had a truly splendid time, it is after all the penultimate fashion week. I arrived late due missing our jet as a result of a bad hangover and so flew first class a few hours later. It was easier said than done though of course. I had the usual catastrophe with luggage. As though manoeuvring two trollies full of trunks up to eye level in addition to carrying four holdalls wasn't a task in its self I then had to try to communicate with an imbecile of a woman to explain how I was willing to pay any fee and that I was not remotely inclined to leave any luggage behind. I had every intention of taking all 16 pieces haha. After undergoing stress, frustration and still making no progress with the woman I telephoned the family P.A, Jackie and told her to get me an Italian interpreter on the phone. As this is done fairly frequently for my parents when on business I was transferred within a moment and I placed the person on loudspeaker whilst they spoke some sense into the woman. Finally I obtained a ticket and went to the lounge and paid countless visits to the powder room as a result of my fear. Whilst I waited I received a phone call from the now heavily pregnant Ellie whom had stayed in London whilst the rest of us attended fashion weeks. I had spoken to her fairly frequently during my absence and she said "Kyle I am so sick of being in, bored out of my wretched brains. I am coming to Paris!" I was overjoyed at the prospect and she said "Well I am due in two weeks however I shall be travelling with a mere entourage and I shall be shopping an awful lot. I have news for you all too. I'm on my way to the airport as we speak so I shall be in Paris in a couple of hours or so. I shall telephone you when I get there darling." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I arrived in Paris I received the treatment I was used to in that someone collected my luggage prior to it going onto the conveyor belt and brought it to me before taking it to my chauffeur(s.) My apartment in Paris was now completely refurbished thus that was where I was residing during fashion week. I sent a message to Gabrielle when I arrived asking where she was and she replied <i>I'm getting ready for dinner with a couple of friends from ballet. Everyone has gone to see the Gareth Pugh show however his models petrify me thus I shall not be attending. Are you here? xx</i> As I had no longing to go and discuss ballet for the evening I turned to my preferred option of how to spend my evening and opened my address book for Paris. C'est magnifique!</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The following day when I told my mother of Ellie's choice to attend Paris Fashion Week she immediately became overcome with excitement and said "Oh my, I simply cannot wait to see her. In fact, you ought to throw her a baby shower in your new apartment. It goes without saying that being a heartless male you wouldn't think of such a thing. It would be greatly appreciated and in addition it will give you a chance to show off the refurbishment. I imagine the majority of your friends are in the capital anyway so it shan't be an issue and if there are people absent who she would have a desire to be present then feel free to have Jackie charter a jet in order to get them to Paris. Her daughter will be here shortly - it really must be celebrated dear. See to it. I must go, I have work to do." In one conversation, or rather, a speech on my mother's part - I had been insulted, ordered, then dismissed without speaking a word... Nothing out of the norm I suppose. My immediate thought after hanging up from the phone call was whether or not one could be bothered with the hassle of organising a party however I realised that this was a ludicrous thought as, in reality, I was not going to be doing all that much... I got into my Bentley which was kept in Paris and went to The Ritz which was just a short distance away. When I entered the hotel it was abundant with elderly women wearing chanel, journalists (presumably there to see Anna Wintour) and other fashionable looking people. I went directly to the Concierge and said "Good afternoon, I require your assistance with the planning of a party. I am in need of a party planner whom boasts a good reputation." The man looked a little dumbfounded and said "You do realise it's fashion week-" I said "Yes I am more than fully aware of that, however being in the position you're in I am sure you are able to pull a few strings, so to speak, for loyal customers to this prestigious establishment. My name is Kyle McQuillan..." he didn't say another word and instead typed, what I presumed to be my name, into the computer. After a short pause the man said "Ah yes. The hotel has been anticipating your visit or perhaps a phone call from the heiress, Miss Al Fayed, requesting a room on your behalf. Nevertheless, I shall speak to a few of the most acclaimed party planners in the city and pass your details on." I requested the room number of Camilla (Al-Fayed) and they dialled her room before enlightening me. Camilla is also now pregnant and is due in November. When I saw her I witnessed her perfect bump and a radient mother to be. We sat and talked for a long while about her pregnancy and engagement and then I asked whether she was attending any shows, she replied "I am unsure as of yet. I religiously attend the Chanel show however I am determined to stay out of the public eye. I don't believe a single picture of me pregnant has yet been leaked and I intend on keeping it that way thus I am unsure. Marigay will be noting things which I would undoubtedly admire regardless of my attendance." In addition to owning the Ritz, Camilla's father also owns London department store: Harrods. Marigay is the buyer for the enormous store and is in close contact with all the prestigious designers, hence, Camilla has their garments a considerable amount of time before they enter the shops and receives couture pieces at request. Yes, she quite literally is the envy of my friends and I. A couple of hours after leaving The Ritz whilst making my way to Lunch I received a phone call from a party planner. She asked of the party size, what I had in mind and I told her to come to my apartment later that day to discuss my plans. At around 4 pm I greeted a young, well dressed female in the lobby of my apartment building and took her upstairs. Upon entrance in my foyer I told her how it would be neccessary for someone to coat check in addition to another member of staff to take gifts. Appertisers such as caviar would be taken around the room on silver platters whilst others did likewise with champagne, I told her "I am going to need a rather large, tiered cake thus if you could find an adequade person to carry out such a task that would be marvellous. I'm estimating around 150 people will attend thus take on staff accordingly and inform those in charge of catering of the numbers. What's more, her ultrasound scan has been done in 3D as a video therefore if you are able to create something which can be played on each of the televisions that would be marvellous. I shall compile a list of prospective guests and have my own assistant contact them with an invitation, she will then forward that onto you..." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The following day Ellie, Gabrielle, Kelly and Kayleigh attended Balenciaga followed by Balmain whilst I spent sometime with friends in the city. I met Ellie in her hotel room after the show and, having not seen her in a while, I was astonished at how well (yet large) she looked. From the back you were unable to notice any sign of pregnancy whist from the front, she appeared to just have a perfectly rounded pillow placed in her top. Of course, she still dressed exceptionally well in heels, jeans and a fur coat. I hugged her and asked how she was when she said "Oh marvellous darling. It was excellent being out with the girls again attending shows" I asked who was included in her entourage which she spoke of and she said "All the neccessary people. A General Practitioner, A midwife, Hair and Makeup artists and a personal security man - Sam insisted, he claimed he cannot risk anyone bumping into me at a show when the Paparazzi are utter pandemonium and what's more it means I am not required to carry anything. It is rather annoying though to say the least and not to mention pretentious" Sam, her fiancee, was also in Paris with her. I told her of her baby shower and she immediately hugged me and said "Oh Kyle darling, I'm so touched. When is it?" I replied "Well the date had to be set according to desirable shows which people are going to be attending. The most ideal time was Saturday afternoon as the best show on that particular day is Jean Paul Gaultier which is at 7pm thus it shan't be an issue." The conversation immediately switched to babies, christenings and of her daughter's future upbringing. I non-chalantely attempted to obtain knowledge of the baby's name however I had no such luck when she said "Kyle, I have told you all on numerous occasions. I am not informing you until she is born." That night everyone, with the exception of Ellie, joined our parisian friends and fellow fashion followers on a night out in Paris. As usual I was required for translating things as the majority of my friends could only manage "Bonjour" despite the fact it was evening and the extremely useful "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?" which they recite from Lady Marmalade's song. I wasn't drunk, however I wasn't entirely composed either on that night. I would speak in French to some peers and forget to alternate language again when necessary, leaving the likes of Gabrielle stood staring at me blankly whilst I replied to their questions in a language they simply did not comprehend. Elliot on the other hand merely placed his hand on behind and whispered "I adore it when you speak French. It arouses me somewhat." That night I took two people back to my apartment. One of whom outshone the other significantly, both in performance and endowment, hence it was he who lingered the following morning whilst the other left. Neither of the gentlemen acquired my number. Obviously.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The following day the majority of those who were attending shows watched Dior whilst I and a couple of friends went to Vivienne Westwood. My mother arrived in Paris on a flight from a business trip in Tokyo so that she could attend Ellie's baby shower the following day. I collected her from the airport along with her dog (Pretisha) and her assistant who rode with the majority of the luggage in a chauffeur. I asked how she was and of her plans for the evening and she said "Well I hoped you and Gabrielle would join me for dinner somewhere, however I realise it is a little last minute dear" I told her I would go and she said "Oh marvellous. I've missed you darling!" Her phone rang "Hello darling. How are you? ... What are your plans for this evening. Would like to join me and Kyle for dinner? Oh, yes that sounds marvellous, we shall depart once we have eaten. What on earth am I going to wear... Yes you may borrow it...." The conversation became progressively dull as Gabrielle and my mother began to discuss clothes. Once she had hung up the phone she said "Well after dinner your sister and I are going out with Kayleigh and her mother. Your sister is insisting however I do not have a clue what I am going to wear... What an utter conundrum." Prior to getting out of the car she said "I have several meetings this afternoon so I will have someone inform you of our plans for this evening. I shall see you later darling. Good day." Elliot sent me a text message whilst I drove to the shops saying <i>I'm slightly bored and I haven't seen you in a while... Do come round for entertainment purposes </i>I ignored his message for a moment whilst I read another from Lee saying <i>I'm craving your expertise... Come round sexual! </i>The combination of the two messages caused my ego to expand (if at all possible) and I said to myself aloud "I am so good!" I decided I would go and see Lee primerily followed by Elliot... They were both in the same hotel thus it was an ideal arrangement. Although I don't get all that much in return from Lee, it is somewhat self satisfying - an extremely attractive well endowed straight stud. Who could decline? Hence why Elliot comes in afterwards...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Post intercourse with Elliot we lay, exhausted, side by side and he said "Would you like to go out to dinner one night... You and I?" I screwed up my face and stared at him and said "Why?" he aduibly exhaled then said "You honestly do not have a single hint of emotion in your robotic self do you" I replied "Well observed, imbecile" and he said "If you weren't so good in bed I don't think I would be friends with you" "Well feel free to attempt to find an alternative however I can assure you you will not come across who boasts my talent let alone emotion too. What's more, it goes with saying that your ability in bed is the only likeable quality I am able to see in you my friend" for which comment I received a punch in the chest. Charming. That evening I was collect by my mother and sister from my apartment and taken to Le Pre Catelan. Once in the restaurant I could see that my mother was wearing a dress Gabrielle looked at in New York by Marchesa, it was black with long bell sleeves with ruffle detailing and a jewel embellished waist, various diamonds were dripping from her along with a Chanel clutch and a pair of platform wedges from Charlotte Olympia. They were ridiculous. How she walked in them I will never know (I searched for them just so you can see how ludicrous they were http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/52803); her hair was up and her makeup flawless. Gabrielle wore an all over long sleeved beaded dress (which had holes all over) by Julien Macdonald, a pair of black suede low calf length boots from Gucci and a Lanvin clutch, she too had her hair up and boasted bright red lips. I now looked like the underprivileged third person in my Armani Collezioni pants and shirt. The three of us had a lovely meal and drank a considerable amount of €700 wine haha. As we left to get another car my mother said "Gabrielle, I don't look like your mother do I?" Gabrielle said "People always say we look alike, why?" she replied "No! I mean, I don't look old and people aren't going to see me and immediately know that I am your mother" Gabrielle said "Oh no! Of course not, you're beautiful mum!" and went over and hugged her whilst walking to the car haha. When I arrived at my apartment I read through my various text messages, one of which was from Lee saying <i>Camilla and Gabrielle are going for a night out together... I shall certainly be following in pursuit of Kyle's mother. Haz shan't be present either... Marvellous! </i>I immediately replied telling him that I was going out with him if he was going. He simply could not be trusted! A few hours later I found myself in the same nightclub as my mother and sister with Lee whilst my mother approached us. She proceeded directly to Lee and said "Hello dear, how are you? I haven't seen you in a while" she kissed him on either cheek and he did likewise, placing his hands on her behind as he did so - my mother slapped them away before I did... Lee, myself and our other male friends stood a fair distance away from my mother, Gabrielle, Kayleigh and her mother and I seemed to be the only man in the room who was not staring in their direction. So very ostentatious haha. As the night drew to a close I returned from the toilet to find my friends and family in a seated vip area where my mother had her feet on Lee's lap, allowing him to massage them. I almost vomited in my mouth however my mother said "Our car shall be here ladies. Oh my goodness, these shoes! Kyle darling, please would you be the loving son I brought you up to be and take me to the car" she held her shoes in her hand, placed her arm around my neck and jumped up. Whilst I carried her and waited for a couple of minutes with her in my arms she just sat comfortably and made a couple of phone calls haha.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The following day I woke fairly early as I had set my alarm to begin preparation for Ellie's baby shower. The lady who was in charge of organising the event telephoned me to say that she was on her way to my apartment thus I quickly showered and put on a tracksuit in time for her arrival. When she entered she immediately informed me of the downstairs lobby which was currently overflowing with wrapped parcels, fedex boxes and flowers. I presumed it was due to me and went downstairs. As she had described there was in fact piles upon piles of things, all addressed to Ellie at my address. The doormen and I made several trips to my apartment where we recreated the pile in my foyer. From that moment onwards my door was permanently open as there was a now a steady flow of deliveries in addition to catering staff (who were all extremely attractive!) cases of from Dom Perignon were arriving as was food. It was then that I realised I hadn't purchased anything as a gift from myself thus I phoned my mother in a panic who said "Kyle, do you think I'm a fool. I was more than aware that you weren't going to remember to do such a thing, your sister has just woke up next to me and echoed what you said. Not to worry, I have purchased something. I'm about to get in the shower and then Gabrielle and I shall make our way to your apartment" It was now half past ten, I had recieved a message from Jackie thirty minutes earlier confirming the arrival of the jet from London thus I imagined people would begin arriving fairly soon. I went into my bedroom to change and put on a grey cashmere v-neck jumper from Burberry with a pair of pants from Gucci and a black check snood also from Burberry. Kelly was the first to arrive wearing a grey knitted dress from Phillip Lim with tights and Laboutin shoes. Gabrielle then arrived wearing a pair of leather pants from Balmain, a plain white top and a short tailored shoulder padded jacket from Julien Macdonald which had, what appeared to be, pieces of glass/mirror sticking out of the shoulders along with various jewels, my mother also arrived with her wearing a Red and Black stripe Alexander McQueen top with a pair of £3,000 python thigh high boots and a black Burberry handbag. Following that the arrivals became more frequent and the catering staff began to circulate with canapés, caviar and champagne. Ellie finally arrived looking divine in a red dress which hugged her bump and was taken back by the amount of gifts she had been purchased. Once everyone had talked for a while Ellie tapped a spoon on her champagne flute and made a short speech thanking everyone and then said "and now for my news. After much thought and consideration with regards to the matter Sam and I have come to a decision. Along with the help of Harold, Camilla and their dedicated staff we have found a house in which we have a great longing to bring up our daughter" I had hoped she was going to tell us the name, this was quite the contrast, I dreaded this news somewhat "that home will be in Greenwich, Connecticut..." There was a pause and nobody spoke then Gabrielle began to cry and there was a short murmur of laughter "However it is only a short distance to New York where we are looking into purchasing an apartment thus, all is not lost, I shall still be joining you on nights out. Not only this but the amazing home has fourteen bedrooms and over thirty acres of land so you are more than welcome to come and stay." Tears filled her eyes at this point and she said "I would simply love to stay near you all but I'm a mother almost and I have to put my daughter first, a city such as London or New York might be good for countless amazing nights an envious social life yet it is not ideal for bringing up a child. In this home we can have horses and dogs and we're near to some of the best schools. Can I just thank mine and Sam's parents for purchasing this amazing home for us. Now, no more tears, I spent forever having my makeup done. Let's open the gifts and can I just have the platter of caviar please. I am positively starving." She opened what seemed like hundreds of presents consisting of the payment of an LED ceiling for the child's room to help it sleep; what seemed like the entire Baby Dior and Ralph Lauren's girls collection from Kayleigh's family, Elliot and his parents purchased her a £9,000 vintage pram, she got silver feeding cutlery and diamond encrusted charms relating to children from Tiffany &co, teddies, designer changing mats, fur blankets, custom made cots, a pre-paid interior designer to decorate their nursery among other eccentric gifts. When she had finished my mother then said "Darling, your gift from Harold myself and the children is not here however I am able to show it to you as it stands in your new home. I knew that you would be receiving countless gifts for your daughter thus, as I was aware of your house purchase, we have purchased you something which will be of benefit to you all as a family in the times to come as a housewarming gift too" she notioned to a man who was stood with a remote for the television and we all turned to see the image of a helicopter behind which was an enormous mansion/palace which, we all gathered was Ellie and Sam's new home. Ellie gasped and said "Camilla I cannot accept this!" My mother replied "Of course you can dear. Harold and I did likewise when Kyle was a child and we had our butler take flying lessons thus it was he who flew us. It proved to be extremely beneficial!" </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The rest of the time in Paris was excellent. Shows watched included: Karl Largerfeld, Emanuel Ungaro, Giambattista Valli, Louis Vuitton and of course the Chanel show which was unbelievably spectacular. On the 8th October whilst we were all in the airport awaiting our jet home Ellie was miserable as sin. I asked "What on earth is wrong?" whilst Sam attempted to comfort her, walking on egg shells as he did so, she replied "My wretched back is in agony" I said "Well Ellie you have flown a General Practitioner out with you, why don't you seek his diagnosis?" She snapped "I don't want to be a hypo-chondriac Kyle... It's back ache!" We continued to the jet and all took our seats on board. The jet we had chartered was extremely large and as Ellie's pain was showing no signs of subsiding Sam took out his phone and said "The doctor is still waiting for his flight in the airport. I'm afraid ours is going to have to get delayed, we need to see him" Ellie protested and he said "This is not for discussion" all of a sudden she hurled over and panted whilst shouting "Oooo" everyone looked at her and shouted "What?!" and she bellowed "I'm having fucking contractions! I'm in labour!" Gabrielle screamed with joy and jumped to her feet then Ellie shouted "Get me off this jet! I am not giving birth to my daughter on a plane!" Everyone seemed to take out their phones and dial numbers at that point, Sam was dialling the midwife and doctor, Lee was telling the staff to unload the luggage again, Kayleigh was ordering cars whilst I chartered a helicopter. We all made our way back into the terminal where we were greeted by a frantic midwife and GP and Kelly ran over to a woman insisting that she acquired a buggy to take her to the appropriate place. Within a couple of minutes one arrived and I told Sam the confirmation of his helicopter and where it awaited him. The four of them got onto the buggy and Sam told him where to go then Ellie shouted "KYLE! He can't speak English!" My heart was pounding and I told the man where to go and to do so quickly and carefully. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The rest of us eagerly made our way back through the airport to the cars which would be waiting for us. Everything is such a blur, I was having an extreme adrenaline rush. The journey to the centre of Paris was around thirty minutes and as we neared the hospital they had gone to Ellie phoned to say "They have sent me home to come back when the contractions are more frequent. I am coming to your apartment and we are all going to sit and you shall devote yourselves to distracting me." We all sat in our apartment and watched films et cetra and Ellie filled herself with food whilst every twenty minutes she would cross her legs in pain. Both sets of parents were currently on jets back to Paris despite only having been in London/The Hamptons for two days. The Midwife and GP were doing frequent tests, checking how dilated she was, her blood pressure et cetra... At around six o'clock she had another contraction which lasted quite a while and then she said "This is so sore. I think I want to push" Sam said "What?! You either do or you don't, shall we leave?" she said "I don't know Sam! What the hell am I, the midwife?! Where is she?" she was now panting somewhat and the midwife ran in and said "Yes.. We need to leave. Quick." We all walked with her through my apartment, Gabrielle scurrying right behind her in her heels when her water broke all over my marble floor, causing Gabrielle to slip and land in it on her behind. I heard the splash followed by a thud and we all turned to see her sat there, looking completely horrified and then she began to scream and shouted "That is repulsive! Baby juice all over me!! Kyle! Help!" She was sat rigid not moving whilst everyone was in a fit of hysterics, Ellie was now paying no attention to the fact that her baby was coming and was hurled over in a fat of laughter rather than pain. Then came another contraction and she let out another wail and said "I'm going to have to go... This baby is surely about to drop out of my vagina any moment now.." As they walked out of the door Sam shouted "We don't have a car" I bellowed "I'll drive you" and Ellie added "Yes, yes do! We'll get there faster that way. Quick Kyle!" We entered the lift and Sam telephoned both sets of parents to update them and then we made our way to the car. Of course this was extremely slow so I said "Ellie, I'm carrying you" she said "I'm not disabled, I'm pregnant!" I replied "I am aware of that but unless you want to give birth in my apartment lobby then I suggest you permit me to get you to the car quicker" she said "Very well then.. Now hurry up!" I placed her in the front seat whilst Sam, the midwife and the doctor got into the back." I have driven fast through city centres in the past however this was a whole new level. I almost killed approximately three people in the process and took all the shortcuts I knew in order to get there quickly. Ellie had her feet on the dashboard, panting whilst we drove there and would occasionally start laughing about Gabrielle's fall before another contraction and then all humour evaporated. We arrived at the hospital in record time and the four of them got out and went inside. I returned to my apartment and eagerly awaited news.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I entered there was a shopping bag from Dolce & Gabbana in the foyer, I peered inside to see Gabrielle's all in one outfit from Diane Von Furstenberg and a couple of towels.I joined the others in the drawing room and questioned the bags presence and Gabrielle (who was now wearing my Dolce & Gabbana tracksuit) told me it was to be disposed of. We sat, anxiously waiting for what seemed like forever, however was in reality a mere two hours when Ellie and Sam walked in holding their daughter, they sat on the suite and said "Say hello to Ava Pari..." Gabrielle burst into tears followed by Kayleigh. Ellie went on to say "Pari being her middle name, i.e. Paris how the french say it, I'm not having her called Paris, hence it shall be prevented with the lack of an 's.'" We all sat around and admired the adorable new-born Ava for a few minutes without speaking when Ellie's mother and father ran in and said "Darling there you are!" After a while Ellie's parents questioned what her plans were, she replied "Well I have no intentions of taking her on a plane so I am staying in Paris. I will therefore require a suite somewhere, Sam's parents ought to be here either tonight or tomorrow morning won't they darling?" he told her they would probably arrive in the middle of the night and she said "Well in that case, I'm going to go to a hotel and have an early night, I'm exhausted and then we can all spend the day together tomorrow. I still have the pram and cot here as they were waiting to be shipped elsewhere thus we can put those to use. Mother can you ring The Crillon please" I said "Ellie, you can stay here. I think we'll all return to London and allow you to spend some time with your family. There isn't any food other than caviar and ice cream and nothing to drink other than protein shakes, energy drinks and alcohol I'm afraid" Ellie's father said "I can have an assistant deal with that" I said "Very well then, you may reside here. Your cot and pram in addition to baby clothes are all here too so it is ideal." She finally agreed and we congratulated both her and Sam before kissing them goodbye. Ellie's parents thanked us all for our support and we left once more for the airport. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Part way through the journey Gabrielle began crying once more and then again as we made our way through London to my house where she was staying. We left all of our luggage downstairs and went straight upstairs to get into bed. It had been weeks since I was home! As I had expected, Gabrielle climbed into bed with me a mere five minutes after being in her own room in my house... She's a special child. haha. One day after having been to a males apartment to 'catch up' I sent a message to my mother and father saying <i>I'm currently shopping and I've come across a divine fur coat in Alexander McQueen. I thought I would be so kind as to ask permission prior to purchasing it x </i>I was of course lying, I was merely en route to Alexander McQueen. My Father replied with a blunt <i>No. </i>To which I said <i>Dad! If this was Gabrielle you wouldn't do as much as hesitate, she's had countless pieces of couture this year! Please... </i>However my mother replied saying <i>Yes. Don't tell your father though x </i>I replied telling her I loved her and told my father it no longer mattered. Thankfully when I arrived at Alexander McQueen they had the garment which I had seen in GQ magazine in the store; I tried it on, immediately fell in love and purchased it. Twelve thousand pounds later I was taking my self to Elliot's apartment to show off my new purchase, we did however digress upon my arrival haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When Halloween arrived I had recieved various invitations and had decided I would attend a friend's party in Surrey when, the day before, Lee sent me a text message saying <i>Good day my friends. I shall be hosting a halloween party to which all of London's beautiful socialites will be attending. The club is closed from the public and the after party shall be hosted in my Penthouse. Non-acceptance of the invite is forbidden, especially when the reason behind which is for another event. The theme: The Playboy Mansion. Men, you're Hugh... Girls, go wild... Please! </i>He attached the contact details for the people whom were managing the guestlist who I immediately emailed informing them of my choice to attend when the front door opened and Lee walked into the kitchen "Why is it that everyone has a key for my house?" he just looked at me and said "I don't know nor do I care. May I have oral sex?" his phone rang and he answered before I had chance to reply. I sat and continued opening various invites whilst he spoke on the phone and then said "It was Gabrielle... I quote 'Lee why do you insist upon having such a low class theme whereby the majority of girls are going to be half naked?' she is quite dense. The answer lies in the question... Anyway, let's get on with what I came here for. Do you have any pornographic material just to keep me going, it's not the same as doing it with a female" I exclaimed "No I most certainly do not you repulsive specimen. What do you think I am, a fifteen year old boy? I do not watch porn!" he laughed and said "You sounded so much like your mother then. I'll just think of her it's fine" I punched him and then remembered "Oh, how highly embarrassing. I have a video which me and Kelly made in order to improve our performance - see where our mistakes were et cetra" he said "Oh I understand. I shall put that on."</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When Halloween came I waited outside my parent's house in a car for Gabrielle wearing a pair of silk boxer shorts and a silk robe (I wasn't going to wear pyjamas - I wanted to attract people with my body haha.) We arrived at Lee's apartment where a few of us were meeting beforehand and entered to a resounding "Ohh, Gabrielle!" I had no idea what they were talking about when I realised that Gabrielle's hair was up and she was wearing a Burberry mac she said "Oh, be quiet. I had to do this otherwise my father wouldn't allow me to leave the house" at which moment she untied her coat and removed it whilst removing the clip from her hair and letting it fall down her back. She was now wearing a leather corset along with lingerie, stockings, suspenders, a pair of leather knuckle gloves and Gucci heels - Lee's jaw dropped and Kelly said "That corset is actually quite nice Gabrielle.. Where is it from?" she said "Oh, well I had to incorporate some class into this outfit somehow.. It cost me eight hundred pounds in YSL. Ugh, I feel like a prostitute. Lee please try and hide your erection darling" everyone's eyes moved to Lee's crotch he just stared at us and said "What? I am a straight male. This girl is undeniably good looking and wearing highly provocative garments. One cannot be questioned or criticised. Now, let us indulge in these spirits which arrived this morning." We all drank what we were given and then Lee insisted upon pouring a repulsive liquid which boasted a delightful acid resemblance down our throats. Of course, in the ten minutes we had sat there, Gabrielle had managed to get drunk and stumbled her way into the car then sang Cheryl Cole's fight for this love all the way there (much better than she herself does I might add.) </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Upon our entrance it was highly amusing! All the men were wearing silk garments whilst all of the females were displaying their best assets, some in thigh high boots, others even donned a tail and ears. I went directly to the bar and stood next to a couple of friends who currently had a line of beverages and said "It is neccessary that I get excessively intoxicated in order to let my hair down with regards to this wretched outfit which is typical of Lee. Such an utter Playboy!" The night became an increasing blur and whilst dancing I threw my robe somewhere and never came accross it again; thus, I was walking around the club wearing nothing other than a pair of silk boxershorts, of course - it worked in my favour. There were both males and females, both straight and homosexual rubbing their hands all over my torso, a couple of people slipped their hands down my shorts too haha. At one point, whilst I was getting caressed someone asked "What's going on over there? Heaven forbid there's a fight for god's sake" I followed his eyes and saw a flick of blond hair followed by a leg fly in the air and said "Oh.. It's my sister, dancing... Again." Another epic moment of the evening was a game which Lee insisted we played, he ordered "Kyle lie on your back on this table" being quite drunk now I did so without question and then he added "Kelly, come here" as he placed shot glasses down the centre of my torso, starting at my lower abs/pubic bone and finishing at my chest. Kelly was to straddle me and drink the shots using only her mouth and crawl her way up me - finishing with a kiss. Anything that spilt she had to lick off... My my, we really were lowering the tone that evening. We did so excellently then before I had chance to get up James was straddling me and the glasses were refilled. My immediate thoughts were of dread - James being someone who I often opt to sleep with due to his athletic physique I closed my eyes and tried not to look at him too much. The first was fine however as he made his way to the second I could feel his breath on my stomach and as a result I had to take a deep breath in order to compose... Causing two of the drinks to spill. I then felt his tongue making its way across my abdominals and all over my chest. People were cheering so I attempted to focus myself on them as opposed to what was happening and then he was on top of me and his tongue was in my mouth. I forgot where I was for a moment and had to stop myself haha. I got up after that little episode and threw Lee onto the table. Kelly placed shot glasses on him and I winked and mouthed "Payback." I purposely spilt the first glass which was balancing on his lower abs and had to pull his underwear down a little so that I could lick the liquid from him. He was biting his lip and his penis gradually grew. I continued to drink the shots and sat on his crotch, put my hands either side of his head and kissed him for a while longer than necessary haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When those who were still standing returned to Lee's penthouse we continued the pandemonium. Gabrielle was walking along the edges of furniture singing 'Macavity's a mystery cat' for some unknown reason from Cats the musical doing jazz hands as she did so. It was at that moment that I realised I had lost my phone. I asked Gabrielle whether it was in her bag however she was far to engrossed in her performance to hear me thus I took it upon myself to look. It wasn't. I merely sent an e-mail to Jackie from Gabrielle's phone informing her and continued socialising with my peers. There are several gaps from that moment onwards. Oscar appeared at some ridiculous hour and said "Gabrielle what are you wearing?" she stood and said "Do you not think this outfit is arousing even if it is somewhat disgusting" he said "Of course you look sexy - I want you to keep it all for me though" they began kissing one another and I said "Erm.. Hands Oscar." I slept with four people that evening... At once. It was exceptionally fun and pleasing from what I recall. I did however wake naked in the bath the following morning which is ever so slightly worrying. How I got there I will never know... </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Speak soon, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Kyle. </p>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-79504850404942960742009-08-30T15:29:00.000-07:002009-08-30T15:30:24.147-07:00London, Paris, London, Paris, New York...<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Hello again, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I last wrote I was in London attending Gabrielle's rather lengthy graduation for which my parents paid to hire a venue enabling Gabrielle and her classmates to celebrate the event. A couple of days later my parents returned to New York, where they are currently residing, whilst I remained in London. I took the time to go and see my horse and drive down quiet roads where the speed cameras are non-existant meanwhile Gabrielle was spending all of her time dancing and helping a friend of hers on a project choreographing a music video or something. In addition to this I have been continuing with becoming a qualified personal trainer. I have no desire for a career, however I do have a great longing for the new Aston Martin One-77. The only way I could acquire such a vehicle is through my parents and my father agreed to getting it for me if I learnt that everything isn't always handed to me on a plate and that I worked for a period of time. How enjoyable it is. Although, it shall all be worth it in the end. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I took the time alone in London to catch up with people whom I hadn't seen for a while and have a few nights out. Of course, as the saying goes, when the cat's away... One evening, following a very succesful day of shopping with my friend Chloe I left my many, many, purchases in the boot of my car and nipped into my parents house for something. I had no intentions of staying however the reality was quite the opposite to my initial intention.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I decided to have a night in at my parent's house (they have a cinema and a pool - two things which my townhouse lacks) with Chloe and Jacob. A couple of hours after their arrival I invited Kayleigh and Elliot to come round too. Gabrielle was out at a lounge with friends and told me she would be home at around midnight. Once the other guests arrived the sight of the divine straight model sitting in my parent's drawing room implored me to invite more. Of course, everyone was bringing a range of alcohol and the amount of invites along with the number of guests arriving was increasing dramatically. At around 12 o'clock I walked from one room to another and thought "Oh crap" and immediately went to lock the office and upstairs to lock all of the bedrooms... The walk-ins are all in there and the things which are in my parent's and sister's wardrobes are priceless. Chanel, Valentino, Jean-Paul Gaultier couture. If one of those were to disappear my life would not be worth living. When I got into my bedroom there was a threesome already happening in my bed which was rather pleasant thus I evicted the trio and they all ran out of my room with their pants around their ankles. Once I had locked my room I stopped on the landing to have a conversation with them, erections and nipples pointing directly at me haha. Quite stupidly of me I did not think to stop the soiree of mine and merely continued with it, getting exceptionally drunk and taking advantage of the fact that a lot of my friends were gathered. I was unaware that Gabrielle had even arrived until I heard a "Woo" and turned to see her stood on the couch dancing haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">There was, as usual, a divide between the group. There were those who are your typical english affluent child, refined, attended boarding school and the girls finishing school, dressed exceptionally well but in no way provocatively and sat drinking champagne, slurring their words. Granted that may sound like myself however there were then the crowd who gradually increased the volume of the music, kissed the people they walked past, brought the spirits with them (cocaine possibly), wore the high fashion revealing attire and were most likely in the music or fashion industry and mixed with the models. It was these who influenced the other crowd and turned the event into pandemonium. Before I knew it there were people having sex in bathrooms and I even witnessed two of my friends having intercourse on the landing. Delightful. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I recall a man being sat on top of me whilst I held a flute of Champagne on the couch in a very sexual position when the music went off all of a sudden and Elliot walked rather hastily past me in the opposite direction and I heard "Ok everyone. Out!" It wasn't my mother or father so the increase in heart rate didn't last all that long, there was some protest but gradually everyone stumbled, quite literally out of the door. Carrying one another and walking out with one shoe or see through clothes from the pool. As the crowd got thinner and the person climbed from on top of my crotch, I prevented my head from rolling around for long enough to realise the state of the house. The carpet was filthy and had unclaimed shoes everywhere. There were bottles and glasses on every surface and the occasional one lying on it's side on the floor. I walked around and the grass in the garden was barely visible for cigarette ends. As I continued to stumble through the house I was stood facing Elliot's dad and stopped in my tracks and said "Oh.. Good evening!" he simply looked at the state of me and said "Hmm.. Maxwell is waiting outside to take you and Elliot back to our house. Give me your car keys and I shall follow you." I did as he said and got into Elliot's brother's car to find Elliot sat there hiccupping, Gabrielle singing and dancing with her hands whilst Maxwell sat sober in the driver's seat finding the situation rather amusing. He drove us to Elliot's house and I asked him what we were all doing and he said "You two are staying at my parent's house this evening. I was having a quiet night in and had been in bed when my father came and got me due to you three imbeciles" I laughed and said "You can take me back to your apartment if you want" Elliot mumbled "Oh Kyle" in the back of the car and I slurred "Oh Elliot do be quiet. You're merely jealous because I am more attracted to your sex on a stick brother than I am to you" Gabrielle was still singing with her eyes shut pulling rather peculiar facial expressions haha. Maxwell replied "Kyle I am flattered but for the umpteenth time I am straight and although you are gorgeous I am not remotely inclined to sleep with you." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once at Elliot's house he stood on the door step trying to find the key then trying to find the hole where the key goes before his brother said "Oh for crying out loud you complete and utter remedial!" We walked in and Gabrielle was still singing away with her eyes closed, making fists with her hands as she did so and Maxwell told her which bedroom she was sleeping in then I said "I'm sleeping in Elliot's room.. I am craving sex with him!" Maxwell began to laugh and I used all my strength to move my head to see Elliot's mum stood in her night gown looking at us all. I stood before her then said "... Good night." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">In the morning I woke up lying naked diagonally across the bed at around midday; my head was pounding and I had a rather unpleasant dry mouth. I woke up Elliot and he groaned as soon as he opened his eyes then a few minutes later Gabrielle walked into the room with her hair over her face and stood motionless with her eyes barely open. After a couple of minutes of silence we all decided to go downstairs to get some breakfast and found Elliot's father in the kitchen who erupted in laughter at the sight of us. I immediately sat down and rested my head on the surface... Holding it up was too much effort. Whilst eating I asked "Why did you come and take on the role of responsible adult anyway?" he laughed and said "Well Kyle, your neighbours had been getting disturbed and rather than ring the police - which they could have done, they phoned your parents. Obviously, they are in New York and couldn't get hold of either of you two and so they phoned us and asked us to go round." It was at that point that I realised I hadn't seen my phone since I invited everyone to come and join the party. I looked at Gabrielle and both of us moaned and placed our heads back on our arms, face down... What had we done haha. I asked Elliot's Dad if the house was really that bad and he said "Kyle... It looked at though you had brought the outside in and played host to animals all night long... Yes, it was shockingly bad." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">A couple of hours later when we had eaten and re-hydrated ourselves Gabrielle and ventured to my parent's house in order to see the mess we had caused. Whilst I drove home in my Porsche Cayenne Gabrielle and I discussed how we would merely ring Jackie, the family Personal Assistant and have her contact the house staff and have them come over. We would have to do so discreetly thus to ensure my parents were completely oblivious. I parked my car and then walked up to the house. Upon seeing the entrance I immediately dreaded what was beyond. There was the contents of a girl's bag outside the door consisting of smashed makeup palettes and other various pieces of makeup. I groaned when I saw it and picked it up whilst Gabrielle opened the door; followed by a gasp. I looked up and my jaw dropped. The hallway was filled with water, random shoes, mud. We then walked into the reception room and upholstery had patches where wine and various other substances had been spilt and the cushions were not the fluffed inviting things they usually are. There were bottles and countless glasses everywhere. Following this we entered the kitchen which was the worst yet. The refrigerator was still open, there was caviar on the ceiling, popcorn on the floor, wet patches where a bottle of Krug had be popped and exploded everywhere (including the ceiling.) On the island in the centre of the kitchen there stood an empty bottle of Platinum Tequila from Patron which costs £300, along with this there was a large circle of shot glasses. Gabrielle said "Kyle... I honestly do not know whether we will be able to salvage some of this.." When we got upstairs the plush shag pile which carpets all of the staircases and landings was muddy and damp, then on the landings outside of doorways where people had clearly hoped to gain access to bedrooms there were condoms - some used, other's packaged. I was repulsed. We walked back downstairs and I stood in awe. As we walked back into the kitchen Gabrielle stopped in her tracks turned hastily and silently on the spot, dived into her clutch for her keys and began darting to the lower ground floor, where the pool, gym, dance studio and garage are. I looked into the kitchen and there sat my mother, looking stern and extremely frightening, she said "Gabrielle, come here" Gabrielle crept to my side and said "Good afternoon mum.. How are you?" She was sat wearing an all black Chanel suit and black Chanel sunglasses. She ignored Gabrielle's question and then slowly removed her sunglasses and said "I trust the pair of you have witnessed the outcome of your reckless decision to have our home be the venue of a house party" she looked from one of us to the other and then she said "Kyle... Remind me of your age" I replied "Twenty-two" she then went on "Why is it that at twenty two years old you are still behaving in the same way you did at fifteen years old, when you would host such parties, only, not quite as destructive. At least then I would not be left with the remnants of intercourse which now litter my landing or the underwear which is floating in the pool downstairs" her voice was completely calm which scared me more... I would have preferred it if she screamed at me. I didn't say anything and then she said "I do believe I just asked you a question Kyle and you have not yet replied. Evidently you seem to be unable to determine the difference between what's right and wrong-" I replied "I didn't reply because I do not have a valid answer. I did not think of what I was doing at the time and it was selfish of me to not think of what may occur as a result of my actions. I'm sorry." "How inconsiderate of the pair of you to not even think of the neighbours! Do you realise how humiliating it was to receive a phone call in New York from four sets of neighbours from London informing me of your activity. Not only that but I had to assure them that the matter would be dealt with immediately to prevent them from phoning the police. I then had to leave the quiet night which I was having and order a jet to take me to London... All the while wondering what on earth I was going to be faced with when I opened that front door. Do you know how that portrays this family and your upbringing?!" silence "Granted you may be twenty one and twenty two but this is my house and you have had a complete lack of respect for it, with that you shall be punished. Starting with the garden the pair of you can go out there and pick up every single thing which does not belong, be it cigarettes or litter. Following that you can attempt to get the stains out of all the upholstery and carpets" Gabrielle said "But mother that is completely pointless... Some of those stains will not come out by the hands of two amateurs" my mother just looked at her and said "Well you can try your hardest and I shall make a decision based on what you've done." I should've known better but I said "Mother, we pay people to do such jobs, why is it that you have your two children slaving away?" she stood up and walked towards me and said "Because Kyle, it is my two children who created the mess and their lack of consideration for anyone but themselves with regards to the matter implores me to punish you somehow. What's more Kyle if I had of done such things to you when you did the same thing in your youth perhaps last night wouldn't have happened. Now this is not up for debate, go outside and begin." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">An hour or so later Gabrielle and I seemed to be making rather good progress. We were still either walking around the garden picking up cigarettes or sat on the floor getting them out of the grass and putting them into the only bags we could find - Gucci and Chanel shopping bags. Gabrielle asked "Do you think this is what slaves were made to do? Pick litter out of the grass?" I gave her that look which is associated with her when she says such a thing and said "Don't be so absurd. They were made to farm land and things while getting whipped!" When we had finished we went inside and shouted my mother. There was no reply so I went in search of my phone. I found it behind a picture frame in the living room and had an array of messages ranging from<i> Kyle McQuillan what on earth are you playing at?! </i>to <i>Kyle answer your phone immediately </i>then from the P.A <i>Kyle your parents are furious.. I suggest you answer your phone dear x </i>along with <i>Amazing party.. Shame I didn't end it with the host - Good morning Kyle, I woke fully clothed with holes in my tights and only one shoe (the other is nowhere to be seen), always the sign of a good night. Thanks babe! See you soon! x </i>then from Elliot <i>Kyle not only are you in trouble but I have apparently showed no sense of maturity playing a part in this ludicrous event. </i>Kayleigh sent <i>My mother is ready to crucify me.. She spoke to your mum this morning when she landed at Heathrow and she told her everything. The next thing I know the curtains or being opened and my duvet taken from me revealing me wearing my Chanel shoes from the night before and underwear, why? I have no idea. I am now sat in her office in Vogue House whilst she meets with the editors of Vogue, Gq.... Bored out of my mind as I'm sure you can imagine- oh the thrill! </i>I then got the several rather torturous messages which read <i>I'm free all day </i>(accompied with the image of a man from the waist up tipping his head back biting his lip) - <i>Let's have a repeat of last week - Text me if you're in the area.. I shall cancel all of my plans - Had a bad morning.. You could always brighten that for me and pay me a visit Kyle haha. Good night last night by the way! </i>and so on.... I returned to the kitchen and asked Gabrielle whether we should ring cleaners she agreed but told me not to ring Jackie as it was too risky, with that I phoned the hotel where I live and requested that they sent a few of their house keeping staff to the house. The concierge replied "On any other occasion Kyle I would do so without hesitation however we have recieved a phone call from your mother this morning-" I stopped listening at that point and hung up the phone. Five minutes later we heard the door to the office open and my mother walked down the hallway and said "Oh are you having a little respite. Do be serious children. Have you seen the state of this house and Kyle, if you are going to attempt to bring cleaners into this house then I will take it that you are not taking this punishment seriously and think of an alternative. I scowled and she said "You can make a start on the kitchen now... I shall be in the office thus if it is crucial that you have my attention you will have to either come and get me or make an internal phone call" Gabrielle said "Because evidently we are ignored when we shout you" my mother replied "Yes you are dear because I cannot hear you. The room is soundproof for the umpteenth time. Adjust your attitude young lady." Neither Gabrielle or I knew where cleaning products were kept and asked our mother that question, she didn't know the answer either and told us to look for them. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">It didn't take us long to clean the kitchen and once we had finished the house keeping staff arrived and re-cleaned every surface we had touched haha. My mother told the staff to go and tidy the bedrooms whilst Gabrielle and I made a start on the carpets. It was absurd. We were on our hands and knees scrubbing the floor. Gabrielle did not stop moaning for a single second and claimed she felt like Cinderella however I was merely becoming increasingly angry. When my mother came in again she said "You have plenty more to do thus you may as well stop your complaining" I shot back "Mother this is absolutely absurd! That is a patch which I have scrubbed endlessly and, granted the stain has come out somewhat however this is you we are talking about. As if you are going to put up with a mark such as that on your carpet. You and I know full well that this is going to get replaced so for crying out loud stop being a malicious imbecile and allow us to move onto something remotely beneficial" my mother did not say anything and instead her eyes widened and her nostrils flared ever so slightly. Once I had thought about what I had just said and saw the look on her face I thought. Oh crap. What have I done. Then she said "What did you just call me?" I didn't want to say it again as it was a mistake and to be honest.. she was scaring me haha. I replied "Mother you know full well what I said, there is no need for me to repeat it" she placed down her drink and "I have simply had enough. I do not see how you believe you are in a position to set the rules here when you are so clearly in the wrong and are deserving of such a punishment if not more. Your father and I discussed the matter of removing you from the waiting list for that Aston Martin you wanted. I think that now seems like a perfectly reasonable prospect." I stood up and threw the cloth I was using onto the floor and stormed upstairs, my mother was shouting after me as I did so however I was overcome with anger. I walked into my room and slammed the door, ensuring it made the loudest noise possible and then went into my wardrobe to pack a bag. I picked up all of the most recent items of clothing I had purchased, changed out of my tracksuit into slim Dolce & Gabbana jeans and a t-shirt along with a black Burberry mac and Prada lace-ups. I put some sunglasses, my wallet (I also took a few hundred pounds from my parents room) in another bag and went back downstairs. My mother came out of the living room as I passed and said "Where on earth do you think you are going?" I picked up my car keys and proceeded to the lower level. My mother came in pursuit. I walked past the pool and heard her heels behind me on the marble flooring as shouted "Kyle do not even think about leaving. This is situation is of your doing and you need to rectify it!" I tried to not listen to her as I was becoming more and more annoyed. I passed the gym and the sauna and changing rooms and went into the garage, unlocked my car and got in, locking it again as soon as I was seated. My mother appeared at the window and was saying something but I already had my ipod on at this point so I couldn't hear her and I drove off. I phoned Elliot, no answer, Kayleigh, no answer.. Kelly was in Marbella, Lee was in Chicago, Chloe was out for lunch.. I could barely think for anger and instead I opted against my friends and drove to the airport. Destination? Unknown.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I arrived I parked my car in the long stay car park and got my bags out of the car. I opened the boot to find my twenty or so bags of shopping and picked them up. As usual there were a few other things in the boot also such as bags and shoe boxes so I took out the bags and filled them with the new shopping... I knew they'd be useful one day. Not all of it fit as you can imagine so I walked in with two Louis Vuitton holdalls, a Gucci one and Prada and D&G duffels plus a large shopping bag from Vivienne Westwood. I entered the terminal building and walked to the British Airways desk and said "I need a flight as soon as possible to..." I thought "Paris. A jet, anything." She said "You're quite fortunate, there's a flight leaving in just under two hours. We only have First Class seats available. I told her that was fine and paid the £800 charge on my card and went to check in my five pieces of luggage (which was an extra charge, as usual) and took my shopping bag on board as hand luggage. Whilst I waited in the First Class lounge I phoned the Ritz in Paris and informed them of my flight number and instructed them to collect me from the airport. Following that my anger became side tracked as my fear of flying took precedence.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once in Paris I was collected by a driver and taken to The Ritz hotel. I was thankful of the escape I had made! I walked up to the check in desk and requested a room, the girl typed for a while and then said "We have standard or suites available" I booked a suite and placed my card into the machine to pay. I had to put my pin number in twice and then she said "I'm sorry but your card has been declined..." Something printed out on her computer and she said "I'm afraid this card has been cancelled sir." Anger once more! I replied "Oh I see... My name is Kyle McQuillan, my parents are Harold and Camilla McQuillan. Could you see if there's anything you can do for me." She asked for the assistance of a more senior man who asked for my name once again. I told him and he said "Ah Mr. McQuillan it's lovely to see you again. How have you been since your last visit?" I said "Quite all right thank you. Now, the issue with room?" he said "It's an issue no longer. The room is yours free of charge." I knew that would work. I have been doing it since I was twelve and at boarding school here in the city. I used to telephone the hotel and inform them of my name and they would send a car to come and collect me from school and chauffeur me around the shops in the centre of Paris haha. What's more, it states on my guest information that we are family friends of the Al Fayed family who own the hotel and I am exceptionally good friends with the heiress of the hotel, Camilla. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once in my room I scrolled through my phonebook and phoned a man and requested that he came round immediately. Whilst I awaited him I checked my messages: <i>Kyle I suggest you get back here immediately! How dare you defy me like that! </i>Gabrielle wrote <i>Uh oh.. You have certainly pushed all the right buttons now x</i> another message read <i>She's on the phone to Dad and he is going ballistic.. I have no idea why but this whole situation is rather amusing haha. Where are you? x</i> I had an additional message saying <i>Hahaha! I expected you to be at Elliot's house or somewhere but mother has just found out you've left the country. Meanwhile your sister is still scrubbing the floor! Swine. By the way; it might be wise that you don't answer your phone any time soon. Mother is just about ready to crucify you followed by decapitation and parading your head around the streets on a pole x. </i>When my friend Jean arrived I opened the door and he said "My my Kyle.. How it is nice to see you!" I began kissing him to put a stop to his pointless talking and wasted no time in getting him into the bedroom haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">By the time we had finished and I had evicted him it was around 9 pm and I messaged a couple of other friends teliing them I was back in Paris and wanted to do something. My friend Elle from school, former worker for Vogue and current worker for Chanel replied saying <i>It's lovely to have you back... I'm going out with a few of the girls from Vogue this evening. You would go down a treat. Join us x.</i> I decided I would go out but not drink... Anything to get my mind off my argument with my mother. I changed into Gucci pants and an Alexander McQueen shirt and a silver cardigan from Gucci. I had no longing to have my night ruined by messages from my parents thus I left my Blackberry in my hotel room and left. I entered the foyer of the hotel and told the concierge that they were in possession of my car keys. I left them there purposely so that I could obtain them at any time whilst in Paris. If I took them to London I would forget them when I came. Following this a driver took me the short distance to my apartment here in Paris. A present from my parents for my twenty second birthday which is currently under refurbishment, hence why I'm not staying there. Although, I have no checked on my progress of the apartment for quite a few months. Regardless it is where my Bentley (my birthday present from Gabrielle) is kept. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I collected Elle and drove us to the night club where I had an exceptionally good night. It was like a small reunion in the night club and I found that I knew an awful lot of the clientele in there. Of course, I found another person to sleep with and left early to take him back to The Ritz... The following morning I was woken by whispering in my ear and a certain something digging in my back haha. I'm sure you can guess how I spent the majority of my morning. In the afternoon I went to meet with my friend Jacques for lunch and had a catch up with him. I said that I'd pay for lunch and handed over my card. Once again she brought it back telling me it had been declined. I paid the bill in cash and left. I was now severely low on money as the cash I had brought with me had been spend on lunch and drinks the previous night. I asked the concierge what he could do and he gave me six hundred euros I thanked him and said "Just add it onto my room bill... My parents will pay it." I arrived in my suite and found my father sat in the living room on his laptop. I stopped when I saw him and turned around the leave again when he said "Kyle come here. Let's be reasonable now." I sat down next to my father and felt thirteen years old again when I would stay in this very hotel and my parents would ask me "Kyle why is it that school are telling us that you're being a bad influence on your class mates?" Only this time it was "Well firstly, what's done is done and dwelling on it shan't achieve anything. Yes I may have changed my tune somewhat after having time to think on that nine hour flight I had to get here to see you Kyle. Surely you understand why your mother reacted the way that she did" I nodded "Therefore Kyle, although you may not like it you were undoing the mess you had made. It is quite simple. Then for you to storm out and come to Paris is completely unacceptable." I began shouting and said "I beg your pardon!" however he told me to calm down and I continued "We all know that mother is going to purchase new carpet in all of those rooms were marks were made so I didn't believe there was any point in undoing that mess. I went about cleaning the garden without a single word as that shall remain, I cleaned the kitchen without moaning as that shan't be getting replaced either however slaving away completing the pointless chore or cleaning a carpet she has already decided she is going to dispose of is absolutely outrageous. Furthermore, it was not due to that why I left. It was because she said that I was no longer getting my car" when I said it aloud it sounded so brat like haha. My father said "Well primarily the conditions of you having that car were if you worked or not whether or not you played host to models and socialites so that deal still remains. Now your mother has calmed down and is with interior designers as we speak seeking new carpets and upholstery materials. I shall admit that we were both extremely angry when we found out and even more so when your mother saw it and sent me some images. However what's done is done, the house is getting redecorated and you are still, depending on your work ethic, getting your car. Ok?" He was being nice and I felt like the child from hell thus my eyes filled up and I apologised, he said "It's quite all right Kyle. Not to worry." He embraced me in his arms and hugged me for a while and told me how Gabrielle and my mother ended up having an argument too and then Gabrielle locked herself in the dance studio and put the music on and danced, completely ignoring my mother's presence... The house keeping staff ended up tidying the house. Whilst still hugging him I said "Oh you need to pay my bill here too" he pulled me out of his arms and to arms length and said "Oh I do do I?" I replied "Yes seeing as you cancelled my card I cannot charge it to your account myself so you shall have to do it. There's also an added charge of six hundred euros for some money which I loaned as I couldn't withdraw any in addition to room service et cetra. Oh and I took three hundred pounds out of your bedroom" My father laughed and said "I see your bad mood didn't curb your spending habits. It would be foolish of me to even think so." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I remained in Paris for two more days before returning to London for Elliot and Lee's birthdays. Within two days of one another Elliot turned 23 and Lee turned 22. I landed in London on Elliot's birthday and went to collect my car and drove home where I discarded of my luggage and telephoned him. I said the usual happy birthday and he told me his parents had purchased him a new apartment in Knightsbridge - an expensive address in London. Once I had acquired the details for my satellite navigation I got into my Porsche 911 and drove round. I passed his parents as they left the underground car park on my way in and made my way up to his apartment. As usual I had not purchased him anything, just as I wouldn't be buying Lee anything either. You may find this surprising as I seem to have no limits on my spending however, what do you buy for the people who have everything? My gift is usually a little more... Oral. Haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once we had finished and, if you like, Christened the apartment he showed me around. When I arrived there I didn't really see anything other than Elliot and the bedroom haha. Nonetheless I was exceptionally pleased to be the first person he slept with in there, and on the first day he was in possession of it! The apartment was divine! It was a large sized three bedroom, four bathroom apartment decorated in plush white with fur rugs, cushions and throws, I said "So you weren't getting the hint so much that your parents had to purchase the apartment for you to get you out of the house... It must be hard being unloved" he laughed and said "Kyle... Your parents buy your houses overseas, first New York but you didn't move there followed by Paris with the hope that you may be more inclined to move away but a little closer to home, yet still you linger. At least they still want me to be in the same city my friend" normally I would have given him a slight punch on the arm however it was his birthday thus I refrained from doing so. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">For the rest of the day I continued with my education in becoming a personal trainer and then invited my tutor, whom I have become good friends with, to come to Elliot and Lee's party with me. He said "I'd love to but I wouldn't want to impose and I would look significantly under dressed amongst your friends" I said "Oh be quiet, you can have something of mine or we can go to Harrods or somewhere this afternoon and what's more there is going to be more than eight hundred people there. I doubt they'll even realise you're present. You shall come and enjoy yourself." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Later that day Chris arrived at my hotel townhouse in his Jaguar XKR which I very kindly donated to him for the time he tutors me and knocked on the door. I let him in and asked whether he had eaten. Negative. I told him to order what he wanted from room service whilst I got in the shower. I shouted him upstairs once I was done and he walked into my room whilst I was wearing nothing other than a towel, he stopped in the doorway, turned and said "Oh, sorry Kyle" I laughed and said "It's quite alright, come in. Although I may be inclined to I am not about to pounce on top of you and drop my towel... Now, go into my wardrobe and pick out an outfit which you like." When I had changed into a pair of grey wool Alexander McQueen military trousers along with a white shirt from Dolce & Gabbana, brown braces from Jean Paul Gaultier, brown gloves from Jean Paul Gaultier and Vivienne Westwood pirate boots in brown and tan. Granted it was not an outfit everyone would be widely fond of however it was high fashion and on trend; all of the elite would be crawling out of their penthouses and inner city townhouses to attend this party so I had to look rather amazing. Chris chose a pair of black metallic jeans from Dior with a pair of silver shoes from Dolce & Gabbana and a white shirt from Gucci. I leant him a rolex and a wallet and then gave him a hundred and fifty pounds to buy drinks with.. Of course he refused however I told it was just incase, if he said my name at the bar he would get his drinks for free and Elliot's parents would pay the bill, however they don't do this for everyone... Out of past experience people seem to get far too intoxicated on cristal due to the free bar and the party turns into Pandemonium. I also invited Chris to stay at my house and take girls back with him if he liked, I did however forewarn him by telling him that the house often takes on the role of a brothel post parties haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We took a town car to the establishment where the big event was taking place and Chris went to join the back of the queue. I quickly grabbed his arm and walked with him straight to the front , I could hear my name being shouted from all directions as I passed the line to which Chris said "Jesus Christ.. Kyle. Not a single person here is ugly and every single one of them seems to know you" I smiled and said "Well enjoy.. You may get invited to such events of your own accord in future" the doorman who I had never seen before was stood holding a list which looked like the manuscript for a novel and I said "Good Evening, my name's Kyle McQuillan... I do believe I'm on the vip list" the man said "Yes you are... May I see some I.D please" I stared at him and said "I beg your pardon?" he said "Well we've already had three people claim to be a Miss Kelly Moss this evening and a further two saying that they're Gabrielle McQuillan.. So can you just prove that it's Kyle McQuillan stood before me" I showed him my driver's license and he lifted the rope, Chris however wasn't so lucky and I said "Erm excuse me, he's with me" the man said "Not according to the list" I replied "Yes well, I am vip according to that list and have been told by both hosts to bring anyone I wish. Now if you would like me to interrupt them in order to have them verify that for you then by all means I shall do so, however don't expect any future employment" he lifted the rope and I said "Hmm, I thought so much." Chris said "Jesus you gave him a mouthful, very well done though I must say" I laughed and replied "Well, I have power haha. If anyone says some horrible remark about never having seen you around before just say you're sleeping with me or Kelly. Neither of us will mind and it's likely that you would anyway but that ought to gain you a little respect haha." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The venue was spectacular, held in the establishment where many film premieres are held, the versatile space featured one main square bar in the centre of the room with blue lighting and an ice sculpture with several other smaller bars elsewhere. There was a stage which was currently vacant and blue illuminated dancefloor/walkways leading off that. There was plenty of seating around and many spaces in which to dance. It was, however, impossible to find anyone. At around half past twelve my mother text me and told me to come and find her. When I finally did so she was sat with my father, Oscar (Gabrielle's boyfriend who has lasted surprisingly long much to my dismay) and Elliot's parents. I'm sure Oscar despised every minute sat there but was trying to stay in the good books haha. My mother shouted "Kyle darling!" when she saw me and immediately threw her arms around me... Drunk. She was wearing a lovely camel coloured tank dress with fringe detailing on it, a pair of tights and Laboutin thigh high boots along with a pony skin clutch from Jimmy Choo. Honestly, she looked divine but I couldn't help myself in saying "That dress is lovely, I think I've seen someone else in it though" she laughed and said "Oh nice try Kyle, it's not even in the shops yet" I replied "Well how on earth have you acquired it then?" she replied "I have connections darling! You're just as bad as your sister. She told me not to linger on street corners and then waited for me to get half way up the stairs to change when she told me she was joking and hopes she has legs like mine at my age. Do you like my boots by the way?" she showed them to me and I nodded, she went on "They were only one thousand three hundred... Your Dad complained when I lead him into the illusion that they were only a thousand with the usual 'Oh camilla they will get worn once' it was a different story when he saw me in them I must tell you. My my, he was practically beggin-" I stopped her mid-sentance and said "Mother please!" she said "Oh yes dear, sorry. I completely forgot who I was talking to for a moment there. Don't tell him about the dress though, this was three thousand and this really will only be worn once. Everyone has seen me in it, he can't possibly expect me to wear it in public again.. I will take you shopping next week and treat you darling, Gabrielle too." Yes quite drunk. A moment or so later the dj said "Lee, there's someone who wants to say happy birthday in her own special way" and as much as I feared... There was Gabrielle on the stage, staring at Lee who was now stood on the bar with an intrigued audience following his gaze towards the stage. I would like to say she was wearing Lingerie but it was much worse. Wearing yet another pair of my mother's thigh high boots from Gucci along with garters and suspenders which were connected to her knickers and a studded hoodie. Her hood was pulled up over her face and she dropped down into splits, side on from the audience and bent over so her body was flat against her leg. I turned to my father who looked as though he had eaten sour grapes, Oscar looked half pleased half mortified and my mother was cheering and bellowing "Wooo!" haha. The song black and gold began to play and she, I suppose, came to life. Gradually she began moving from her start position and was touching her head with her foot whilst still in splits. Then, when the music properly began she simply closed her legs and forced herself up to standing, with a great cheer from the audience she began an array of quick complicated moves. After the second or third musical interlude Gabrielle withdrew a white towel or silk scarf or something from her pocket and coinciding with the music, whipped it and on came some friends behind her all with the same towel things in their mouths. Now, as I'm sure you can imagine, these were used to be purely provocative. Her hood was now down and as she used the towel a great smile spread across her face as the audience cheered her on. The dance finished with all of the dancers in a huddle in various positions, Gabrielle of course had her leg pointing towards the ceiling. Everyone cheered and Gabrielle began to speak on the microphone as the rest of her friends left the stage. She said "Thank you everyone haha. Lee darling come here.." Lee made his way onto the stage and stood next to her, she asked him whether he enjoyed and he laughed then said "Mmm... I'm trying not to enjoy it to much thus to avoid Kyle's fists" about a million heads turned towards me and Gabrielle said "That reminds me, may I just apologise in advance, father.. Kyle.. Oscar" Lee questioned "In advance?" she said "Yes dear, in advance" and began to laugh. She threw the microphone to someone off the stage and stood directly infront of Lee with her back to him, grabbed his hands and placed them on the front of her thighs. Now I was worried haha. I moved to next to my mother who was still cheering and Britney's Get Naked began to play about a minute into the song. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">At first she was moving from side to side then flicking/whipping her hips towards his crotch. Pleasant. Then she placed one hand on top of his on her thigh and took the other one and began to undo the zip on her hoodie. When it was undone she removed it and bent quickly so that she was touching the floor and Lee was stood smirking with my sister bent at his crotch. She slowly and provactively came back up to standing to reveal an even worse outfit. It was now apparent that her knickers were part of a one piece which looked like a sort of swimsuit however was see through on the most part and had large bits cut out from either side, her arms had black distressed material criss-crossing from her bicep and finishing at her palm and her fellow dancers came out sporting much the same outfit, however some were wearing corsets, others knickers and bra with the material around their torso's. Gabrielle winked at the audience and then dropped into splits, shut her legs then slid through his and then rose, caressing him as she did so. The dancer's grouped around Lee pulling his head and teasing him in all different ways, they all turned and walked Lee backwards slightly and the girls danced their extremely fast choreographed piece around him. Gabrielle advanced on him once more and one of the girls kicked a chair which came to a halt behind Lee's knees and he sat down. Gabrielle mounted him and wrapped her legs around him then leant backwards so that her head was almost on the floor then shot back up, raised her leg to her head and span around. Whilst Gabrielle lead the dance another girl would entertain Lee. The dance it's self was exceptionally good - I suppose she had to make it appealing to the females slightly too haha. It featured many jumps and spins and then all the girls stood in a line with Gabrielle in the centre and danced with their behind's facing Lee, much to his delight, then Gabrielle turned and the girls grabbed her outstretched arms and walked with her towards Lee and she walked up his torso and then slid down so that one leg was on the floor and the other was over his shoulder. All of a sudden she had flipped backwards somehow and landed in the splits with one leg under his chair, his legs were spread with her head very close to his crotch and all of the other girls were holding his head, talking in his ear, forcing his arms behind him etc. and the song finished. My mother's cheers resembled a fifteen year old watching her favourite band or something and she laughed and said "Kyle.. Look at your father and Oscar" I turned and they were both sat looking extremely miserable - the look on their faces made me too erupt into a fit of laughter. I imagine I would have been sat with them if it had of been a completely random boy but it was Lee haha, Gabrielle sat on top of him and spoke on the microphone once more and said "May I just clarify that this is not a frequent occurrence" there was a great simultaneous "Arr" from the audience and she continued "As I'm sure you have all found it is extremely hard to buy for the people whom have everything. Lee's womanising is no secret and therefore I couldn't think of a greater gift to give him... Wouldn't you agree dear?" Lee said "Yes thank you.. I couldn't have asked for anything more!" someone shouted something and Gabrielle said "Oh, the boots are from Gucci... Can I just thank all of my fellow filthy dancers.. Lee stand up and give them a kiss" he smirked and something then Gabrielle said "Oh, unfortunately Lee is going to have to remain seated for a while... His mother is present." My father then appeared at my side and Lee took the microphone and said "Thank you very much I honestly could not have wished for more. May I give special thanks to the choreographer and to the costume designer haha... Girls you are all welcome to stay, although I may not know some of you it would be foolish of me to not get to know you, perhaps we can arrange a repeat performance in a little more privacy... Gabrielle not included of course, sorry Haz haha! Please grant me one more wish on my birthday though and stay dressed like that. And finally Happy Birthday Elliot, I do apologise as I seem to have stolen your thunder somewhat. Have a nice night everyone!" My father laughed at Lee's comment and Gabrielle disappeared off stage. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I resumed my mingling and was given several drinks and then came accross Lee and he shouted "Sex god! There you are!" I replied "Oh hello" he whispered in my ear "When are you going to give me my gift, if you know what I mean" I laughed and grabbed his crotch then whispered "Well I would do it now, however it takes far too long" the package in my hand was growing larger fairly rapidly much to my amusment and he said "Well how about a quick one now and then you give me the full gift another day?" I didn't take him on at first but he said "Kyle! Your sister has just nearly killed me.. I need to release some tension!" I laughed and said "Ok then.. Let's go and find somewhere. Not the powder room!" Lee and I walked through the mass of people and Lee was given drinks by countless people on the way. I drank a few, Lee the others and then we found a vacant room; presumably used for other functions and within minutes, there's no nice way of saying this, his pants were around his ankles and I was on my knees ha. Lee is very similar to me in that his sheer love of sexual acts means he will do them with anyone, given that they're attractive of course. I myself, as you all know, am a homosexual however I will frequently take part in intercourse with my friend Kelly because the sex we have together is good, likewise with Lee, he's straight but I'm good therefore I often oblige, yet he is straight haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we returned to the party I had the delightful post oral sex taste in my mouth and went directly to the bar for a tequila shot complete with lemon. Whilst stood there I was bought a cocktail by someone and then someone told me how "fit" my mother was. I groaned and turned to see my mother and Gabrielle (who was now wearing a lovely leather dress from Miu Miu with black bondage style Laboutin booties and an Alexander McQueen clutch with a leather glove attached) dancing whilst every single man stood in close proximity stared, regardless of whether they had their arms wrapped around a girlfriend or not haha. As I passed the crowd I saw a girl scowl at Gabrielle and my mother and then turn back towards her friends, I then realised who it was... Olivia Jones! Ugh how I despise her. She slept with Gabrielle's ex-boyfriend of two years and then took great pleasure in informing everyone that she had done so. When Gabrielle and Jake split up she found the situation highly amusing. With that I slept with her boyfriend (he was straight but I am seductive haha) and sent her a picture of him lying naked in my bed - the man in question attempted to punch me for doing so but as long as I had succeeded in annoying her I didn't mind. Following that, at a party she told people that I had Chlymidia or something which infuriated me somewhat however out of nowhere a male was audible on the microphone who said "May I just inform everyone that Kyle does not have any STI's what so ever as I slept with him last night" people began shouting random things and the man said "Oh and Charles the night before, Daniel the night before that and Robert this morning... All of whom are sharing the same opinion. It is just some sad loser spreading crap as they have nothing better to do and are evidently jealous of Kyle's marvellous sex life." All the while I stood staring at Olivia laughing at her futile attempt to ruin my sex life. As the saying goes, pay back is a bitch. Thus, when someone annonymously sent me a sex tape of her I took great pleasure in having a couple of hundred copies made and sent them out to people who I knew, ensuring they knew who the person was who featured in the dvd. Of course this was highly humiliating for her as she was extremely poor in bed and was boasting rather foul cellulite. I'm sure you can imagine, she now despises both me and Gabrielle and she was extremely thrilled to see us. I said "What on earth are you doing here? Surely you weren't invited" she looked me up and down and said "Oh, I was wondering when I'd see you. You and that sister of yours tend to make a habit of making yourselves the centre of attention, with her dancing now and that performance on stage" I laughed and said "Oh Olivia darling, don't let jelousy turn you bitter... You could always go and do your own rendition on stage however we would all be staring at you for completely different reasons to what we were staring at Gabrielle for. Of course your sex appeal was anailated when we all had a viewing of that ghastly sex tape of yours. Anyway, I must go, people here actually like me and wish to talk to me.. Just stick to your rather confined circle of friends, oh and a little advice between friends... The alcopops aren't going to aid with your long lasting fight against cellulite dear. Have a nice night" she looked as though she was going to explode when I walked away and I immediately text Kelly saying <i>Olivia Jones is here! Who's she sleeping with? </i>Kelly replied saying <i>What on earth is she doing here?! I don't know but I'll send over one of the girls to 'see how she is and catch up' and then report back. Come and find me xx</i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><i></i><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Whilst I was with Kelly and Kayleigh I was kissed by several men and bought numerous beverages so as you can imagine I became increasingly intoxicated. I can't remember what I was doing but I was kissed by someone else on my way through the crowd and when I stopped my father was stood right next to me, I said "Oh, hello father" the man who I had just kissed "Well... He is better than they say! I know where you get it from Kyle" and he walked away whilst I was slightly mortified, as soon as that had happened a group of girls walked by and said "Hey Haz" one by one and winked at him, completely ignoring me although it was I who was their friend ha. He asked "Do you know where your mother is" I said "Look for the group of twenty year old boys and she's probably in the midst of it with Gabrielle" I had a quick look and there was my mother on the opposite side of the bar with a group of men, most of whom were models, doing shots. One of the men in particular she was doing such things with at my birthday party, his name is Mat Gordon and she refers to him as "the man who clicks on that advert!" Imbecile. My father asked "Who was that boy who you just kissed right in the middle of the dance floor" I slurred "I don't know, I didn't really see his face" my father's face dropped and I quickly did some damage control and blurted "his name was Frank!" Where that came from I will never know, my father just looked at me rather bizarrely and walked away. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I finally found Elliot after goodness knows how many hours and asked him if he was having a nice time, judging by his intoxicated state and the vast array of men around him I guessed he was haha. I saw Gabrielle stood laughing rather hysterically, what appeared to be, on her own. I went over and asked if she was ok and she simply turned me around and there I saw all of Gabrielle's dancing friends (still sporting their sexual outfits) stood around a fairly good looking man. I didn't see what could be so amusing about that until I saw Olivia Jones attempting to pull the man away from them all and trying to pull his head towards her. Olivia saw me and Gabrielle who were finding the situation highly amusing and stormed over to us, Gabrielle straightened and said "Having a good night?" Olivia shot back "This is all your doing. Do you think this is funny? Would you like me to go and find your boyfriend and seduce him" Gabrielle laughed again and said "Darling by all means do your best. It would, however be a wasted effort. You see, I wouldn't ever be attracted to a male whose standards allowed such vermin in their lives. You know, I could have you removed as you weren't invited and came as a plus one however I simply enjoy your presence too much! Not only do I admire seeing you stand out amongst the crowd and the constant talk of your horrendous sex tape behind your back but you make me look much prettier, it's evident to everyone that by us standing side by side that the guests go from overwhelmingly unkempt to well, near perfection" Olivia now didn't have a leg to stand on and said "What makes you think you're so great!" Gabrielle shot back "I wouldn't expect you to comprehend such an ego as evidently, with such an appearance it is completely unobtainable. Here is five pounds darling, go and buy yourself a drink. Of course Cristal is for those who boast class... An alcopop will do you just fine." Gabrielle started to walk away and then turned and laughed then said "Look I've done it again... Managed to ruin your chances with another male. Such a shame, they must be hard to come by" Gabrielle walked away and Olivia stamped her foot and screamed a little at the sight of her boyfriend with his tongue in Gabrielle's friend's mouth she turned to me and glared and I said "We're just pursuing the vendetta which you began. My friends and I shall do our best to wipe you off the social scene don't worry. Already you've missed how many fashion week's and sneaked in to how many parties as a plus one due to lack of invitation? Again, have a good night, you ought to make the most of them whilst they last, especially now that your membership at Maddox amongst others has been revoked - you see.. My friends and I really are getting rid of you." She looked like she was about to cry which was quite pleasing and I went to join in with the rest of the fun. Completely unfazed by the little argument we'd just had I danced and slapped hands away from my mother's bottom as though nothing had ever happened haha. Lee came over to my mother at one point and said "Can I have a birthday kiss Camilla?" My mother turned to him and kissed him on either cheek and he said "No a proper one" my mother stumbled a little then said "Lee, for the umpteenth time you are friends with my children and I have a husband" Lee said "So! Don't allow that to prevent your fun. Just a little kiss on the lips" Gabrielle was saying "Do it mother!" and Kayleigh's mother was saying "Woo! Camilla.. Live like your daughter would, she has a boyfriend and gave the boy a lap dance!" Gabrielle slapped her arm slightly and my mother said "Ok then" she turned to Lee and he placed his hands on her bum, she immediately moved them to her waist and said "I wonder how many times you have used this excuse this evening. It shall last no longer than a single second" and then, to my sheer horror, she kissed him! I don't believe their mouths opened thankfully and once finished Lee looked exceptionally pleased with himself and he became the envy of many men. My mother smiled at him and then her smile dropped and she said "Not as good as my husband I'm afraid." Lee laughed and said "Well, I'm no match for old Haz... Look at him there with all the models from Victoria Secret haha." I am oblivious as to why my parents seem to be at the centre of attention when there is a gathering between my friends and I. Such things happened at both mine and Gabrielle's birthdays! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">As the night went on people were beginning to think about who they wished to take home. As a result, I was being given drinks, whispers in my ear, the occasional person grabbed my hand and thrust it on their crotch or bum all in the hope that I would take them home haha. Mat Gordon, the male model from 'the click advert' as my mother would say, the rest of us know it as Pacco Rabanne's one million aftershave, asked me whether my mother ever cheated on my father - I assured him she did not and added "I was wondering whether you ever gave a little leniency with regards to your sexuality... You look like Christian Bale and I personally watch American Psycho with the belief that it's pornographic material as opposed to a horror film. My goodness he is so attractive! Well, the offer is there, personally I think you'd be a fool to refuse haha" he laughed and said "You say that to me every single time you're drunk Kyle. I know I'm attractive but I'm a supermodel, I'm out of your league!" I laughed and said "Oh you swine" and kissed him then said "Oh, not much resisting me then.. Don't deny yourself!" he replied "I was just seeing what all of the hype was about when it comes to you... No comment on my findings haha" he winked at me and I walked away. It kills me that he's straight! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">For the next couple of hours I listened to Kayleigh's mother slur how I shouldn't be a personal trainer and how she could find me a job within Vogue or GQ in a heartbeat, I wasn't really listening to her I'll be honest, I was keeping an eye on all of the men haha. My mother took her dancing and I went and made another circuit of the crowd. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Whilst I was talking to prospective sleeping partners I noticed that Gabrielle seemed to be a little stressed talking to Chloe Kelly and Kayleigh. I went over and asked what was wrong and whilst Gabrielle claimed it was nothing Kelly said "Oscar is in a mood with her because of her little stage performance... I suggested she used this as an excuse to get rid of him however she simply won't listen" I replied "I'll go and talk to him if you like. Kelly you can come with me" she shouted "NO! You will either punch him or tell him I said it's over. Kyle please" arr haha. I couldn't help but hug her she looks adorable when she's upset haha. Kelly said "Well why don't you just make yourself feel a bit better and sleep with someone else? I have had people coming up to me all night long asking about your relationship status and whether you cheat on your boyfriend. That little dance went down a treat with everyone except for that loser of a boyfriend of yours" I spotted Elliot with an exceptionally good looking man and said "I do apologise but who is that Elliot's with? I recognise him and I must say.. I am rather jealous!" Gabrielle gasped and said "Oh my god! It's that sex on a stick from Britney's Womanizer video." Quite right it was and I could not have given him a better description myself. I had no idea either Lee or Elliot were friends with him; if I had of been aware of the fact I would have made myself known haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">An hour or so later at around 4 o'clock I must have decided to finally make a decision on who to take home (this part of the evening is a somewhat haze.) I do however recall someone approaching me from the bar, grabbing my crotch and start to kiss me. Whilst he was doing so I felt another pair of hands on my buttocks and the same person kiss my neck... Time to leave! One of the men was called Kris Kranz and the other Tyler Bachtel (both international models - I'm sure if you google them they'll come up.) I didn't waste much time at all and telephoned a car to come and collect me immediately. The journey home I recall being somewhat intimate, I was being groped and pulled in all directions haha. That said, I certainly wasn't complaining. Once we arrived at my townhouse, as I'm sure you can imagine, I was extremely eager to get inside and when we walked in I could hear all sorts of noises, I walked into the kitchen and Kelly was sprawled on the breakfast table with her legs spread whilst in the company of a naked man haha. Upstairs a friend of mine Carl was in one bedroom, Kayleigh was in the other, Chloe was with two men in another, Lily (Donaldson) was in another bedroom being extremely loud and had a little conversation about work with the men I was with when they saw one another. When I walked into the last bedroom I could hear noise coming from I opened the door to see two girls and a man lying flat on his back. I walked a little closer and shouted "Chris has acquired sleeping partners!" I spoke to the girls, asked them how they were and told them how I hadn't seen them all night. We arranged to do lunch and then she said "Sorry, Kyle, can we talk in the morning... I've got my hands full" my my she did. Christopher is rather well endowed haha. To cut a long story short, I made a complete imbecile of myself getting undressed by falling over - not all that flattering I'll be honest and then had an excellent night! People were leaving my house when we were mid- way through! haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The following morning I was woke by one man straddled over my chest kissing me whilst the other concentrated on pleasing me from the waist down haha. Again, it was a few hours until we were finished and by which time everyone had left. I took the two men's numbers before they left and added them to my little black book before going to my parent's house. Upon my entrance I realised that the stairs were lacking in carpet and the walls were bare - no paintings... Oops. I went through to the living room, fearing the worst and yes, there was no seating, no carpet and no curtains. I looked out into the garden and all of the grass had also been replaced. My father entered behind me and said "How are you feeling this morning?" I told him I wasn't all that bad, merely tired and he replied "Well I have been better... It's those shots I was having with those girls haha. Me and your mother are talk of the younger generation my son. You ought to be proud of having parents like us" I said "Father please, you're quite the embarrassment and to be frank it makes me cringe. I am oblivious to what any of them see in you" he said "I'm not.. I'm quite the catch Kyle haha.. Where is that sister of yours by the way?" I told him I had no idea and the front door opened then slammed without a word followed by the sound of heels stomping up the stairs and a bellow of "Why is there still no carpet on these wretched stairs?! Every single sodding footstep is audible!" her bedroom door then slammed and my father said "Ah.. It seems I spoke to soon. I was quite enjoying the peace, but no, the children arrive!" I asked what was wrong with her and he said "I have no idea.. We shall soon know. If she's hungover or tired she will remain in her room, if she's in a mood about something she will go to the dance studio" her bedroom door opened followed by yet another slam and her coming down the stairs, she completely ignored both of us and went down to the lower ground floor, my father then said "If she's dancing to classical music and performing ballet then she's upset... If it's R and B or something similar then she's usually angry haha. I know the pair of you too well. Your moods are so frequent that I can decipher what is wrong with you without even a word" I replied "Oh fascinating father. Do you honestly not have anything better to do with your time? Where's Mum?" he replied "Well apparently the old paintings didn't match the new carpet which is arriving tomorrow so she has gone to a few galleries in search of new art. We're leaving for New York again tomorrow. Are you staying here or joining us?" I told him I would remain in London and perhaps take a trip to Paris to see my apartment. The phone began to ring indicating an internal phone call and my father said "Ok, I shall be right down dear" he hung up "It's your mother, she has several paintings in the car and can't lift them." I went with my father to the lower level, past Gabrielle who was leaping around the dance studio, past the gym, the pool and the changing rooms and into the garage. My mother was stood by the Audi Q7 with the boot open on the phone. She was wearing a pair of distressed black jeans, some Christian laboutin booties which had folded over leopard skin interior, a plain tee, Ysl sunglasses and a rather short puffy fur coat. I stroked her coat and she put the phone down, I asked her if it was vintage and she replied "Oh no, I purchased it from Burberry a couple of days ago... It's Rabbit!" My father said "Jesus Camilla... How many have you purchased?" my mother smiled and said "Enough for a couple spare.. We can always take them to other properties. I was thinking of taking one to the townhouse actually. You are so miserable, never mind oh thank you Camilla for trapsing around London all morning long thus our home can look delightful" he apologised and kissed her and then said "How many thousands was it today then?" My mother didn't answer this question and instead turned on the spot and said "They're not going to bring themselves upstairs you know... What's Gabrielle in a mood about?" My mother went and spoke to her whilst me and my father carried the 8 pictures upstairs. My mother came up a few minutes later and said "Kyle dear.. I'll take you and your sister shopping for winter clothes now if you wish. I suggest you go and get changed." I went upstairs to my bedroom to see what clothes I had with me and didn't really have all that much luck. I put on a pair of slim Dolce & Gabbana jeans along with a pair of vintage Gucci military boots and a plain white t-shirt. I picked out some rather large Gucci sunglasses and then went upstairs to my father's wardrobe to see what else I could find. I picked out a rather nice Dolce & Gabbana leather jacket which I put on and then stole his gold Hermes watch and went downstairs. Gabrielle was already downstairs which was rather surprising wearing a tight knitted dress along with a skull scarf both from Alexander McQueen, two tone tights and black heels from Chanel and a Hermes birkin handbag. My mother picked up her Chanel bag and asked which car we wanted to go in. I said "The Bentley and can I drive.. I can't cope when you do" she said "I suppose but only if you go slow." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Gabrielle's mood had vanished and I was becoming increasingly excited about the prospect of our shopping trip. I simply adore this bi-annual excursion we make, shopping for the new season! We arrived at Bond street and went in almost every shop. We started off in Armani where I purchased some shirts and my mother got some work clothes; following that we went into D&G.. Well that took quite a while. Whilst I waited for my mother and Gabrielle I counted three pairs of jeans, seven jumpers , six shirts, five pairs of jogging bottoms, about twelve t-shirts, four hoodies and three new leather jackets haha. My mother came and found me with all of the garments piled over my shoulders and arms and said "Christ Kyle what have you picked out?" I showed her and she said "Kyle my love, this spree is supposed to be for winter clothes, not lounge wear" as she picked up my tracksuits, I replied "Very well then. Why have you picked out this little black dress? Priced at one thousand two hundred pounds, hardly going to keep you warm in the winter months mother" she said "Yes very well, get them" Gabrielle appeared with a man carrying all the things she had chosen and they too were added to the little mountain waiting to be scanned. Next it was Diesel where each of us took our time trying on Denim etc. and then I stood with an arm full of clothing awaiting my mother who came out with two pairs of jeans and Gabrielle who had more than I. We dropped it all onto the desk where the till was and Gabrielle and I waited for our mother to pay. I then got several knitwear items from Ralph Lauren and then it was time for Jimmy Choo. Oh my life it was boring. I think Gabrielle must have tried on every single pair in the shop. I couldn't leave as I was attempting to stay in my mother's good books so I stayed and nodded when I felt it necessary. Due to the fact that my mother and sister required so much attention and were quite obviously prepared to spend a lot of money in the store the staff in Jimmy Choo closed the shop haha. Between them they got ten pairs of shoes, seven handbags and two pairs of sunglasses. As you can imagine, we were now overloaded with bags my mother said "I feared this would happen.." and handed the majority of hers to me. I had such a vast amount that I occupied the entire width of the pavement haha. We then went into Burberry, a new obsession of mine haha. I purchased three scarves, four snoods, a new leather trench coat, six items of knitwear and an umbrella. Gabrielle had picked out all the same scarves as me in addition to one made from Rabbit and several dresses and coats (one of which was goat and rabbit fur - the cost = £2,500... She gets so much more than me!) My mother paid and then we walked outside, sideways, and there were three men stood wearing black suits and sunglasses. My mother said "Ah, gentlemen. Thank goodness you're here. Here you go, do follow" she handed them her bags and Gabrielle did likewise, thus, as did I. We crossed the road and went into Hermes and my mother said "Well that's a lot simpler having no bags to contend with" I asked her who those men were and she said "Oh they're body guards, I sometimes use them when I go on business trips to places I deem as being all that safe. They do have multiple purposes though" My mother and Gabrielle looked at the new handbags and both placed orders for Haute a courroies (HAC) bags and at over seven thousand pounds each.. This wasn't a cheap visit either. Next we went into Louis Vuitton where I purchased a couple of bags and a piece of Jewellery. My mother and Gabrielle purchased countless things, ranging from scarves to bags to shoes and agendas. We then went to Celine which didn't take long but still cost a substantial amount of money. Following this we went to Chanel, Ysl, Gucci, Prada, Gina, Dolce & Gabbana and Alexander McQueen. Of course it goes without saying that people could not draw their eyes away from us. People were stopping and staring, the occasional tourist would take a picture of us, people would nudge one another as we passed all in the while hoping that we were someone in the public eye haha. Thankfully not. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">By the end of the spree, each of the men assisting us had countless bags as did Gabrielle, myself and my mother. As we had now walked a fair way from where we parked the car my mother said "Oh we'll just walk to The Ritz and I'll get us a chaufffeur to the car.. I cannot be bothered walking." My mother went inside whilst Gabrielle and I waited outside and seconds later she came out saying "Here we are, get into this one" we put all the bags we could possibly fit into the boot of the car and sat in the seats whilst the men piled them on top of us. Neither of us could move or see. Once at the car we went through the ordeal of getting them into The Bentley and yet again had to put them on knees and on the floor haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once at home Gabrielle got wedged in every single door trying to get into the house and set all of the bags down in the drawing room on the second floor. My father said "Oh, successful day then" Gabrielle replied "Yes extremely." We dined out that evening prior to my parent's and Gabrielle's return to New York. Once they had left I continued with my training towards becoming a Personal Trainer. At the end of a lengthy session of me being the A student that I am Chris said "Now, I would advise that you get yourself a job in a gymnasium somewhere here in London whilst we near the end of your course." I immediately sent an e-mail to my mother's personal trainer, Tracy Anderson and she said she would come to the house when she was free the following day. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">A couple of days later I had a written reference from Tracy herself and had acquired a job at a gym in London and was beginning my first day. I put on a Dolce & Gabbana tracksuit and went to the gym and was told what to do etc. I was then given a rather foul uniform and told to go and change. Well, I had no intentions of doing so and ignored that little instruction and merely put my bag in the locker and went into the gym area to be told what to do. I was immediately asked to do some gym work so that my manager could assess my fitness levels and therefore, if neccessary, I could be allocated the more demanding clients. I took off my hoodie so that I was wearing my lyra gym top and began running on the treadmill. I do believe my manager thought I was going to run and talk to him whilst he assessed me however I had no intentions of doing so what so ever and instead put my ipod in. I did wonder when he was going to allow me to stop and after an hour he said "Ok that's fine.. Now if you would like to follow me to spinning" I mounted the spinning bike and set it on gear 20 to begin with and had another hour long session before I was asked to go back on the treadmill for another forty minutes. I did so willingly and at the end of it he said "Well it's evident from this that you are extremely fit Kyle. Your heart rate has remained fairly low throught that considering the amount you have done and you aren't showing many signs of being remotely tired. Excellent. I will be extremely glad to have you as part of this team." I wasn't paying any attention what so ever... I was told my working hours for the following day and said there was a lady coming in who was beginning a personal training course... I could not wait.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The following day I arrived twenty minutes late (the queue in Starbucks was rather long) and went to the Personal Training desk wearing an adidas tracksuit which was much more attractive than the uniform the other members of staff were wearing. I introduced myself and spoke to everyone before the manager came in, he said "Oh good morning Kyle, nice and punctual on your first day" I just smiled and he said "Remind me of your surname" I told him it was McQuillan and he said "That wouldn't happen to be your Bugatti parked on the car park would it?" I tutted and said "Oh for goodness sake. I hate that wretched number plate, I can't get away with anything. It's actually my father's but he's currently living in New York so, while the cat's away..." one of them said "Oh my god. What do your parents do?" I replied "Oh I don't really pay all that much attention. They're in Real Estate and the stock market and construction. This is the first job I've ever had" they all laughed, I have no idea what at and then one of the girls said "I knew you weren't like the rest of us. You're the only one who doesn't have a London accent" ... Thank goodness. I endured their fuss over my father's car and then the lady arrived whom I was expected to get in shape. She was very pretty, had blonde hair and was wearing a velour tracksuit from Juicy Couture. I sat down with her and weighed her, asked her a few questions and got to know her a little. She was twenty six and is getting married in February before settling down to have children. I said "Oh my. You're only four years older than I and the thought of settling down some time soon evokes feelings of fear haha." The session lasted quite a while and Casey and I got on extremely well, she had booked another session for the following day so I said I'd see her then. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Two days later after yet another day working the threat which my mother inflicted upon me of not having my Aston Martin came back to me and scared me somewhat. I went to Gabrielle's wardrobe in my house and looked through her shoes. I found a pair of unboxed YSL Trib two heels and put them into a YSL bag and went and got into my Lambourghini and drove to my parent's London office. Once there the receptionist granted me access and I asked someone to guide me to my father's office. Once in there, as I had hoped, his personal assistant was sat behind her desk on the phone. I took a seat and waited and when she hung up she said "Mr. McQuillan, what can I do for you? You're parents are in-" I said "Oh no I'm here to see you... I was wondering if you knew anything about the Aston Martin my father is getting me?" she said "I am not in a position to discuss such things with you unfortunately without permission from either your mother or father" from past experience I had anticipated this. I put the bag on her desk and she looked inside then said "Kyle.." I replied "Look at them before you begin complaining" she opened the shoe box and admired the shoes and said "I have been looking at these on your mother for months! Well... I shan't tell you but let me just send this e-mail and then I'm going to get a cofee... In my new shoes." Once she had left I took her seat and typed my criteria into the search box. Sure enough several e-mails came up; I read a couple and then one which said <i>Confirmation of order placed for Mr Harold McQuillan. Aston Martin One-77... </i>along with all of the specifications!! I became overwhelmingly excited and more or less skipped out of the office haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">That afternoon Chris came round to continue teaching me and as usual, my attention span was short, he asked "Kyle, are you paying any attention what so ever?" I told him I wasn't and said "I'm bored.. What can we do?" he said "I don't know Kyle... Finish this perhaps?" I was talking to Kayleigh on my Blackberry Messenger who shared my thoughts and said <i>Let's go to Paris! </i>I suggested it to Chris and he was like a child at Christmas haha. I told Kayleigh we would come and she said <i>Marvellous.. I shall have an assistant book a jet. I'll get a helicopter to the airport I think x </i>I got an e-mail ten minutes later of jet confirmation, leaving at 7 pm. It was now 2. I told Chris and he said "...We're going on a jet?" haha. I told him to come upstairs whilst I looked for clothes and went into a spare bedroom to get some suitcases... They were all full. Marvellous. I opened every trunk to reveal a mass of clothing and began to sort it out. I had two piles, one for the dry cleaners and the other for the charity shop. I told Chris he could look through the piles and he fished out more or less everything and asked what was wrong with it I shrugged and said "I don't know.." You can go and look in the wardrobe in the next room - they're all clothes I've worn on nights out and I doubt I'll wear again... Take some garments if you wish. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When the time came to I had packed rather a lot (8 cases) and had a chauffeur take me to Chris' house to collect him. There were two cars, the one I was being driven in which had three of my trunks in the boot and the car behind which had luggage on the backseats and filling the boot. Chris opened the car door and said "Is the second car for me or am I in here with you?" I told him he was in here and he needed to put his bag somewhere. He opened the boot of the car and promptly shut it, he then went to the car behind and opened that boot, closing it straight away again, he then opened the car door of the other Mercedes and came back to my car with his case and said "Kyle, I feel I have underpacked. Where the hell am I supposed to put this case?" I looked up from my Blackberry and saw his small case and Nike holdall which he was taking and immediately felt sorry for him haha I said "Oh I don't know... The driver will do it." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once at the airport we were greeted by airport staff who took control of my two luggage trollies I was about to kill small children with whilst I looked after my holdall haha. Someone also took Chris' case for him which he became rather excited about, he asked "Kyle, what is the procedure when travelling via jet?" I smiled and said "You shall see.." We walked straight through to security and got into an invitation only queue. As usual I had to more or less strip, then our little entourage lead the way through departures onto the tarmack and drove us to our jet. We got on board whilst the airport staff loaded our luggage onto the plane and found Kayleigh sat in an armchair on the phone. Within five minutes the luaggage was all loaded and the doors were closed for takeoff. Chris said "Oh my goodness.. That is so much easier than travelling commercially. That took less than twenty minutes." Kayleigh said "Don't talk to him now, that is unless you want a mouthful. Kyle here isn't the most pleasant on a flight, especially during take off and landing." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we arrived in Paris we were collected more or less on the runway by three chauffeured cars and got in asking one another where we were staying Kayleigh said "My mother's secretary made us a reservation for two suites at The Crillon... We have the Louis and a presidential" I replied "Well I need to check on the progress in my apartment thus if that is in a fit state then I shall stay there and you two can reside at The Crillon. Failing that however, I shall share a suite with you Kayleigh as I imagine you will be taking the larger of the two." Chris said "I feel awful, would you like some money towards it Kayleigh?" she laughed and said "Don't be so absurd, it's fine" Chris said "Are you sure, I don't mind" I replied "Chris... A presidential suite is four thousand euros per night" Kayleigh was now on the phone to her mother and he said "Kyle! I cannot let her pay that for me" I replied "Oh do be serious. The girl makes me look poor! What's more her mother is a regular client between here and The Ritz so I imagine she got a special rate. Just be quiet and let your hair down." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we arrived at the hotel people immediately began getting our luaggage out of the three cars and taking it inside, when we walked in the manager approached Kayleigh and said "Miss Barrack! 'ow are you?" she smiled and said "Very well thank you, could you please ensure that my friend here is well looked after. It is his first time in The Crillon and I feel it is crucial that you make a good first impression" he said "Of course, there is champagne in your suites waiting. 'Ow is your mother? She comes in two days!" We were issued keys and wished a nice afternoon and got into the lift. We took Chris to his suite first and he said "Oh wow!" and Kayleigh said "Well just freshen up a little, order some room service, eat from the mini-bar what ever, don't hold back simply because I'm paying and then come up to our suite. It's on the top floor." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once in our room the mass of luggage was delivered and then I phoned The Ritz and told them to bring my car to me. I leave it there as it seems the safest place and that way I won't forget my keys haha. The concierge phoned me a couple of minutes later and said "Mr McQuillan there is a Bentley here for you." I asked them to park it and walked to my apartment, just a short distance away on the Rue de Rivoli. When I entered the apartment had completely changed. The marble which I handpicked from samples had been laid in the foyer and an antique table had been placed in the centre. Various pieces of art decorated the walls and through one of the archways I could see a new living area. I took a little explore at my Paris meets Park Avenue decor and admired all of the new furnishings, including my four poster bed haha. The only thing which wasn't complete in the apartment was the building work being done one of the bedrooms in order to change it into a walk-in wardrobe and what's more my dining table had not yet arrived. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">For the rest of the time in Paris we had nights out, met with friends, dined and shopped. Kayleigh's mother flew in for work comittments and with her she brought my dog (as she was coming from New York) thus many of my days were filled with two 7 mile runs with Maddox. On the 17th of August Gabrielle messaged me saying <i>You have to come to this party with me Kyle! Jackie is booking you a flight as we speak! x</i> I received flight confirmation informing me of my departure that evening from Paris to JFK and began packing my belongings. Kayleigh and Chris had already departed for London by this point thus I was travelling alone. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I arrived in New York the following day along with Maddox I had someone from The Plaza come and collect me and take me to my apartment. When I opened the door I was in sheer horror at the state of my apartment. As I waded my way through the bags in the hallway I entered the living area to see suitcases and trunks with clothes spilling out, shopping bags littering the floor, shoes thrown and garments on every surface. Gabrielle enetered behind me with Oscar and said "Kyle! You're here!" I stood whilst she hugged me and then she walked in, dropped her Louis Vuitton dance bag on the floor, removed her boots and kicked them to the side and then threw her handbag onto a side table. I questioned Gabrielle about the state of my apartment and she said "Oh they're all garments though, it's easier for me to see what I've got when it's all spread out." I sent a message to a friend of mine in the city and said <i>I have just arrived at my apartment in New York... What are your plans for this afternoon? </i>he almost immediately replied <i>I'll be round in 10. </i>I asked Gabrielle to leave and she said "Oh Kyle honestly!" I replied "Gabrielle please save it. I have just been on a nine hour flight. Can you take Maddox with you?" she reluctantly agreed and said "Oh actually I shall take him for a run. May I leave Bambi with you?" her annoying little Pomeranian was running around the place as usual and she bent down and spoke to Maddox like a child, telling him how she was going to take him on a proper run, not a rubbish one like Kyle takes him on... She really is a special girl haha. Once she had left I quickly got into the shower so that I felt a little more alluring for when my friend arrived. He did so sooner than I imagined and I answered the door wearing nothing but a towel, he stood there and smiled for a moment and then stepped forward and immediately started kissing me. I dropped the towel as I held his behind and shut the door... Our eagerness prevented us from making it to the bedroom and instead we opted for the settee. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we had finished I looked at my phone to see a message from my mother saying <i>Honestly Kyle! You hadn't even been in the city half an hour! Come round once you've put a stop to your despicable actions x. </i>Thank you Gabrielle! ha. I took a town car to my parent's townhouse on the Upper East side and was greeted coldly by both of my parents, my mother said "Oh, finished have we?" whilst my father said "Clear where your priorities lie Kyle... The first thing that springs to mind when you arrive in the city where your parent's reside-" I said "Father, it is a need which has to be fulfilled... You and mother can wait. I was correct in thinking you'd still be here a couple of hours later." I went and found Gabrielle and asked her the details of the party I was accompanying her to. I was informed that my parent's were now also attending, marvellous - a family outing! and that it was the Premiere for a fly on the wall documentary following Anna Wintour entitled The September Issue. It sounded rather exciting and she said "Well I got two sets of invitations, Sienna (Miller) sent us some and then Marc (Jacobs) sent me one along with a plus one!" I wondered what I could wear and simultaneously Gabrielle said "Look at my dress! It was returned from being altered this morning" she showed me a lovely sleeveless Preen dress with multi-pannel pattern. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When the day arrived I took my things to my parent's townhouse to get ready. When I arrived Gabrielle was walking around the house in her underwear with rollers in her hair and my mother was stressing over clothing. It was between her Balmain quilted leather skirt (two and a half thousand pounds) an Emmanuel Ungaro dress (£2,300) or a Balmain mini dress which was covered entirely in sequins and had high peaking shoulder pads. I asked her how much she had spent on the lovely Balmain dress and she said "Oh, I think it was seven thousand..." My father walked in behind us and said "Camilla.." My mother winced and said "Yes dear?" he replied "Do tell me you haven't spent seven thousand pounds on a dress you are contemplating wearing to this event this evening and as a result of doing so you will never wear again" she smiled and said "Yes dear, that's precisely what I've done" he began to moan and she said "Oh do be quiet Harold. It won't just be worn once... Gabrielle might wear it" he finished "Yes once just like her mother" she replied "Yes of course. You may complain but I don't think you would like it all that much if people were coming over to you informing you that your wife looked like a frump wearing the same thing she always does as opposed to the twenty year olds who tell you of their envy towards you" she walked into her dressing room with the dress and came out looking splendid. With a deep V neck going between her breasts my father looked at her to continue arguing his case and was speechless, she winked at me and asked "So Harold... Was it worth the money? I was considering wearing it with my thigh high boots" he looked up at her and walked towards her, placed both hands on her bum and said "Oh Camilla-" I was repulsed and immediately left their bedroom, ensuring I closed the door behind me. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I went and spoke to Gabrielle for a while whilst she had her makeup done and I had my hair cut by the little entourage who had inhabited the townhouse. I usually delay my preparation otherwise I end up waiting around for my mother and Gabrielle. After about an hour or so my mother came back into the giant bathroom, now in her dressing gown and said "I need my makeup redoing and can you fix my hair please" I stared at her and said "Oh that is foul" whilst Gabrielle said "Oh mother.. Your children are just downstairs. Honestly!" she just laughed and said "Oh do be quiet the pair of you" I made my way to my bedroom and my father passed me on the landing looking rather happy and tried to hug me however I dodged him and said "Please don't touch me father" haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we were finally ready we had two chauffeurs come and collect us. My mother had chosen her Balmain dress along with some Giuseppe Zanotti swarovski embellished heels and an oversized Lanvin clutch; Gabrielle had accessorised her Preen dress with a Chanel clutch, Marc Jacobs ankle boot heels with metal embellishment on the heel and a pair of quilted leather elbow length gloves. I had chosen a black suit from Gucci and my father a grey one from Prada. We arrived at the event and avoided all of the cameras. Mine and Gabrielle's good friend Sienna was at the side of Anna Wintour having pictures taken when we arrived due to her featuring on the cover of the magazine which the film centres around... We are yet to go out and celebrate along with her sister Marisa - a model for Victoria Secret. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The film was amazing and Gabrielle spent a great deal of time talking with Marc Jacobs about work at the after party. She introduced me to him and he said "We've met before haven't we here in New York... Remind me when it was" I told him it was the party held by Andre Leon Talley for Jennifer Hudson, he replied "Oh yes. I rememember. Well you both look divine I must say and I can see where you get it from. Is that your mother?" we told him it was and he said "Oh, well, you all made excellent choices whilst under the watchful eye of Anna Wintour and Gabrielle I love those shoes!" Of course, they were by him, he asked whether Gabrielle was attending fashion week and she said "Yes of course. However I cannot decide whether to attend working behind the scenes or watching the show. I think I may go with the latter" he said "Hmm wise, it does get a little hectic. You know there's always a job for you with me should you want it. I must go, it was lovely meeting you again Kyle and Gabrielle we will have to go for lunch or something. I'll be in touch if I don't see you later." It was only when he walked away that I realised he was wearing a skirt and carrying a clutch. Although it may sound absolutely horrendous he actually pulled it off. It's not something I myself would opt for though. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">As the night went on my father spent most of the evening talking with Donald Trump about business whilst my mother was talking to some of her friends and Renee Zelwegger. Gabrielle and I were talking to Sienna Miller for a while prior to our departure. Whilst in the town car back to my apartment I sent a message to a friend and he accepted my request of coming round. Gabrielle noticed I was messaging someone and said "Kyle do tell me you're not inviting someone round at this time" I replied "Yes Gabrielle I am. I am oblivious as to how you think you're in a position to dictate to me" she replied "Kyle I am exhausted and would much prefer sleeping rather than listening to the sound of my brother having sex in the next room. I replied "Excuse me Gabrielle but it is my apartment in which I shall do as I please, whether it inconveniences you or not. Where is Oscar anyway?" she replied "He has work to do" I told her "Well I have things to do also so I would much prefer it if you were to go and harass him than me" she looked at me and said "You are such an idiot Kyle! Driver, we're going to the Upper East Side first please.. Carnegie Hill if you would." We sat in silence for the rest of the journey, both tired, an argument was inevitable. When we arrived at my parents townhouse she said "Thank you for the good evening. On the other hand the early hours of the morning weren't so pleasant. I shall text you tomorrow." When I got to my apartment Brent was already waiting in the foyer. Even more attractive than I had remembered, the wall street man followed me upstairs and once in the confines of my apartment I began what I do best. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The following day I went to the townhouse to get Maddox so that I could go for a run. My mother was just going out for a meeting when I entered and said "Oh good morning dear. It was extremely kind of you to kick your sister out of your apartment last night so that you can have sex. You ought to think about your actions and apologise to her." I replied "Mother, it's not as though she had to sleep on a bench in the park" she replied "That is not the point Kyle! I am not discussing this with you now, I have a meeting to go to. I shall talk to you later." With that I went into the sitting room and began having an argument with Gabrielle haha. Intercourse the previous night lead to me not having much sleep thus I was in a worse mood. We were shouting at other about all sorts and then she brought her leg up and kicked me rather hard in the chest with her heel. I grabbed her foot when she did so followed by her arm and kicked her other foot and released her arm so she was dangling by one leg. She was screaming whilst I gazed down at her amused at the sight of her struggling. My father came into the room and said "What on earth is all this noise about?! I am having a meeting in the office now will you both be quiet! Kyle put your sister down" I stared at her for a moment dangling upside down and he said "Now!" I walked over to the chaise longue and set her down as soon as I did so she kicked me and as a result I sat on her and she began emitting screams once more haha. My father walked over to me, twisted my arm up my back so it felt as though it was on the verge of breaking and marched me out of the room saying "Kyle I have two men sat in the office where I should be, however I am absent due to the havoc you are causing, now if you'd be so kind as to leave your sister alone and stay away from her or alternatively leave the house and go back to your own apartment that would be marvellous. Maddox came out of the kitchen and saw me so I gritted my teeth and he crouched and did likewise, growling at my father who still had control of my arm. I said "Father you do realise that he is trained to attack when I am in danger and believe me I would let him" my Dad laughed and I said "Speak Maddox, speak!" As requested Maddox began growling and crouching lower, still showing his teeth and then began to bark my Dad said "Kyle no, the entire house shakes when he does that!" I didn't order him to stop until my father released me and then bent down and told him how much of a good boy he was haha. With that, seeing as I wasn't wanted in my parent's house, Maddox and I left and ventured on an 8 mile run.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I returned to London a couple of days ago to attend a birthday celebration for a friend and have remained here. Nonetheless, I shall be returning to fashion week in September to attend fashion week... My invitations have already begun arriving! I only realised today that I had completely abandoned my job here in London which lasted a whole todays without so much as contacting them. If I'm honest it didn't even cross my mind once...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Speak soon, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Much love, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Kyle. </p>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-10750838479016255302009-07-31T14:56:00.000-07:002009-08-05T04:43:26.620-07:00Horse Races, July 4th and an unlikely occurrence for ones self...<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">It has been a while since I last wrote and a fair bit has happened since. One of which being the attendance of Ascot. As a group we opted for ladies day as our day of choice and Kelly and I spread the word of our prospective attendance. As you can imagine, everyone obliged; the girls cannot decline the chance of getting dressed up whilst the males are rather fond of betting. In the week prior to the event Kelly had her parents assistant arrange a box and everyone went out in search of something to wear. For myself it was fairly simple; a trip to Saville Rowe. The girls on the other hand, having found dresses it was the usual dilemma of hat or fascinator...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When the day had arrived Gabrielle flew to London from Los Angeles and arrived at my parents house with her hair in rollers and suitcases in tow - I then recieved a text message informing me of her arrival and instructing me to come round immediately haha. I did so and gave her my verdict on her head wear. My mother entered the house at that point wearing a miu miu skirt along with a cream Stella McCartney blouse, tights and a purple clutch. Upon hearing Maddox's deafaning bark as she opened the door she shouted "Kyle darling are you here?" Then as Bambi went charging to her she said gasped and said "Gabrielle too!? Where are my babies?!" Me and Gabrielle gave one another a perculiar look and then called her name. She came into the kitchen and as she did so winced as Maddox began barking once more, my father then exclaimed "Camilla" to which she replied "I'm in here darling." Upon walking in he completely ignored my presence and instead went straight to Gabrielle to hug her. I was baffled as to why the pair of them were in such a good moods, usually it is this time of day that I attempt to avoid them unless they instigate the communication; mere hours earlier I had phoned my mother to ask if I could borrow the Rolls Royce for ascot and got the reply "Kyle! Do you honestly believe that I care about what car you take. I have much more pressing commitments at the moment. Be so kind as to hassle your father with these pointless questions. I am far too busy." haha. Slight change of mood. Gabrielle asked "Do tell me you're not pregnant.." My mother chuckled and said "No, of course not! What ever gave you that idea?" Gabrielle replied "Both of your uncharacteristic moods given the time of day." She replied "Well if you must know darling your father and I have just single handily saved a very prestigious, well known hotel from bankruptcy through purchasing a rather hefty share, meaning we are part owners of a hotel in Las Vegas." Gabrielle gasped and said "Can we call it The McQuillan and have a dance studio in there where I can teach?!" My mother and father's faces were quite the opposite to Gabrielle's look of entusiasm and they merely replied "No darling, we shan't be getting any sort of recognition for doing this - p.r. have made sure of that. Nevertheless, if you have a great desire to teach dance dear then there is no reason why we ought to do it through a hotel.. What are the pair of you doing this evening?" I replied "We're going to ascot in a few hours" My mother replied "Oh my goodness, I completely forgot it was this weekend! I want to go!" Gabrielle shouted "Do come mother!" she smiled and said "Ok, I shall. Let me ring Elliot and Kayleigh's mother's. I do believe Kelly's mother is in St. Tropez.." A few minutes later she returned to the room and said "I think we ought to get a driver there and take The Phantom... Yes we shall" she pressed a few buttons on her blackberry and turned the phone onto the loudspeaker and spoke whilst she typed away on her laptop... It was my hotel. She said "Good morning it's Mrs. McQuillan, I am calling as I require a driver - or several - this afternoon for a journey to Ascot. I imagine the cars will be provided by us thus it is merely chauffeurs that we need." The concierge replied "Unfortunately Mrs. McQuillan several of our drivers are already allocated collections etcetra this afternoon so we may not be able to-" my mother being the lady she is replied "Excuse me, my contributions over the past few years towards the running of that hotel have been somewhat vast and consistent. Therefore not only am I entitled to a chauffeur when I request one but I most certainly deserve one. So please, do save me the hassle and just arrange it. Thank you" she then hung up, smiled and said "Chauffeurs sorted. Gabrielle come join me in my wardrobe, I have several suitable dresses; I don't know whether to wear a fascinator or a hat..." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Whilst Gabrielle and my mother went to get ready I phoned Elliot and asked how he was getting to the races. He told me that he would be driving Ellie there in his car so with that I phoned Kelly and asked whether she wished to come with me. Her response was "Yes! That is marvellous! I am running rather a lot behind schedule, I'm only just arriving home to get my makeup done and if you're driving that means we can leave at least 15 minutes later! What car are we taking?" I had a minor thought: Porsche 4x4, Porsche 911, Audi R8, Jaguar XKR, Lambourghini or borrow one from the family? I suggested the Lambourghini however she merely said "Ask your Dad for the Bugatti" I replied "Kelly do be serious! For some unknown, absurd reason he never allows me to drive it..." she tutted and said "Perhaps because you crashed it into a concrete bollard! Imbecile. Just ask and failing that I shall ask and failing that... The Rolls?" I replied "Ohh the Rolls on which Gabrielle dented the door by opening it onto a street light? Chances of getting that one are also slim..." she replied "Makeup artist is here now, do try and text me with your response.." With that I took a deep breath and went into the office where my father was sat behind his desk on the phone. I felt as though I had been summoned to the headmaster's office haha. I took a look through some of the papers on his desk at various properties, yachts, apartments, buildings that were being renovated and so on. Once off the phone he said "I'm sorry Kyle, I'm going to have to nip to the office, I've forgotten a portfolio which I need. Is it anything important? Oh actually could you drive me, your car is out?" I wasn't going to decline, despite wanting to, as I wanted something from him, thus I drove my father to the centre of London in my Audi and parked at his offices. I wanted to go in with him - I don't know why (intrigue perhaps?) and as we entered the office there were people dashing through the corridors, people behind glass walls taking their seats and others sitting bolt upright and saying "Good afternoon Mr. McQuillan." My father would merely smile and then a few girls came over and handed him some papers and read messages to him whilst my father told them how to deal with the situation. A man then approached talking about something I did not understand in the slightest. Then, whilst still mid conversation with the man my father said "Carolyn, do tell me why you're wearing flats?" she apologised and scurried off then my father mumbled "For crying out loud" and as a lady approached to tell him something he said "Samantha, why do you think it's acceptable to dress down on a day when Camilla and I aren't in the office?" she didn't say anything and he said ".. Did I or did I not just ask you a question?" the girl said "Err, well.. I went out with friends last night and my feet are hurting-" "Ohh, so in addition you also think it's acceptable to come into work over tired due to your social life. My office." I realised at that point that she was one of the girls who my mother brought to Los Angeles with her a few weeks ago and allowed to stay in our Beverly Hills home. I felt awfully sorry for her and knew that, in her position, I would do exactly the same and swear at my father when his back was turned. With that I said "I do apologise and I know it's not your job, but could you go and get me a glass of water?" I winked at her and shook my head and then motioned for her to go, she replied "Yes of course." My father began to say something but I just said "I'm thirsty father and I have no idea where to locate a glass of water.." Jackie, the family assistant, walked down the corridor at that point and told my father that someone was here to see him and then looked at me and said "Oh hello Kyle, what on earth are you doing in a place of work?!" I replied "Dad I shall catch you up in a moment" once he had passed Jackie said "I'm afraid we'll have to walk and talk" I continued "Well, I want to borrow the Buggatti.. Is there any chance you can steal it for me?" she replied "Kyle, do not be so ridiculous" I said "Oh no it's fine, just blame it on me!" to which I got the reply "And then when you crash it just like last time who's left with the great chore of trying to get it fixed, or attempting to get it fixed in secret as requested only to get found out..." I gasped and said "You swine! You claimed you had nothing to do with that when my father asked you and blamed all of it on me, despite the fact that you were the one who suggested getting it fixed unknowing to him and then sent it off to the car fixing factory or where ever it is broken cars go" she smirked and said "Arr, poor Kyle" I wrapped my arms around her and continued to walk down the corridor with her saying "Please Jackie, please" whilst she ordered me to get off her. In the end I gave up and said "I hate you" she smiled and said told me the feeling was mutual, I then said "Oh Jackson... I appear to be unable to find my way to my father's office..." she replied "Not interested in talking to someone who hates me dear... Places to go, people to see. Talk later." And she disappeared around the corner. Swine haha. I then asked a pretty woman whom I recognised how to get there and she replied "I'm his assistant so if you'd like to follow me... Did reception grant you access? I don't believe he has any meetings or appointments booked today and I do believe he's only nipped in for a short while." I replied "Oh no. I'm his son" she extended her hand and said "Oh I do apologise. I'm Lisa. I thought I recognised you. What are you doing here, your father always claims you're not the working type and that you spend your days spending his money.." I took a quick glance at what she was wearing, Laboutin heels (at least four inches) with a pencil skirt and blouse. My father has clearly set his standards well with her haha. I replied "Oh I'm not. I'm hoping to borrow his car this afternoon to go to the races so I am merely attempting to keep him happy before I ask him" We turned a corner into a white room with a curved black glass desk topped with a grey surface, behind the desk on the wall there was a quilted leather piece of wall art which had the name of my parent's company written upon it in silver lettering. Opposite the desk there were four black and grey dome seats which surrounded a balck glass and steel coffee table and directly ahead of me there was a vast frosted glass wall. Lisa took her seat behind her desk and picked up the phone. Seconds later she said "You may enter" and pressed a button beneath her desk which immediately unfrosted the glass so that my father's entire office was visible. I walked in and the interior matched the foyer exactly, only instead of a leather wall piece there was a similar effect created through the use of wall mounded drawers which surrounded a television. I took the time to explore and opened various doors revealing coats and things, other rooms and then one door revealed another office which was vacant. I stepped inside the room which was entirely white - white lilies, white computer, white desk, white mirror, only with the occasional splash of black.. My mother's office. One one wall there was an array of photo frames all varying in size creating a collage of family photos. The most recent I saw was of me asleep on my father whilst on the yacht for my birthday - a late night with a gentleman had exhausted me haha. My father walked in and said "Kyle, what is so intriguing? You've looked in every possible place" he saw the picture I was currently looking at and said "Arrr, aren't you undeniably cute. Give your father a hug! I did so and whilst engulfed in his enormous arms I said "Dad, can I borrow the bugatti today please?" He released me from his arms and immediately said "No!" however I merely hugged tighter and said "I do love you Dad" he laughed and said "Granted, I love you too Kyle, but I'm afraid I love my cars a great deal also and therefore shan't be putting them in the hands of you my dear who insists upon driving over the speed limit and thinks he has the car in reverse, looks over his shoulder and drives forwards into a bollard." I stamped my foot and said "One time father! I have never done anything since!" he merely said "Oh shush. Let's depart."</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we arrived at my parents house I walked in along side my father and said "I'm just going to steal it!" and ran upstairs, my father was soon in pursuit shouting "Oh no you little bugger!" I ran up the next flight of stairs and into my parents bedroom, I then felt a pair of hands grip either side of me and then I was thrown onto the bed and then my father was lay ontop of my squashing the side of my face onto the bed, preventing my body from moving due to his body weight. I attempted rolling over. Failed. I then tried to kick him however his legs were pressing mine to the bed. I attempted to use my arms but he merely grabbed them and forced them onto the bed also. With me being completely unable to save myself I did the only thing I could: bellowed "Mum! Mum! Mum" my father laughed and said "Oh you big-" however Gabrielle walked in and said "What the devil are you two doing? Dad you are such an imbecile" with that he nealt up, still on my legs and grabbed Gabrielle and placed her back to back with me then wrapped his arms around both of us. As Gabrielle screamed "My hair! My hair! Dad!" he changed position so that his legs were also around us, meaning I couldn't move my arms nor my legs haha. Gabrielle also realised that we couldn't move and thus joined me in shouting our mother. My mother came running in wearing a robe with one eye closed whilst her other was made up and open she said "Harold what on earth are you doing to the children?" he just non-chalantely replied "Hugging them" she said "Oh I do say. How old are you dear? Let go" Finally I could breathe. Gabrielle climbed off the bed and said "I've just finished having my hair done! I hate you" my dad stood up and put her over his shoulder and she screamed "I don't, I don't! I love you Dad!" With that he placed her on the floor and said "Good girl.. You're learning!" I said "That's a first" I received a blow to the chest and my father said "Don't say such things about your sister" as I went to punch him back he said "Now think about what you want from me before you punch me..." I lowered my fist and he said "I shall give you the car Kyle but.. If you crash it, I get all of yours. Understood?" I replied "No!!" he said "Why ever not? You're not going to crash it are you?" I replied "No but I don't usually intend on doing so. It just occurs." "Well, you'll have to be extra careful then won't you!" and I was thrown the keys. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once I was changed I picked up the phone in my room and made an internal call to every phone in the house. My father picked up and said "Yes?" I asked where Gabrielle was and he told me she was in his bathroom. Thus I hung up and dialled that room. A random person picked up the phone and I asked her whether there was a hairdresser in the house to which she replied "Yes, me." I then went back upstairs, through a part of the enormous walk-in and into the bathroom. Gabrielle and my mother were both dressed, my mother in a strapless cream dress from Azzaro which had detailing on one side at the knee, her hair was up and her eyes were smokey whilst she wore a rather large fascinator with black netting and feathered flowers. I asked where it was from and she said "A friend got it from backstage at a Chanel show for me a while ago." Gabrielle was wearing a white Roland Mouret dress with sleek hair, classy (yet edgy) makeup and an oversized hat. Gabrielle and my mother departed earlier than I and Lee, Chloe, Jessica, Maxwell and Mat went via helicopter. When I got to Kelly's house I was invited in by her mother who told me Kelly would not be long. After twenty minutes waiting Kelly came downstairs wearing a dress she informed me was by Michael Kors along with an over sized hat and some white platforms from Gucci. Now finally ready we went and got back into my father's Bugatti and set off on the should-be 45 minute journey to Ascot. As we left Kelly asked how late we were, I told her how Gabrielle and my mother left about half an hour prior to when we set off she said "Well thank goodness we're in this car. I don't doubt that you'll makeup for lost time on the motorway..." That we most certainly did. My somewhat speedy driving resulted in us arriving a mere 10 minutes after my mother and sister and at more or less the same time as those who flew. My mother disappeared once we had arrived and the rest of us went to our box. When we entered Ellie was already in there sporting a rather large bump and was joined by Elliot, Marisa and various other friends. Ellie looked adorable wearing a Philip Lim maxi dress and a black fascinator. If you were to see her from the chest up or hips down you would be completely unaware of her pregnancy as she still boasts her slim frame. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">As the afternoon went on I became progressively intoxicated and my mother messaged me at one point asking me to go to her box because someone wanted to see me. Joy! I did as I was told and went to her box and entered a room which was filled with glamorous people all my parents age with the occasional person my age. I found my mother amongst the crowd who also seemed a little drunk and upon seeing her she threw her arms around me and said "Kyle! Darling! Do come with me" she lead me to a group of ladies all of whom looked affluent and glamorous, I wasn't really paying that much attention at the time as I was waving to Kayleigh's mother who was accross the room. Then my mother said "Kyle this is Lauren, you've met her on several occasions before when we've been in New York and also once I London if I remember correctly." I did not remember her in the slightest but I humoured them both and pretended I did and kissed Lauren on either cheek, she said "Well, it has been a considerable amount of time since I have been in contact with your mother and I would just like to inform you Kyle that one of the characters in one of my novels is based on you, from when I met you and from things your mother has told me about you" I looked at my mother and smirked and said "Oh really? Which character would that be?" she replied "Phillip Weston his name is.. Oh please excuse me" I looked at my mother and my smile dropped from my face and I said "Well thank you for that mother.. What an excellent reason to take me away from my friends" someone then smacked me on my behind and I turned to see my father looking rather smart in his suit, I asked "What are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming." he replied "Well I wasn't however I was slightly bored and Elliot's Dad said that he'd come. Of course I couldn't come in my own car could I seeing as my wretched little son got his own way as usual and took it thus I took yours." I said "Daaddd! You could have asked! Which car?" he replied "Kyle - I bought the car, pay for the petrol, pay for servicing, pay for mot's and any other costs which are incurred... I do not have to ask permission. Your Lambourghini by the way. Not to worry, I already know about the hundreds of condoms you keep in the glove compartment" at that point my mother's lip curled and she made a noise to make it evident she was disgusted before walking away, I said "Thank you for that" and began to leave before my dad grabbed me and said "Hug your father before you leave Kyle!" I did so as it wasn't worth trying not to and another woman said "Oh look! Aren't these two just the best looking pair of males! He certainly takes after his father! Do allow me to take a picture, I'm sure Camilla would love it" she had clearly been consuming champagne all day and whilst I displayed an arkward smile and thought of ways of getting myself out of the situation my Dad put his arm around my waist and began to smile. The lady then said "Where's your daughter Harold! I'd love to meet her again" my Dad said "Oh she's just down the hallway, Kyle go and get her" I turned my head and whispered "Highly intoxicated, possibly a bad idea.." my dad then said "Oh Kyle tells me she's elsewhere... Who knows where she'll be!" My father and I had the flaming picture taken and then I was finally free to leave just as I was walking out of the door my father shouted "Kyle remember, if you're going to bet you ought to ask me first..." Please! Since when had I asked permission to spend my parents money?! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">All in all we had a splendid afternoon. I lost some money, Elliot won some and then rubbed his success in my face. My father phoned me shouting how much he had won through sheer excitement and Gabrielle, need I say, lost (due to the fact she placed a bet on the horse which she believed had the nicest name, not the one which stood the best chance of winning.) My mother text me at some point in the afternoon and said: <i>You had no idea who that lady was did you? </i>I replied telling her that she was infact correct and she said <i>Oh you imbecile! She used to work at Vogue, I know her through Kayleigh's mother! She's the writer of The Devil Wears Prada! ... Lauren Weisberger? x </i>When I read the message I gasped slightly and Gabrielle asked what I was shocked about. When I explained it to her she said "Oh my goodness! Have you read it?" I replied no and then took out my phone to ring Jackie when she answered she said "What've you done now?" I replied "Nothing Jackson!" When she heard that I was rather drunk she said "Oh Kyle... Before you ask I shan't come out at this time and drop you off some condoms or drive you and your one night stand to your hotel or bring you a different wallet or what ever else you're going to ask" What she had said didn't even register and I replied "I.. am in a book" she replied "Right Kyle, I don't quite understand. Would you like me to inform PR?" I said "No, no, no.. I want the book. It's called everyone you need to know" I don't know how the rest of the conversation went from then on. I do recall later on in the night realising that I had no hotel reservation, was well over the limit and therefore could not get home or find anywhere to stay. I don't know why but I ended up getting a helicopter back to the city and leaving my father's car at the racecourse - he didn't know that of course! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we were back in London Kelly's father picked us up and then I invited everyone back to my house. Kelly insisted that her father went via her house first where she ran in and returned seconds later. When we finally arrived at my house everyone had already let themselves in with their keys which they all seemed to possess some how and the entire room service menu had been ordered. From then on I was drinking none other than water whilst a few of the others had got bottles of wine. Ellie went to bed early whilst everyone else stayed up. Everyone was slurring their words and having their own conversations then Gabrielle said "Everyone.. I may as well tell you all now that I have a boyfriend..." I didn't say anything and I think I looked like I was in a mood, I remember Gabrielle having one side of her face screwed up as she turned slowly to see my reaction Kelly on the other hand just exclaimed "What?! Why?" Gabrielle moaned a little and then said "You two" indicating me and Kelly "are the ones who I have been dreading telling. Look at Kyle's face!" She informed us all that she had met him at a work event whilst in Los Angeles and they 'had clicked immediately' ugh. He is English and has a law degree from Oxford and now worked for an international organisation, splitting his time between London, New York and occasionally Los Angeles... I suppose she could have done worse! Kayleigh insisted that she phoned him immediately and had him come over Gabrielle looked at me and said "As long as Kyle doesn't punch him I shall" I told her I wouldn't and she did so. Shortly afterwards Gabrielle went to the front door and came in holding the hand of a tall, muscular, tanned, brown haired man. Kelly looked at me and said "Well I'd sleep with him" I replied "Me too.. Shall we give him a hard time anyway?" She replied "Why of course." Oscar as he was called came over to me and said "You must be Kyle. Gabrielle has told me an awful lot about you and how you'd be a tough nut to crack so to speak" I replied "Oh really? Well you didn't make a very good first impression did you? With those being your first words and your choice of attire." He moved on to Kelly who he told he had just come in from Maddox, Kelly said "Oh my father owns that nightclub. A man who is spoken for, out on the nightlife scene with a group of males. Now, now I shall be having someone keep an eye on you." Gabrielle snapped "Kyle, Kelly... A word if you would" Once outside the drawing room she said "I know exactly what the pair of you are doing now stop. It is completely unnecessary. I like him and you are just going to have to learn to also." When we got back into the drawing room Kelly and I sat together and discussed why anyone would want a partner meanwhile Gabrielle and Oscar cuddled on the couch. At one point he started to caress her leg but she moved his hand, shook her head and when he looked confused she moved her eyes in my direction haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When Kelly and I finally decided to go to bed we were still a little drunk and once in my bedroom she said "I've got a surprise for you!" and pulled a video camera out of her bag, smiling. "What on earth?" was my immediate reaction and she said "Let's video ourselves, I bought it solely for this purpose. No one else will see it. It's for my own personal use - practise my moves. Sportsmen do the exact same thing to see where they've gone wrong thus that is what I am doing. I would have used it with someone at some point this week but I spoke to the lawyer about it and she told me that I could get sued so I shall use it with you." The prospect of seeing my flaws in the bedroom seemed rather beneficial and thus I agreed and Kelly and I put on a rather spectacular performance haha. In the morning I woke up feeling fine with a head resting between my armpit and my chest when I moved my arm slightly I was surprised to feel stubbble as opposed to long hair and when I looked it was Lee who was lying on me and Kelly was by his side however both were fast asleep and I was exhausted so I left them both and closed my eyes. I was finally woken by Lee who moaned of heaving a headache continuously so I merely told him to stop speaking at which point he said "Oh, is Kyle moody due to lack of sleep?" and then decided to straddle me. I replied "Why is it that you insist on being so annoying?" whilst I said it I placed my hand on his shoulder and pushed him over to the side and then got on top of him so that his legs were still straddled around my middle and he was lay on his back and said "But if you insist..." and I began to remove his underwear. Being straight he was struggling and shouting "Kyle! Stop!" Then Kelly woke up and looked at us both and said "What are you doing?" I replied "Raping Lee" and she said "Oh ok, try and keep him quiet though. Perhaps gag him..." I didn't actually do anything to him, I just made him think I was going to and when he shouted "Please!" I allowed him to go. Kelly then woke up and shouted "Woo! Let's watch our video. Plug the camera into the television!" After several attempts I finally managed to accomplish the simple task and the pair of us sat and watched ourselves haha. All the while pointing out to one another where we were going wrong. I'll admit that there were few flaws and after watching the very lengthy performance with room service I said "We are exceptionally good Kelly!" she replied "We most certainly are! Imagine how desirable that video would be if anyone saw it..." We both got up and went into the drawing room where everyone else was and Elliot said "Have you two just had sex?" Everyone, including Gabrielle's boyfriend who I had forgotten came (and who looked even more good looking than I remembered) looked at us and Kelly non-chalantely said "No, we were watching pornographic material... Of ourselves" a few people laughed, Gabrielle of course turned up her lip and looked disgusted and asked why we would want to do that to which Kelly said "Ugh you can all moan but sportsmen do it all the time to see where they're going wrong doing what they do best. This is exactly the same, only what Kyle and I do best is intercourse. For example in dancing Gabrielle, your choreographed pieces would not be as good as they are if you didn't practise them in front of a mirror..." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Gabrielle asked me if Oscar could borrow a suit for work which I reluctantly agreed to and then I asked Elliot to drive me to go get my father's car. Once we arrived at the race course I said goodbye to Elliot and began the drive home. Whilst on my way home my father phoned me and I answered, he said "Kyle, where are you?" I told him I was on my way back from Ascot and he said "Oh, where did you stay last night?" That I did not have an answer for and nor could I tell him that I had stayed at home and left his car there unattended thus I said "Sorry Dad, I can't talk, I'm driving..." and hung up the phone. Later that day I went for a rather lengthy run with Maddox (my dog) and then selected a random number from my phone book and went to his house for the rest of the afternoon. Once my needs were seen to, I waited at my parent's house for their return from work. Whilst Maddox played with my mother's Shiba Inu, Pretitia, I recieved a message saying <i>Hello Kyle, it's Oscar. I was just wondering where you were so that I could return this suit to you. Or alternatively I can leave it at your hotel... Gabrielle gave me your number. </i>I replied saying <i>I'm at my parent's house, presumably you know where it is... They're not in so it's not to worry.</i> He replied <i>Ok, I'll be there in a short while. </i>About ten minutes later Gabrielle entered the house along with four other girls and two men. She was on the phone when she entered and all I heard was "Ok, I'll get it now" before she went running upstairs. I looked down the hallway at who was here, a couple of whom I noticed and one I was friends with. I told them to all come into the kitchen and asked what they were doing, however once I had asked I guessed what. All wearing sports bras/ crop tops with jogging bottoms whilst the men wore vests it was clearly that they were going dancing. Gabrielle came back downstairs a couple of minutes later wearing a tracksuit of mine and said "Jackie said she's left that book you wanted on your bed. Despite the fact you gave her the wrong title - I have no idea what she's talking about" nor did I until I remembered my conversation with her the other night and when I did became rather excited! I told her that Oscar was coming round shortly and she said "Oh really. Did you take a liking to him after your attempted intimidation with your partner in crime?" I replied "Well I wouldn't exactly say that I liked him Gabrielle. I would sleep with him though - would you mind if I did?" her friends laughed and she said "Kyle don't you dare! You all may laugh at the prospect but this is nothing out of the norm, he's done it on countless occasions before, perhaps not with boyfriends but with people whom I've had sexual relations with and if he can't manage that then he often manages oral sex. Quite a disgraceful sibling aren't you?" I replied "If you say so dear. What are you all doing anyway?" Gabrielle replied "A little Micheal Jackson tribute of our own. Each of us has learnt a different dance to teach the rest of the group." I replied "Oh, is that why bad was playing over and over again the other day?" she told me it was and went down to the lower level to the dance studio/gym with her friends. After twenty minutes or so of replying to text messages and e-mails Oscar arrived at the house wearing jeans and a t-shirt and I invited him in. I returned to my seat at the island in the kitchen and asked him if he would like a drink, he said he would and I replied "Well I don't mean to be a swine but I've just sat down and ran seven miles a few hours ago so I can't be bothered getting back up. See what's in the refrigerator... I figured that if this man was going to be going out with my sister than it ought to be best that I am able to tolerate him thus we sat and had a conversation. Oscar asked whether I had any intentions of getting a job. No. Whether I had ever worked. No. I then asked about his job and became bored within seconds and then told him that Gabrielle was downstairs in order to get off that particular conversation topic haha. I lead him downstairs past the pool towards the studio. We watched for a short while as they danced to Micheal Jackson's bad and then Gabrielle noticed us and told us to come in. She said "Have you come to join us for a dance gentlemen?" Oscar dismissed the prospect however I performed my best pirouette (as taught by Gabrielle) and then caught her as she jumped towards me haha. She then said "We've only learnt bad and choreographed one for man in the mirror..." she said that as though it was dissappointing - she'd been down there for approximately twenty minutes! Oscar insisted that they all performed which they did and once they had finished both pieces Gabrielle said "You have not just witnessed my true potential.. If we were dancing to swan lake I would outshine this lot hands down haha!" With the dance she had just done she was unable to do so as they were all dancing the exact same moves in perfect time with one another more or less throughout apart from the odd improvisation. Gabrielle continued "I'm bored of dancing to Michael Jackson now... Let's all learn the one Brian and I choreographed!" The Brian whom she speaks of is Brian Freidman, the man who works on X-factor in England and choreographs for Britney Spears and judges on so you think you can dance. Gabrielle walked over to her ipod and put on the song Black and Gold and began to dance. Oh my goodness. I could barely see what she was doing she was going that quick haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When Oscar and I went back upstairs my mother and father were there. They said hello to me and then noticed I was with Oscar, my mother exhaled as though she had lost the will to live and said "Kyle.. We pay a hefty sum for that hotel of yours so that you can take your fornicating elsewhere." I was shocked and said "Oh mother please! This is Gabrielle's boyfriend!" Now my father looked appalled and said "Boyfriend? Oh..." haha. Oops. I had no idea they were unaware of the fact she had a boyfriend. My thoughts were this should be amusing thus I took a seat and my father continued "Well Gabrielle hasn't mentioned you so I doubt you hold any great importance in my daughter's life." My mother said "Well nevertheless, you'll have to join us for dinner Thursday evening... Here" my father shot back "It is not an occasion which ought to be celebrated Camilla. This boy is merely the latest fling just like that other promiscuous off-spring of ours has!" I could have guessed I'd get dragged in "What is your name?" Oscar replied and my father said "You see, the name has not been mentioned" my mother then said "Well I doubt I would mention the name of a boyfriend to my father if I knew this was going to be his reaction. Please excuse him Oscar and I do apologise for this dreadful first impression" my father stood there looking miserable whilst I sat and watched with a drink. The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs was then apparent and Gabrielle stood in the doorway to the kitchen looking gob smacked, she looked at my father's face who stared at her and then said "Oh... This looks comfortable." My mother said "Oh ignore your father. I was just saying how Oscar will have to come for dinner on Thursday. I insist. Clear your diary and be here for 5 pm or thereabouts." I replied "Mother, me and Gabrielle are going out on Thursday" she said "Well I do apologise but you'll just have to go out afterwards. You're coming too." Gabrielle look awkward and said "Well that ought to be an experience..." Once my parents had left the room Oscar said "Well your father hates me" Gabrielle said "It's merely in general any male who he hasn't approved who does as much as breathe on me... Kyle what may I ask were you doing whilst Dad made the situation unbareable for Oscar?" I replied "Oh I just sat and watched dear" Gabrielle looked back to Oscar and said "Like father like son... Do you want to come out with us all on Thursday? Kayleigh's back from Marbella so you can meet her! We'll go after dinner." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When Thursday arrived I went and saw Ellie for a short while and took her and her bump for lunch and then dropped her at Sam's where she was spending the night due to the rest of us going out. I then went home where I changed ready for dinner and post dinner partying. I was wearing grey Valentino pants along with a plain white shirt and a neck scarf and a pair of shoes from Dior. I arrived at my parents where my mother was wearing a black jumpsuit from Halston with a pair of Laboutin shoes and my father was wearing an outfit much the same as mine. Gabrielle then arrived with Oscar. Gabrielle was wearing nothing but a blazer she said was from Alexander McQueen along with tights an illuminous pink bra which was slightly visable, a black clutch from Jimmy Choo and Alexander McQueen booties which had a hot pink underside along with a gold Rolex watch and bracelet. We all sat down in the drawing room and had a few glasses of Cristal and then were called through to the dining room as dinner was served. We sat with a couple of house keeping staff stood around catering to any needs we may have. My mother of course did not cook - Jake (their chef) had been slaving away all day haha. Much to my dismay my father seemed to be taking a liking to Oscar which was fairly boring and at one point said "Well I am shocked by your occupation. I imagined you'd just be like, well, Kyle really." Charming... As we sat there for dinner I asked the question I had been waiting to ask for quite some time: "Dad... Is there any chance I can have the new Aston Martin? Delivery starts in around October time I've heard..." my father laughed and said "I was wondering when you'd ask about that" Gabrielle shot "He can't just have a car like that! What are you going to get me?!" I shouted "Please Gabrielle! You were bought a Lambourghini just because you got that wretched job in Los Angeles" she said "So... That one-77 costs an awful lot more than my Lambourghini Kyle!" We began arguing about who got what until my father hushed us and said "Well Kyle, I always treat you fairly and I told you I would make it up to you. So... If you get a job and stick at it, I will purchase you the car. If not, then you will merely have to keep the ones you have. Although, Gabrielle is right, the one-77 is an awful lot more expensive." I replied "Well I have no longing to keep my Jaguar anymore. What happens to cars when you no longer want them? Are they sold or recycled?" My father looked at me as though as I was stupid and Gabrielle said "Oh yeah... Where do they go? It's not often you see a big pile of cars somewhere is it? Where do they put them all? In the sea?" Now not even I thought that that was a possibility however my father said "No, the cars are sold to another owner" Oscar was still amused by Gabrielle's comment, the rest of us were used to them. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Just as desert was served Gabrielle and I took the chance to look at our phones. I had a message from Lee saying <i>Heard your having dinner with that grogeous mother of yours this evening - I'm going to be late out too. Come to my apartment beforehand and we'll go together. </i>I replied and told him that desert was just being served thus I could probably escape in half an hour he replied <i>Ok sex god. See you in a short while. </i>I asked Gabrielle who she was texting and she said "Oh a few girls from university. I haven't been out with them in quite a while so I think I'm going to go and meet up with them first and then I shall text you later on to see where you are." Oscar said that he would join her and once dessert was over we went to the drawing room for some drinks. I however had begun to feel rather ill thus I skipped the drinks and even contemplated not going out however Gabrielle said "Oh Kyle! You must. Kayleigh has only just come home." I reluctantly agreed to going, however decided that I wouldn't drink and would go in the car so that I could return home for an early night - depending on what the gentlemen were like that is. I left my parents house shortly after my mother took Oscar and Gabrielle to where ever it was that they were going and drove to Lee's apartment in my Lambourghini. I parked my car and then let myself in using the keys which I had and went upstairs. Once in the apartment he shouted "Hello? Mum?" I replied "No it is not your mother you imbecile" he walked out of the powder room wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and said "Oh.. You were quick. I'm still not ready." I replied "Yes I can see" and tried my best to not look at his body too much as it was killing me haha. It was, however, a futile attempt and I asked "Can we have sex Lee?" he looked at me as though I had just requested for him to go and eat from the bin and said "No Kyle, how many times must I tell you!" I found myself begging him and then proposing oral sex to which he said "Well I would be a fool to refuse that from you..." and dropped the towel. Success!</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Despite the fact I had received various insults for my decision to not drink, when we had finished (at around midnight) we departed Lee's apartment in my car. Whilst on the way we text Kayleigh to see where she was and met her and the rest of the group in fifty. Upon arrival I asked Kayleigh whether she enjoyed her holiday with her family in Marbella to which she replied "No I hated it from the moment I boarded that jet. My swine of a brother came with us so as you can imagine every second was spent arguing or inflicting pain upon him. Thus I punished my parents for that and spent hundreds, if not thousands, daily as a way of getting me out of that villa away from my brother and comforting myself. I am so thankful to be back, I have missed you all dearly. I simply cannot wait to meet Gabrielle's boyfriend Oscar. It would be a stupid question to ask whether you approve wouldn't it.." I laughed and then Kelly joined in the conversation. An hour or so passed and then Kelly said "Kyle, I insist that you have a drink. What can I get you?" She ordered me a cocktail and when it came I looked at my phone to see that Oscar was ringing me. I answered and could not hear a word that was being said so I merely hung up. Seconds later I received a text message from Oscar saying <i>Gabrielle's drink has been spiked! .. We're in Zoo bar in Leicester Square! </i>I was puzzled by what this meant and said to Elliot "What does it mean if you're drinks been spiked?" he shrugged and said no idea I turned to Kayleigh who was sat on the other side of me and asked her and she said "It means there's been drugs put in it - usually so they can rape you" My face dropped and I immediately jumped up, everyone stopped their conversations and looked concerned and said "What's wrong?" I stood on the table as an easy way of getting out and said "Gabrielle's drink has been drugged, she's in Zoo bar on Leicester Square. Meet me there!" Kayleigh shouted "I'm coming with you!" whilst Felicity shouted "Shit! Get your fucking shoes off girls and run!" On my way out I handed two hundred pounds in cash to a waitress for our bill and hoped someone else would give her some more whilst I continued running. Kayleigh was sprinting next to me with her shoes in her hand. We got to my car and I got in and turned the engine on immediately we drove around the block where we saw the rest of the group getting into taxi's and I slammed my foot down and made my way to Leicester square. Kayleigh and I were quite literally being forced back into our seats whilst I was shouting "Why the hell has that idiot allowed this to happen to her!?!" Kayleigh, who was grasping the door handle said "Kyle just try and stay calm, don't do anything rash" I shouted "How can I when my sister has been drugged" I felt bad for doing so and began to cry a little and said "What do I do, ring my parents?" she replied "Just see how she is first" and rubbed my leg for comfort. We arrived there in a record 4 minutes and pulled up directly outside the club where a queue of student looking people stared at the car and cheered etc. We both got out and people began taking pictures on their phones (imbeciles) and we went directly to the front of the queue.The man lifted the velvet rope and walked we in, he shouted to me "Sir, you can't leave your car there" I replied "Think of it as positive PR! Watch it for me!" Once inside people stared but I barged my way through the crowd to a seated area where I found a mere crowd where Gabrielle was slumped. Kayleigh saw her first and hit everyone on their arms with her bag and said "Move.. Out of my way! MOVE!" When I got to her Oscar was sat holding her with his forehead against hers saying something to her, I grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him to standing (buttons flew off) and then turned him around and said "Here now aren't you! Where the hell were you when this happened to her?!" he shouted "Kyle I don't know when it happened" I pushed him and he fell backwards whilst I shouted "You're useless!" I sat down next to Gabrielle and said her name. Her jaw was moving of its own accord and she slapped her arm on my face before it dropped back down and she said "Kil" she started crying and continued "what's sapenning oo me" she threw her arms over my shoulders and slumped down before her arms gradually began to slip off and she slipped down my torso. I sat her back up and her head rolled around as did her eyes when they opened for a second. I made someone go and get a bottle of water when the rest of the group arrived. They pushed everyone out of the way and replaced them around the table. Kelly began to cry when she saw her and I heard Elliot behind me say "I would strongly advise you not to" and then Oscar was over my shoulder saying "I think she needs to go to hospital" I didn't even look at him and said "I am fully aware of that Oscar" he replied "Pretty soon Kyle" I turned and said "Do not tell me how to look after my sister" Elliot pulled him away and said something and he said "This is my girlfriend! I'm not just leaving her with him, he doesn't know what to do in this type of situation" Elliot closed his eyes as I swung my arm back and hit Oscar in the centre of the face, sending him flying once more onto the floor. Kayleigh stood up and shouted "Stop it immediately! What would Gabrielle say to the pair of you if she were conscious? For one she would be appalled that you had just hit her boyfriend and you would be finished for even suggesting that her brother was incompetant. Now be cival and co-operate for Gabrielle sake! That is all that matters at this moment in time!" I turned to Kelly and said "Ring my Dad and tell him to meet me at the hospital. Kayleigh, could you ring your parents and ask one of them to give them a lift to the hospital, they were drinking during dinner and won't be able to drive, Kelly explain that to him on the phone." I picked up the phone myself and rang Max (the family lawyer) and told him what had happened I then said "Is there any chance you can come down here tonight and get hold of cctv footage or talk to management of this club about their policy on allowing drugs onto their premises." A doorman came over and said "What's going on here?" when he saw Gabrielle he said "She's a mess, get her out!" Elliot went over to her and said "She is in this way due to the fact that the incompetent imbeciles who stand on the door of this club granted access to some yob who put something in her drink! So don't you dare call her a mess! Regardless of what state she's in she will always have more class than you" the next thing I knew Elliot was wrestling with the man and another came and dragged him outside whilst Kayleigh hit him over the head with her bag and said "Don't you dare! Oh you stupid little jobs worth!" Then she was grabbed and taken with them whilst she shouted "Get your hands off me! My father will have this hole shut down!" I then put Gabrielle's arm around my neck and carried her. She was like a dead body and just dangled. Once outside Elliot was shouting at the doormen about something to do with he ought to consider himself sacked as a lawyer was on his way whilst Kayleigh made her way down the queue telling everyone that Gabrielle had just had her drink spiked - the girls in the queue all looked at each other and began to leave and once they did the men did too. However as they made their way out of the queue there was a huge roar and my father's Bugatti had pulled up behind my car. My mother stepped out and said "Your father's on his way to the hospital with Kayleigh's Dad, I came here first to see if you were still here" I had already put Gabrielle into the passenger seat at this point and was running around the other side of the car putting my destination into the Satellite Navigation. Upon seeing Gabrielle my mother said "Oh my goodness" as Gabrielle vomitted for a fourth time then turned to the manager who was now stood at the door and said "Under what circumstances do you allow people to get drugged in your nightclub?! My lawyer will be in touch" Elliot then said "He's already on his way" she turned back to Gabrielle and said "Is she even conscious?" I ran round to the other side of the car to ensure she was in properly and told the others that they were welcome to go my house and wait - I could take Gabrielle there on return. My mother said "Kyle, go! I'll be right behind you. Oscar, I imagine she'd want you there. What on earth has happe- oh." They both walked towards the car and my mother shouted "Put your cameras away, imbeciles!" I got into the drivers seat and turned on the engine and put down the window then Lee handed me Gabrielle's clutch and said "Here's her bag, her money has all gone but I've informed Jackie and she's cancelling her cards. I'll see you later." Gabrielle was flying all over the place as I drove at plus seventy miles an hour for the entire way and at one point said "You're appear to be going the wrong 'ay.. I'm staying at my blothers" and then she was sick again. When I looked in my rear view mirror my mother was directly behind me also speeding which is practically unheard of. We arrived at the hospital and I pulled up in the Abulance bay where my father was stood and he got her out, I then went to park the car and almost ran over my mother who had already parked and was running in her heels into the hospital. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I finally got into the hospital Gabrielle was slumped in a chair against my father whilst my mother said "Harold this is not the time nor the place now for goodness sake may we just focus on Gabrielle!" Evidently he had just said something to the swollen faced Oscar who was currently sporting a rather awful open necked shirt due to the now lack of buttons (curtsey of myself.) For the next couple of hours we sat and waited whilst Gabrielle vomited a few times and my mother complained endlessly about the lack of attention we were being paid when finally a nurse came over to take a blood sample. Thirty minutes later when no one had returned and Gabrielle was still vomiting everywhere my mother went and asked one of the members of staff once more. As she did so an obese intoxicated woman who looked as though she'd just rolled out of bed after a week said "What makes you think you deserve better treatment that the rest of us, just because you've got fancy fucking hair and some high heels?" My mother turned up her lip and said "No, because unlike some - my daughter hasn't inflicted the state she is in upon herself and is currently sat over there unconcious" the woman laughed and said "Oh fuck off" My mother's lip was still turned up and she said "Oh please. You make it sound as though I have a longing to be in your presence. Do be serious. Your complete lack of class repulses me and I would appreciate it if you would not direct any sort of conversation towards myself." My mother turned and walked away and the woman said "Look at her thinking she looks gorgeous. She's no better." My mother stopped in her tracks and turned on the spot, she took a glance down her own body, dressed down in a pair of leggings with a Stella McCartney knitted cape, plain white t-shirt and Brian Atwood thigh high boots which cost over a thousand pounds she then looked at the woman who was wearing a pair of elasticated faded jeans along with a size twenty faded pink top which had food stains down the front. My mother merely smirked and walked away. Following that two other citizens from London's slums came over (males) wearing shell suits and trainers and stopped in front of Gabrielle. One nudged the other then he placed one hand down his pants and said "How facking fine is she!" As soon as he did so both my father and I jumped to our feet and stood in front of them. One turned however the other stood there and swayed staring at us and made no attempt of moving. His friend returned and whispered something in his ear yet he still did not move and said "Problem mate?" I replied "Yes" and then he said "Deal with it!" and punched me right across the jaw. My head moved with the punch however as he laughed with his friend I merely moved my jaw slightly and turned my head back towards him, smiled and as I was going to hit him back my father had kicked the back of his knees and bent down to grab his feet. He then dragged the boy outside whilst he struggled and passed the nurse and said "Do excuse me one moment." I looked at the other boy and said "Outside. Now!" When I got outside my father was holding the eighteen year old yob by the scruff of his neck against the wall so that his feet weren't on the floor shouting something at him. The boy then kicked my father thus he grabbed his ankles and spun him around so that it was now his head that wasn't touching the floor. I heard my father say "Now see to it that you do not come anywhere near me or my family again!" He took one of the boys arms so that he was holding him up sideways and then dropped him onto the concrete. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">A short while later the nurse returned telling us that Gabrielle's drink had been spiked with (I can't remember the name) otherwise known as date rape. It causes all the muscles in the body to relax (for obvious reasons) hence why Gabrielle felt like a corpse when I carried her. She then advised that we get her some fresh air and then home to bed. My mother said "Where is she going to stay?" I told her that everyone was at my house worried about her and she said "Kyle, I can't leave her; I'm her mother. Ring your friends and tell them to go to our house, it is more than big enough to accommodate them." I turned to Oscar and asked him where he was staying and he replied "Now that I know she's going to be ok I shall leave her with her friends and family. May I just ask that you ask her to ring me in the morning. I replied "Yes, certainly" and he phoned for a chauffeur to come and collect him. As I carried Gabrielle to where the cars were she touched my face and slurred "I don't feel right.. Ring my brother. Don't tell my parents - they'll kill me" haha. I text Elliot and told him to get the hotel to drive them all to my parents house and have one of the house keeping staff let them in. When we arrived back at the house everyone was sat there and once again Kelly cried. My mother asked me to carry her upstairs so that Kelly and Kayleigh could get her out of her clothes and into bed. When I went into the kitchen for a drink my father said "So... Why did you punch Oscar then?" I told my father my motif for doing so and he replied "Well if you hadn't of done I imagine I would have. Swine!" Then I heard "Harold you would have done no such thing and I Kyle I expect you to apologise to Oscar in the morning. I have brought you up better than to go around punching people. Nevertheless, you were excellent tonight so thank you for that dear." She kissed me on the forehead and went to bed, my father said "Yes Kyle, you were a model sibling and son tonight which makes a change. Give your father a hug!" I hugged him and whilst doing so he said "Therefore, with regards to your Aston Martin, I will agree that if you get a job and I shall get rid of your Jaguar then following a months worth of work I shall purchase the car for you." I groaned and he said "How's your jaw by the way?" Elliot walked into the room with Kayleigh at that point and I replied "Oh please! It's fine. It's as though I was being hit by some ineffectual person such as yourself." My father wrapped his arm around my neck and said "Pardon my sweet sweet child" as he tightened his grip. Elliot then said "Honestly Haz, you're like the child of the group!" My father said "Watch it you swine. I'll swing for you too!" Elliot laughed and told him how he'd already fought for the evening and then Kayleigh told him of her being removed from the night club also - my father found it highly amusing and said "I'll have my father shut this hole down? Minor Cliche Kayleigh dear but effective all the same! It's the famous one liner for an unemployed girl with affluent parents haha." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">In the morning all of us got up and Jake (the family chef) had prepared a range of pastries etc. for breakfast. Once we had all eaten Gabrielle came into the dining room looking rather hungover and said "What on earth did I drink last night? I don't remember a thing and my legs feel like jelly..." My mother told her to sit down and then told her what had happened. None of which she recalled. As she told her she burst into tears and went and sat on my father's lap for comfort. My father tried to hide the fact that he was crying also however it was clear that he was. The doorbell then rang and seconds later Ellie came running (or the pregnant equivalent) into the dining room with Sam and said "Where's Gabrielle?! Oh there you are darling" she ran over and hugged her for a while and then began eating and said "I can't wait to get this thing out of me... I permanently have no energy; plus I feel fat and cannot stop eating sushi. I made my Dad go out in search of some at 3 o'clock in the morning a couple of nights ago. I simply cannot wait to actually have a baby girl however the giving birth part petrifies me somewhat. How is this enormous thing supposed to get out of" her voice trailed off and she crossed her legs and danced a little haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">That day Gabrielle was rather disorientated and fell over about three times. The next day I received a phone call from her saying "Kyle I have just crashed my car into a wall! I'm coming to pick you up, we need to go for lunch." She came and collected me from a male's house (I was there for obvious reasons) in her Ferrari which was rather smashed at the front. I got in and she drove us to Le Caprice yet stalled at least three times on the way. When we arrived there she opened her door directly into another car leaving a huge dint in both. She gasped and said "Kyle, what's happening to me?!" I had no idea and she said "What shall I do? Put some money under the windscreen wiper?" I didn't know so, as usual, she phoned Jackie (the family p.a.) and asked what one is to do when you damage another car. She told her to write her details on a piece of paper and put that under the windscreen wiper and also stick one inside her window incase it rained. Of course, Gabrielle didn't have any paper with her nor did I so she wrote in liquid eyeliner on the back of a receipt from Harrods. During lunch Gabrielle moaned at me somewhat for punching Oscar the other evening and questioned why I hadn't yet apologised. Oops haha. I was however saved when her phone began to ring and she said "Oh hello there. Yes I do apologise for that, you see I had my drink drugged in a night club a couple of nights ago and disorientation is apparently one of the side effects... I'm in Le Caprice just around the corner if you would like to come in and talk. Ok." I asked whether it was a man or a woman and she said "A man thankfully!" Whilst diving into her bag and spraying some perfume and fixing her hair slightly. She waved at a grey haired man who appeared to be looking for someone and he came over and smiled and said "Owner of the Ferrari?" She replied "Yes, again, my apologies. Now please excuse me as I am oblivious as to what to do when something such as this occurs. Do I just pay you or..." He laughed and said "Well normally you would have to give me your insurance details and I would claim off that, resulting in your monthly payments rising. However, seeing as you are a nice girl and sympathy is due I shall accept a cheque or equivalent." Gabrielle looked at me and said "Hmm, a cheque. Actually, I do believe I may have a cheque book in that car. Kyle pay the bill." I placed sixty pounds on with the receipt which had been left on the table and left with Gabrielle and the man. She walked ahead with him and shook his hand introducing herself and then seemed like she was enjoying her conversation. When I got to the car she was sat in the passenger seat searing through sunglasses and other various things and then went to her boot and opened it. Oh my. There were about fifteen bags and other various shopping bags. As she searched through she said "Our assistant has one of those cars, they're nice aren't they.." She was refering to his Mercedes CLS... Jackie actually had a CL haha. She rolled her eyes at me as she said it and tried to look interested as he talked about it being his wife's car, Gabrielle found a pair of Chanel shoes as she searched through the boot and said "Oo" then removed her own and put those on haha, she asked what size feet his wife was, he looked a little puzzled and he said "A five and a half I think" Gabrielle said "Oh, I'm a three." This wasn't completely random, I presume she was going to give her a pair of brand new shoes from her boot as her way of apologising. She then opened a Jimmy Choo shopping bag and said "Oh! Give her this as my way of apologising... It retails at over one and a half thousand pounds so I am sure she will appreciate it" He took out the Jimmy Choo pony skin bag and said "Oh. Thank you! I'm sure she'll love this! Thank you." Gabrielle got back into the car and looked under the seat and then shouted "Found it!" she came out of the car with a battered cheque book and said "Do you have a pen?" he handed her one and she said "How much do broken doors cost? A thousand pounds? More?" he looked at the car and said "Well I imagine they'll be able to just remove the dint so a thousand should be more than enough." Gabrielle shrugged and said "Well I shall just write it for a thousand to ensure it covers the cost, I suppose it's only the price of a handbag. Now, how on earth does one write a cheque?" </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Gabrielle went back to Los Angeles that week for work commitments where she dined with Alexander Wang and I went to Paris to check on progress in my apartment and to meet with friends. Whilst there I considered the possibilities with regards to an area of employment. It had to be something which was stress free and beneficial to me somehow also. I listed the possibilities: Personal shopper (couldn't cope with being polite all day long), stylist (slightly boring), conde nast (I imagine I'd have a boss - not good), work for my parents (I could go insane), work with Gabrielle, personal trainer, work within a fashion house, work in a department store... In the end I narrowed it down to Personal Trainer and working with Gabrielle in fashion pr. After asking advice from many of my peers I was told that I ought to not work with Gabrielle because: it would distract her, it is far too laissez faire thus I either wouldn't go or would cause havoc haha plus I would be required to fly between L.A and New York frequently. Therefore I was left with my choice. Personal Training... With that I phoned Jackie and asked her for the number of my mother's personal trainer, Tracy Anderson, which she forwarded. I phoned her and upon her answer I said "Good afternoon, it's Kyle McQuillan, Camilla's son. After me explaining what I was doing to her she laughed and said "Well I can forward your number onto a few agencies who are highly regarded. That way you can take what you learn and be highly employable. I do believe that they offer intensive courses nowadays so you will be able to qualify much quicker. Following that you can show me what you're capable of and I shall write you a refrence which will garuntee you a job in a highly regarded gym." I thanked her for her help and twenty minutes later I recieved a phone call from someone at a personal training company explaining some of the courses. I was told that I could take an intensive course which would take up to 8 weeks to complete and can be done in any of their worldwide locations and would provide me with a certificate in gym instruction in addition to a certificate in advanced personal training. It goes without saying that it wasn't good enough. Me being me I am completely unable to remain in the same place for 8 weeks thus I requested private tuition at a price they felt appropriate enabling me to fast track the intensive course. The lady said she would have to speak to a senior member of staff and get back to me, with that I gave her Jackie's number and told Jackie to book it and request a good looking male tutor haha. An hour or so later I recieved an email saying <i>Congratulations Kyle, you start your course tomorrow and it should take three to five weeks depending on your commitment. I wonder how long you'll stick at it before getting round your father and getting the car regardless? </i>I replied <i>Thank you. Did you request someone attractive? ... It helps me maintain my concentration haha. You have an awful cheek considering you're employed by me Jackson! </i>she then shot back with <i>Kyle McQuillan the day I take a job where the job description reads: discreetly have cars not under boss' ownership fixed unknown to anyone else, deliver condoms to where ever they may be, book countless jets and flights, remind of events such as birthdays for every family member and friend, take phone calls which are beyond their capability yet are accomplishable by most six year olds etc. is the day that I check myself into the priory dear. I remind you yet again child that I am employed by your parents and am burdened by your presence haha. </i>I replied <i>Consider yourself dismissed from your position... </i>I didn't recieve a message back for a short while then I got an e-mail from my mother saying <i>Kyle you are in no position to sack anyone let alone Jackie. Do not be so absurd. I don't know who put you under the illusion that you boast any authority what so ever my dear. Behave x </i>and then shortly afterwards another from Jackie saying <i>HA! </i>... Swine! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The following day, when back in London, I went to this wretched place where my course would take place. I was greeted by a man who appeared to be a little older than myself (perhaps 25) and boasted a similar physique to mine whilst was rather good looking... Good start. He lead me to a class room thing and explained the course and then said "Normally, there would be other students joining you however you have a different course to most so it shall just be one to one. Now, I see that you obviously have plenty of experience in the gym so let me just find out what you know and then we can build upon that." He then asked me various questions, most of which I knew the answers to and others I did not. Once finished he said "Well Kyle, you have a rather large array of knowledge. Have you had a personal trainer yourself?" After four hours or so of me typing on my laptop and him chatting away about various different bones and muscles my attention began to stray. Chris obviously noticed this and said "Do we need a break? I see your not really giving me your full attention..." I replied "No this is just quite crap. I'm uncomfortable and hungry... Can we do this elsewhere. My house perhaps?" This was not an attempt of me trying to sleep with him, this was a genuine excuse. He replied "No not really, I'm required to be here, this is my place of work..." I rolled my eyes and said "I'll pay your wages if it's necessary. Who is your boss?" He told me who it was and where to find him and with that I went down a long coridoor until I found the man's room. I knocked and entered and he said "How may I help you?" I replied "Hello there, I began an intensive course this morning. My name's Kyle McQuillan-" he said "Ahh yes, the person who is fast tracking the fast track course" I continued "Yes that's me. Now seeing as I am paying a larger fee than most and presumably Chris' work schedule is most probably devoted to my tuition I personally believe it would be more beneficial for all of us involved that I am tutored at my own home at the times when Chris is required to teach me. If you could authorise that, that would be splendid!" he looked a little lost for words and then said "Well I suppose so, as long as it doesn't affect the rest of his work." I left the room and went back to where I had been previously and said "Collect together your slide show and the rest of your teaching material. We are going to my house. I can garuntee you will much prefer it..." I lead him to my car and upon seeing the Lambourghini Murcielago Versace he stopped and said "Wow! Now that is a car!" I went over and opened the door only to erupt childish excitement from Chris at the vertical doors haha. As usual, as I approached the hotel where I reside I sent a message to the Concierge informing him of my soon arrival home. Then, as usual there was someone waiting outside my house ready to park my car. We entered the house and I lead him upstairs into the drawing room and asked whether he'd like anything to eat, he said he wouldn't mind something and I gave him the room service menu whilst I went and changed. When I returned he requested his lunch and whilst I ordered it he put his slide show on the television. This was far better. I was now in the comfort of my own home with room service haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When my day of tuition was over I looked over my notes and realised that for the first time in a long time I had actually learnt something beneficial! haha. I asked him whether he would like me to drive him back to the venue where we had started the day to collect his car when he said "I don't drive. Could you just tell me where the nearest tube station is." My face dropped and I said "I wouldn't know.. Let me ring the concierge." Upon his reply I said "Either Leicester Square or Piccadilly Circus. Would you like me to just take you home?" he laughed and said "Well I'm not going to turn down the chance to go in that car again.. Yes please." I replied "This time I shall treat you to something else." I had the concierge deliver my Audi R8 to the door and took Chris to his home accross London in that. Again he loved the car and explained how he had just spent over a year abroad and was now in the process of saving so that he could purchase his own automobile. I then said "Our next session is tomorrow is it not?" correct "Well in that case ring the hotel in the morning and have them come and collect you. Tell them that you're with me" I then gave him my hotel code name - a neccessity so that strangers who I sleep with cannot ring me "and they shall come and collect you." After dropping him off he thanked me and I took a detour to my parents house to tell them how my first day went. They seemed rather impressed and weren't shocked that I quickly became bored haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After a week or so of lessons I explained to them how he doesn't drive and I insisted that he used the hotel's chauffeur service my mother said "Well why don't you give him use of that Jaguar you have left to decompose? I highly doubt your father will get round to selling it anytime soon so someone may as well get use out of it. The man is going out of his way to tutor you and it is unfair for him to have to take tubes accross London solely for your benefit when I imagine he is getting paid no more for doing so. Message him for his details and have Jackie sort out some insurance." I did so and the following morning I text him telling him that I would collect him from his house. Again, polite as he is he thanked me and upon my arrival he said "Another car?! This is gorgeous!" The car was after all a top of the range Jaguar XKR convertible yet in comparison to the rest of the cars in my portfolio it wasn't all that admirable for myself. I got out of the car before he got in and said "Yes another car however this one is yours." He laughed at first and then said "Pardon?" I repeated myself and he said "What? Why? No." I replied "You can accept it. Think of it as a string benefit of working for me. I informed my mother of your travel situation and she insisted you were given free reign of this. It would be unfair for me to expect you to go out of your way to tutor me when you recieve no extra credit or payment from your employer. Now please, get into the drivers seat and let's go back to my house." His face lit up and he practically ran around the car and got into the drivers seat. Upon sitting down he said "Oh my fucking god. I'm sorry for swearing.. There's touch screen sat nav and everything!" When we got to my house he took a picture of it on a dated Nokia phone and sent it to his friends - I felt sorry for him and so when we got inside I gave him a boxed Blackberry and said "I know it may seem like I'm giving you an awful lot but honestly it benefits me too. You can't carry that thing round with you when you're with me or be seen riding the tube haha." He then accepted the new phone and set it up himself - something I would have no idea how to do. During that day of tuition Kelly let herself into my house and came upstairs with a man, she shouted "Oh hello dear, I was under the illusion you were in Paris for some reason. I just came back here to sleep withhhhhh...." she looked at the man searching for a recollection of a name and said "him. Now now, who is this Kyle? Why is it that you always locate these gorgeous men with marvellous physiques?" I replied "Kelly look at him stood in the doorway" she said "Hmm I suppose.. Always want what I can't have. What is this on the television, talk about getting you in the mood..." I told her what I was doing and she said "Ohhhh.. So you're not sleeping with him? Marvellous!" she walked towards him and introduced herself and then said "I'll get Kyle to give me your number, you can come out with us all sometime." I could tell that Chris was in complete awe by Kelly's appearance and flattered by her request yet said "I'm sorry. I have respect for Kyle and wouldn't jepordise the work I'm doing with him by sleeping with one of his friends" Kelly said "Arrrr" and then I explained how I was homosexual, promiscuous and couldn't care less who Kelly slept with, she then added "So now you have Kyle's approval you ought to strongly consider that night out. Or night in if you'd rather just get straight to it. When I say feel free to sleep with any of Kyle's friends - I would strongly advise you to steer clear of his sister Gabrielle. Despite the fact that she boasts stunning looks Kyle would not hesitate to punch you in the face as he has done on countless occasions to men who have been involved with her and would most probably go to the head of your company and see to it that you're sacked. Kyle we'll go on the top floor and I shall attempt to be quiet. Do excuse me..." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On the 2nd July I had received a vast amount of invitations to parties celebrating American Independence day. What's more I received a message from Gabrielle informing me of her invitation to The Playboy Mansion. With this in mind I sent messages to some of my asking whether they would care to join me... My current knowledge was that I was invited to two parties in The Hamptons, three in Chicago, seven or so in New York, one in Florida and four in L.A. Being back in England I then went to my house and asked for my post and was told there was a rather large pile in my Kitchen (the kitchen I never use.) I opened the entirety of it, some of which was magazines etc. and came across several invitations, the most appealing being one in Miami. I text a few of my friends asking what their plans were; Ellie wasn't going in public anymore due to fear of getting swine flu, Elliot was spending it with family in Florida, Kelly had decided she was going to The Playboy Mansion with Gabrielle, Felicity was in New York, French friends were all working and all of my American friends were inviting me to their parties. Lee's response was <i>Oh, Miami ladies.. Ought to be good! Count me in sex god! </i>and Kayleigh replied <i>I have no idea, complete and utter dilemma! I have invitations flying at me from all directions plus the family are pestering me to spend it with them in Connecticut... Miami does sound rather appealing and the prospect of being with my brother is putting me off the family proposal somewhat... </i>I replied telling her that Lee was also coming and she said <i>Oh well I shall join you then! My parents have a hotel there so I shall ensure we have the best suites... I'll book a jet! x </i>Seconds later I recieved another message saying <i>Oh I forgot! Can you please be my boyfriend tonight? Family meal and my grandmother will be there... We can fly afterwards x </i>I told her I would join her to dinner and she said <i>Marvellous! Formal attire please darling and be at my house for six with luggage xx </i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><i></i><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">By six o'clock I was dressed in a new navy blue Prada suit whilst I piled luggage into the back of Jackie's Mercedes so that she and I could drive to Kayleigh's house in North London. Twenty or so minutes away from my home, Kayleigh lives in London's exclusive Bishops Avenue - otherwise known as Billionaire's row; a name which Kayleigh despises. Prior to leaving I said goodbye to my parents and they said "Kyle we shall be moving to New York sometime next week so would you like us to take Maddox with us? Well, I don't suppose we have any other option." I said "Pardon? You are moving to New York?" my mother replied "Yes Kyle, I have told you about this on numerous occasions, why you chose not to listen I will never know. Not indefinitely obviously, we shall still be coming to London fairly frequently however an awful lot of our business has gone over to the states thus it makes more sense. Honestly, when I speak to you is it just in one ear and out the other. We have bought a townhouse there." That I did not know and asked where "The upper east side! Oh Kyle it's utterly divine, there's seven floors connected by a central sweeping staircase throughout the building" I replied "Oh, and you need that much space why?" I don't know why I had gone in a mood but there was no denying that I had haha she replied "Oh Kyle, do lighten your mood. It is a marvellous real estate opportunity whilst the market has crashed and nevertheless is an excellent family home in a good location. Perhaps you or Gabrielle may consider raising a family there at some point" I looked at her puzzled then left. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I drove me and Jackie to Kayleigh's house and whilst on the way I asked her what she was going to do when my parents moved to New York, she replied "Well, Mark and I will be going over for a short while I do believe and" she braced herself "were thinking of living in your condominium..." I replied "Oh.. And when was anyone planning on consulting me with regards to this?" she replied "I have no idea, I belive your father was going to ask you" I said "Well consider the question asked. You may live there for however long you please on the condition that you keep all of your belongings in the guest rooms and merely sleep in the master bedroom. What's more I would ask that you take care of Maddox whilst I'm not there." She thanked me and said "Well it's not for certain yet, your mother was talking of merely having us live in a hotel for a period of time as I believe Jake" (the chef who lives in London) "is going over with his wife and daughters for a few weeks and living in their townhouse with them now that it's the summer holidays." When we arrived at Kayleigh's I put in the code in order to open the gates to her driveway and upon pulling up outside a member of housekeeping staff came out to collect my luggage. I said goodbye to Jackie as she got into the drivers seat and said "Behave in my apartment Jackson and do not go through my belongings. What's more, if on the off chance you come across something - please don't inform my mother of your findings. Lord only knows the minute details she could disapprove of" she laughed and said "Oh Kyle please. I have no longing to find the endless list of men whom you sleep with. Do try and behave whilst your in Miami, I am busy enough as it is without having to contend with the messes you create, what's more, your Kayleigh's boyfriend this evening. Do present yourself in an admirable manner and keep tales of your promiscuity quiet dear; we all know you are unaware of how to act when it comes to being someone's partner. Have a nice time!" </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I entered Kayleigh's home the foyer was was filled with guests drinking champagne all of whom were wearing suits and dresses whilst the majority sported upper class american accents. It was evident through looking at the group how the people knew Kayleigh's family. Those who were impeccably dressed and boasting botox were through Kayleigh's mother's position at Conde Nast, those who weren't so well dressed yet still had a look of wealth about them were through Kayleigh's father's company. As I walked through the group of people smiling at them all, fully immersing myself in the role of Kayleigh's boyfriend she approached me and kissed me on the cheek then whispered "We shall leave once dinner is over, it ought to be a foul endurance" I laughed and said "Oh I can imagine, here comes someone" I put my arm around her waist and the lady said "Oh darlings, you can drop your act for me. I'm Kayleigh's aunt dear and loathe to be here just as much as you do. The things I do for my younger sister; if only my wretched husband wasn't here with me I may possibly be able to have some fun or at least find someone who could occupy me" Kayleigh slapped her arm and I said "Oh we're going to get on splendidly well... Ensure you're seated next to me at dinner" she laughed and said "Oh, a promiscuous sinner like my niece also are you?" Kayleigh interrupted and said "Aunty Christina he makes me look like a saint and is the influence that makes me the way I am" she said "Well done Kyle. If I had of brought her up it would have happened a long time ago, let's be thankful she moved to London and met you so you could save her from living a burderened life like I" a good looking man approached and she said "There you are darling where have you been?" they had a short conversation and he walked away she then said "Oh and Kayleigh it's just Christina, auntie puts all this botox to waste and ages me an extra ten years." Christina's botox was subtly and well done, others in the room were smiling only to reveal a moving mouth and frozen face. Christina said "Now get back in role and go and impress my mother. Oh, another thing we have in common... If only she knew the true us. Where is that wretched little brother of yours dear? Oh there he is making small talk with the business executives - how I haven't missed him." Kayleigh took me over to her grandmother who was wearing a chanel suit and gleamed with diamonds, I kissed her on either cheek and she said "It's a pleasure to meet you Kyle. I've heard an awful lot about you" I replied "The pleasure's all mine" haha. After a short conversation in which I tried to impress her she turned to Kayleigh and said "Well dear I couldn't have hand picked a better person for you myself. Kyle is quite the catch and you're perfect for one another" I looked at Kayleigh and said "and I simply cherish being with her" and then kissed her on the lips as she tried to conceal a smirk. We were then graced with the presence of Kayleigh's younger brother. He stood before us and Kayleigh didn't even acknowledge his presnece whilst I greeted him. Kayleigh turned her lip up and said "What is it that you want?" he said "Oh nothing Kayleigh. I just quite admire watching you try to act innocent and sweet. Anyone who sees you for that isn't worth impressing as they are clearly quite the remedial, the rest of the guests on the other hand can most probably see you for what you truly are a-" Kayleigh bent down and grabbed his ear then said "Would you like me to pull down your pants infront of all of our family and completely humiliate you before taking you outside and beating you over the head until you too are a remedial just like the other guests?" he shook his head and Kayleigh released his ear from her nails and gave him a rather firm slap accross the head. I asked "What did you do to him yesterday?" she replied "I slapped him so he charged into my wardrobe and began throwing all of my shoes off the racks. Therefore I said to him seeing as you have taken such a liking to shoes why not use your body for worship and proceeded to walk over him in my Laboutins... Yes, I left marks. An adorable little swine isn't he?" haha.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Shortly afterwards we were seated at the extensive dining table with all of the other guests. My my it was boring. Kayleigh spent most of the time texting under the table and I excused myself to the powder room on several occasions just to help pass the time. At one point after the main course she looked at me and said "Christ this is boring... It doesn't help that I haven't had sex in a week and that seems to be one of the only things left for me to think about after this mind numbing ordeal" I leant over and whispered in her ear "Let's go upstairs once dinner's finished she said "Kyle no, friends and family are here it's too risky" I didn't reply and instead discreetly kissed her neck and tickled her leg with my fingertips then returned upright in my seat, she then excused herself and left the room fanning herself. Kayleigh's aunt leant over and said "Are you two trying to kill me? I'll hit my menopause before that morbid husband of mine knows how to show me a good time. Kyle I tell you! It is truly abysmal. There is no throw down, more like I'm getting a rub down from my grandmother and then when it commences, Christ. Let me just tell you, the last two times I have thought about what I could eat for a snack, the time before that I thought about a workout routine and a few times I have fallen to sleep. Excellent hey?" I replied "Oh you poor lady. I honestly do feel for you; that could possibly be my idea of torture. Nevertheless if it were me, I would not remain faithful" she laughed and said "Oh darling, don't be so foolish me neither! And thank the lord for battery operated devices!" I hugged her and said "Where the devil have you been all my life Aunty Christina!" </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once dinner was finished everyone was invited to the drawing room for drinks and whilst everyone left the dining room Kayleigh said "You take the lift and I shall go up the stairs..." I removed my suit carefully prior to intercourse in order to prevent creases thus minimising our chances of getting caught. Once we had finished I freshened up a little and put my suit back on before going back downstairs. As soon as I stepped out of the lift Kayleigh's mother approached wearing a grey Chanel dress with some Givenchy platforms "Oh hello dear. My mother has been talking about you all night - you've gone down a treat darling. It's quite an achievement you know, portraying Kayleigh in a good light. How's your mother, I haven't had chance to speak to her this week" I told her that she was fine and she said "Oh excellent. I'm back in New York on Sunday I do believe so your mother and I are going to do afternoon tea sometime. I cannot wait to see the townhouse, it's a mere stones throw away from our penthouse!" I told her how Jackie was contemplating moving into my apartment in the plaza and she said "Oh darling we can't have that... Consider the matter dealt with, I shall have her a long term suite in one of the hotels in New York, it may just happen to be The Plaza anyway however shan't be your pied-a-terre!" Kayleigh appeared behind me and said "Mother we're going to have to leave, we're due at the airport soon" she replied "Very well dear, I do believe there is a driver already waiting on the drive way - feel free to take that car." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we arrived at the airport we wheeled our luggage (I had six pieces + hand luggage, Kayleigh had eight + a handbag) through the terminal to our check in desk. Through sheer determination I had managed to encourage Lee and Kayleigh to fly commercially as opposed to privately. As usual people stared at us as we stuggled to manoeuvre the luggage trollies through the terminal without running over any small children or risk one of the Louis Vuitton trunks falling and crushing someone haha. When we arrived at our desk we went straight to the queue to find a woman who looked at us blankly when we handed over our tickets, she said "You're over an hour late. The plane will be leaving soon... If you're quick you may just catch it" Kayleigh who now had her phone to her ear said "Oh no that's far too much hassle... Hello, I need a jet, yes it's Kayeligh Barrack... Immediately. Well certainly within the hour. Heathrow. Thank you. I will receive an e-mail within the next five minutes." The lady looked at us and said "Well that was easy enough, I'll see what I can do about refunding these tickets for you..." Kayleigh received an e-mail telling her her jet would be ready within half an hour and soon someone from the airport staff approached us and said "Miss Barrack, may we escort you through security?" the man and his colleagues took our luggage and we walked with them to the security gate. Lee phoned me as we were walking and shouted "What time is this flight Kyle? I'm only just arriving at the airport; I got a little caught up with Catherine I think her name was..." I told him of our change of plans and he said "Oh marvellous - I'll see you on the other side shortly. I'm not far behind you." I spent the half an hour waiting for the jet going back and forth to the toilet through nerves whilst Kayleigh went to Prada and the other various shops passing the time. I was rather uncomfortable in my suit by this point and Kayleigh looked a little over dressed in her Jil Sander dress and jewel embellished Laboutins, when Lee joined us he said "Oh, well don't I look like the peasant of the trio" wearing a pair of Prps jeans and a tight fitting prada crew neck jumper he actually did haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we finally arrived in Miami we were collected by two SUV's and driven to the Fairmont Resort. Upon entrance the manager came over and outstretched his hand to Kayleigh and said "Miss Barrack, how lovely to see you here again. If there's anything -" she shot back "I've just stepped off a nine hour flight from London so if you could just put an end to this meaningless conversation and give us our room keys that would be marvellous." He then immediately took three keys out of his pockets and Kayleigh turned to us and said "I'm in the Grand Presidential, you two may fight over who's in which of those. I on the other hand am going for a short nap and I may see you by the pool in while." I took the keys and said "Well.. If we're fighting over them then it's basically my choice isn't it..." I chose the presidential suite and left Lee with the tower suite. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After a shower and a change of clothes I was by the pool texting friends about plans for the evening. One of whom, a model, replied <i>Unfortunately I cannot wait until tonight.. It's inevitable that you're going to pick me to sleep with so do you want to just come over now? It's been a while since I've had someone of your expertise! </i>I replied <i>Someone of my expertise? Please, do be serious, you make it sound as though there are others with my talent haha. I shall grant you the privilege my friend however I shall not be coming to you, I simply cannot be bothered. Come here, I'm at the Fairmont - merely say may name when you ring the hotel and they ought to send a car. </i>You can pretty much guess how the rest of my afternoon went haha. That evening I went for dinner with Kayleigh before meeting with another male who spent the night in my suite....</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On July 4th I woke to find a champagne breakfast in my room at the foot of my bed. I received a number of messages from American friends, some from males whom I'm acquainted with through sexual relations - these were often sent along with a rather satisfying image of themselves. I must say, it was a rather marvellous way to wake up haha. Kayleigh then entered my room with her own key and said "What are you still doing in bed?" The toilet then flushed and she said "Who is that?" I had forgotten I'd slept with someone and said "I am rather unsure..." she looked petrified and when he opened the door naked her horrified face changed to a smile and I said "Oh yes - I slept with him last night. Sorry, I had forgotten... You may leave now, perhaps I'll see you later." The man changed and then left haha. Kayleigh was wearing a four hundred pound Diane Von Furtsenberg white maxi dress which she had left in a pile on the floor whilst she showed me her swimsuit from Tooshie which cost £300 along with a pair of Giuseppe Zanotti platforms which cost £800... An expensive outfit for a pool party I'm sure you'd agree. Following showering I put on a pair of tailored shorts from Gucci and a polo shirt from Ralph Lauren and some Gucci sandals. I put on a rolex and got a pair of Dita sunglasses and Kayleigh and I went to get Lee. Once at his door Kayleigh got a key out of her bag and opened the door at will. When she turned the corner into his bedroom she said "Oh for crying out loud!" Lee sat up in bed in the middle of two sleeping girls and said "What? What time is it? What are you doing in here?" she said "You imbecile, we are supposed to be at Joe's party ten minutes ago. We are running late as the two of you being males think with your penis' rather than your heads and stay up until goodness knows what time having sex. Kyle and I shall go and sit at the poolside. Get ready and see us down there..." Just as she turned to walk out she noticed something and said "Oh my god! Charlotte!" One of the girls lying half asleep next to Lee screamed and jumped up with the bed linen to hug her, Lee meanwhile admired his view from behind and winked at me haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Joe I'm sure a lot of you have heard of, his surname is Francis and he is the founder of Mantra films who produce Girls and Guys gone wild. Once we had arrived at his Miami mansion all of the guest were, to say the least, gorgeous. As soon as we entered the three of us were split up due to our names being called and people throwing themselves at us. I was approached by Joe who said "Kyle! Glad you could come. Still not willing to take up that offer of starring in a dvd for me?" I replied "For the umpteenth time Joe I shan't take up any role in pornographic material" he replied "Do it for a friend Kyle! My sales would go through the roof with a shit hot british boy like you" I stood my ground and still declined and he said "Well I would throw you out but seeing as I love listening to your voice so much you may stay. Where's the rest of the British brat pack?" The rest of the afternoon was spent socialising with a number of friends and celebrities whilst getting intoxicated in the heat. I could not tell you (both due to lack of memory and losing count) how many people I kissed haha. I had six packs and pectoral muscles approaching me from all angles.. How was I to say no?!</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We were there until the early hours of the morning when we finally phoned chauffeurs to come and collect us. Each of us having just faced a huge dilemma as to who to sleep with, we all left with one person each. I couldn't see when we got into the taxi and had no control over my head, Kayleigh had lost her dress and was travelling home in nothing but a swimsuit and heels whilst Lee may have just had sex right before our eyes in the taxi haha. Once we arrived at the hotel I (apparently) walked into a glass door and then received several questioning looks from other guests... Mostly at Kayleigh who was walking through the hotel in a swimsuit haha. Once in the lift she said "You would not believe the pain these shoes are causing me" and removed them, in turn reducing her height by 5 inches or so haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The following morning I woke feeling exceptionally sick and as soon as I opened my eyes my head began to thud haha. I had a shower and ordered room service then went and sat by the pool where I caught up on more sleep. Lee and Kayleigh later joined me outside (also feeling my pain) and the three of us discussed the previous night - filling in the blanks for one another. At around midday I saw a good looking man enter the poolside area and as he walked removed his top to reveal a divine physique. I kept my eyes fixated on him as he strolled around the perimeter and then approached us. I noticed Kayleigh fix her pose and add a little volume to her hair whilst I had no hope - I imagine I looked pretty darn foul haha. Nevertheless he came over and said "Feeling rough this morning my British friends?" we all replied "Yes, quite" he agreed and said "I look and feel like shit. Are you ready Kyle?" I looked at Kayleigh then back to him and said "Pardon? Do excuse me, but do I know you?" he laughed and said "Ah, that bad hey. Last night you apologised several times for not being able to sleep with me and that I would be your second choice had your chosen one not been so good looking" the toes began to curl as I cringed, he continued "so you advised that I came by the Fairmont pool at around 1 o'clock so that you could have the best of both worlds and then refused to give me your number soo.... here I am" I was rather mortified however praised the fact that my alcohol consumption hadn't hindered my good taste haha. I replied "Well I shall by all means oblige however would you be so kind as to joining my friends and I for a short respite whilst I muster up the energy" he laughed and said "Well, when you ask so nicely.." Gabrielle sent me an e-mail with an attached picture of her and two of the well known playmates from the playboy mansion, all in bikini's.. I replied <i>Oh I see you fit right in then with your silicone breasts xx</i> haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I flew to Los Angeles a couple of days later to meet up with Gabrielle and Kelly and received a text message from Chris asking when our next session was going to be. My initial thoughts were hopefully never however the image of the new Aston Martin appeared in my mind and so I replied <i>L.A? </i>he messaged me back saying <i>I can't really afford it at the moment. Let me know when you're back in London... By the way, I have a lot more friends and a lot more interest from girls at the moment. I thank the car! </i>With that I messaged Jackie and had her book tickets to Los Angeles and when she e-mailed me a confirmation I text Chris saying <i>Your flight leaves this evening. Pack your bags. </i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><i></i><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When Chris arrived we spent a great deal of time by the pool in the Beverly Hills home where my tuition took place whilst we also went to Gabrielle's newly renovated Malibu beach house for a while. On one particular day we arranged a night out with some of my friends from Los Angeles and I asked Chris if he would like to go shopping in search of an outfit for myself. We arrived on Rodeo Drive in Gabrielle's Lambourghini and browsed the shops for something I could wear. When in Prada whilst I looked at shoes Chris picked up a pair, admired them, then saw the price and said "Jeeez. Nine hundred..." I meanwhile had requested three pairs and asked "Do you want them?" he said "I'd love them but.." I said "Very well then, those too" Chris moaned and said "Kyle you're going to have to stop doing this" I said "Oh be quiet. My parents won't even notice it's gone... We live off our interest my friend and then some. It honestly does not matter. What <i>were</i> you planning on wearing tonight?" What ever it was he said it was a high street brand thus I said "It is most probably best we make you the subject of this shopping trip also. Or you could always have something of mine." At the end of the rather successful shopping trip I had spent over two thousand dollars on Chris, much to his dislike haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The following week Chris and I went to New York and resided in my apartment where my tuition continued. Chris also spent sometime with my father training him and Gabrielle flew to New York for her job however also took the time to dance with a few friends. I paid a visit to my mother in her real-estate heaven town house on one day in New York and she said "Oh Kyle! I received an answer phone message on the telephone from Chris' mother. She said how grateful she was for the oppourtunities we've given to Chris and providing him with these holidays free of charge. She was a sweet lady so I had Jackie find out their address and I've sent them on a holiday to the house in Barbados. They ought to be receiving their tickets today." I replied "Oh... But mother you don't even know these people" she said "Kyle I know, but she was kind and polite so I thought I would do likewise, only in a more flamboyant way... Gabrielle has done likewise this week. When she returned to London she was talking to a man in the airport from Liverpool and he told her of a boy who was from his home town and attended a vocational school for dance and had been accepted at the Bolshoi ballet and was in the media seeking a sponsorship of £15,000 otherwise he would be unable to attend. Gabrielle immediately picked up the phone (without asking your father and I) and anonymously donated the money, giving the boy the chance to fulfill a dream and have an excellent future." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">This week we all returned to London for Gabrielle's university graduation. For the average student it would take no more than preparation on the day, however, as we are all aware - Gabrielle is far from average. Three days or so prior to her graduation Gabrielle, myself and Oscar were sat in my house when Gabrielle suddenly said "... I want a day out" Oscar replied "Where to darling? The zoo or something?" she laughed and said "No you imbecile! Harrods or Westfield or somewhere... I need to purchase something to wear for my graduation. Some of these people I shan't see again thus I need to leave them with a good memory of myself. Are you going to join me?" Oscar told her he would have to go and do some work whilst I agreed to doing so. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After a very successful day we returned to my parent's house where Gabrielle emptied the contents of her 15 or so shopping bags onto the dining table to display them to my mother. There was an Alexander Wang skirt, a quilted leather preen high waisted skirt, two skirts by Vivienne Westwood, one by Marc Jacobs, one by Chloe and two from Alexander McQueen. Following this she had purchased a blouse from Balmain with shoulder pads and swarovski crystals which cost over two thousand pounds (and it was only a potential top) in addition to blouses from Emanuel Ungaro, Fendi, Roksanda Ilincic, Zac Posen, Cavalli, McQueen... Furthermore she had purchased four dresses from Victoria Beckham's new collection along with Celine, Bamford and Burberry. My mother said "Oh... A rather sucessful day then I see, however Gabrielle.. You can only wear one outfit my love. Nevertheless, some of this I will certainly be wearing for work... Especially this, it is divine!" she picked up the shoulder padded Balmain blouse and admired it when Gabrielle said "That is the garment which I am most inclined to wear. There was an absolutely gorgeous leather Balmain skirt which I saw in Vogue a couple of weeks ago however it was four thousand pounds and I already had several thousand pounds worth of garments over my arm thus I resisted.. Much to my dismay." My mother whispered "... I've got it" Gabrielle's face lit up and my mother said "DON'T tell your Dad! And you Kyle!" I replied "Why? I'm sure he won't mind. He spends far more than that on suits" my mother said "Yes, but, let's be honest now dear. I'm only going to wear it once aren't I and he starts saying we may as well burn the money... Kayleigh's mother said that the people at Vogue are in love with it and encouraged me to purchase it. It didn't take much encouraging - I too fell in love with it immediately and didn't even look at the price." Gabrielle quite literally begged for her permission to wear the skirt and eventually my mother gave in. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When the day of Gabrielle's graduation arrived I was woke at 8 o'clock by Gabrielle practically bellowing at someone in conversation. I text her saying <i>Without sounding rude dear, could you please be quiet! </i>Seconds later she replied with a simple <i>No. You ought to be up anyway, we have to be there at half past nine. </i>I replied <i>ugh </i>and then she came charging into my bedroom shouting "It's graduation day Kyle! Aren't you proud of your sweet sweet sister?" Then, just to be annoying, she sat on my chest and squoze my face - just what one longs for after having been woke up. My mother came in and said "Kyle it's time for you to get up - Gabrielle what are you doing? Leave your brother alone and go and get ready. Jake has breakfast prepared downstairs if you would like some dear. We're leaving in an hour." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once I had showered and changed into my Dolce & Gabanna suit I went into Gabrielle's room to see her. She was stood in the bathroom wearing her dressing gown with a man doing her makeup whilst two women tended to her hair. I waited downstairs with my father and my mother came down and joined us wearing a Herve Leger skirt with a fitted jacket over the top and a broad patent leather waist belt from Burberry and a pair of thigh high Gucci boots and a Hermes birkin handbag. My father said "New boots my love?" she replied "Yes darling do you like them? I purchased them in Gucci when we were in New York" he replied "Yes, very sexy. Do come here" I turned my attention to my phone to prevent myself from vomiting. Thankfully Gabrielle came downstairs a short while into my father's caressing session wearing her Balmain shoulder padded blouse (two thousand pounds) my mother's Balmain skirt (four thousand seven hundred pounds) a pair of black laboutin ankle boots (priced at approximately seven hundred pounds) and her Himalayan Birkin with diamond hardware, purchased for her by me as a twenty-first birthday present at a cost of over sixty thousand pounds. Yes. Gabrielle is single handily bringing us out of a global economy with a shopping spree for her graduation. My mother said "Oh very on trend dear" Gabrielle said "Well, it is one of the most prestigious fashion universities in the world thus I feel it is necessary. Dad, you need to pay the hair and makeup people" he jokingly glared at her and walked into the hallway, when he returned he said "Well I now have no money in my wallet.. Kyle pass me yours." I said no and he said "Kyle, it is all my money in there anyway. I only need a hundred pounds or so. Prior to our departure Gabrielle put on her Harry Winston ring just to add a little more glamour to her outfit, the price of which I do not know. I can tell you that it is one diamond which is significantly larger than the part of her finger from knuckle to joint and is set in a platinum setting and what's more for Christmas I received a Lambourghini Murcielago Versace whilst her main present was that... A mere fortune.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When Gabrielle's graduation was taking place I was bored beyond belief. It seemed I was the only one. My father, Oscar and my mother all seemed to be engrossed in the mind numbing event. There were over a hundred people on Gabrielle's course and each had something said about them prior to collecting their scroll thing. I spent the entire time gazing around the room. At one point I glanced at a man and then shot my head back when I recalled sleeping with him haha. I smiled and he did likewise... I was in need of intercourse. When it finally came to Gabrielle the man said "Next, Gabrielle McQuillan. A girl whom the senior members of the faculty were reluctant to accept on the course with her exceptionally low grades in traditional subjects." Gabrielle still stood smiling as though he was singing her praises " However her excellence in creative subjects such as dance, art and drama along with her love for fashion compelled us to accept her. Granted, there were times when we thought we had made the wrong decision such as when she would roll up hours late for a lecture in her Ferrari after having sipped too much Cristal the previous night in a members only night club." Everyone laughed, my mother did not. "Although we always knew she had a huge potential. This became apparent when she was given the task of a photo shoot in which she had to adhere to the theme "Filthy rich." As opposed to using students as models and having them wear high street clothes for their own individual themes, Gabrielle cast supermodels who had been witnessed on the catwalks of Gucci, Prada and Victoria Secret and gave them use of her own props; a Rolls Royce, Laboutin shoes, Harry Winston jewels... Soon it was Gabrielle who became the talk of her year group, some were envious, others in admiration. Not only would she return to one of London's exclusive address' after a day's lecture but she would fly across the globe attending fashion weeks and always being on top of trends. However it was this year, when Gabrielle, like the rest of the students on her course, began an internship for a PR company that Gabrielle excelled our expectations and somewhat outshone others. Gabrielle opted for People's revolution in New York, and again unlike the other's did not live in bog-standard accommodation - she was, again, living in an exclusive address. The Plaza. However this didn't last as long as it should have. Gabrielle's work ethic from London had gone with her overseas and her laissez faire nature didn't go down all that well with the well known Kelly Kutrone - a woman who has told employees that working for her is "like making a deal with the devil." Gabrielle on the other hand gave this woman an ultimatum, she would either go to Los Angeles and continue working for the company or offer her skills to a rival firm. Gabrielle was fired and the university received an e-mail from Kelly herself informing us of this. Nevertheless, Gabrielle promised us she would sort it and she did. A week or so later we received an e-mail from another prestigious fashion PR firm based in Los Angeles saying that Gabrielle had offered them her skills for free and had enquired about the job whilst in the company of Paris Hilton's younger brother. They obviously accepted and this was where Gabrielle remained (employer wise.) Throughout the remainder of the course Gabrielle dined with Zac Posen and Marc Jacobs who set her up on a night out with Manhattan socialite Genevieve Jones - a girl whom fashion PR companies are frequently sending garments to free of charge. The company which she worked for wrote us a very complimentary letter stating that Gabrielle's networking skills were highly beneficial to their company and her attendance to fashion week and socialising during after show parties helped the company on a number of different levels. What's more she has secured more clients in the short amount of time she worked there than other employees have over a matter of years. When asked last week what she would like to do in the future Gabrielle told us that she longs to go back to her roots and continue with her dancing whilst incorporating her degree into a job within PR at the same time, perhaps working one day a week. She added 'Without sounding egotistical, they would be stupid not to accept me, regardless of how often I plan on offering my skills, what's more Marc himself has offered me a job within his empire thus I am more or less guaranteed a job somewhere.' With that ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Gabrielle McQuillan." By that point some of the other girls were rolling their eyes and I was becoming bored yet again. I then had to sit through several more lengthy speeches before they were finished. At the end the person who had been speaking said another rather boring speech and then added. "This is an invitation to all of the students here and selected members of staff who shall be notified. The parents of Gabrielle McQuillan along with the help of the PR firm she worked for have arranged a graduation party for you all this evening at London's Bungalow 8. However do be warned, there is a guest list in place and all guests are required to be on it. In order to be on that list e-mail... The guest list will be checked by Gabrielle herself thus you needn't worry about random folk crashing." There was a cheer and all of the graduates threw their hats in the air. My mother said "Oh, well I didn't know it was going to be announced like that. We're going to get bombarded with thanks now. You know, I'm not entirely sure all of that speech was entirely complimentary to Gabrielle" I replied "What does it matter, she isn't quite intelligent enough to catch on." My mother said "Kyle!" Whilst my father wrapped his arm around my neck and said "Don't talk about your sister like that" I said "You're all in denial. How can you possibly say that she's not" My father tightened his arm and began to tickle me then my mother assertively said "Harold behave! We're in public! That wretched spokesman couldn't have made it anymore blatantly obvious that we're affluent. I'm not all that pleased if I'm honest." My father looked at her and said "Camilla darling.. I think the students may already be aware of that and may have told their parents anyway. Look at what the girl's wearing for crying out loud, the cost of that ring equates to the debt of a third world country. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I was required to have pictures taken with Gabrielle and then Oscar took one of the four of us. Highly embarrassing I must say. We looked like tourists! I saw the man again in the corner of my eye talking with his sister and family and waited for him to look at me. When I caught his eye I winked and began to walk away. Once in my Porsche I waited for a moment and then he got in looking quite divine and I drove us both to my house... I find there's something about a muscled man in a suit! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Speak soon, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Kyle. </p>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-2836753325993711342009-06-08T11:46:00.000-07:002009-06-08T11:56:52.715-07:00A marvellous Birthday followed by trauma in London...<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I do apologise for my absence however I have been rather busy. When I last wrote I was flying to New York in order to attend The Costume Institute Gala. None of my peers or I had outfits for the event thus that was our main priority upon arrival. Elliot and I had rather a lot of success in this field however the girls on the other hand were quite the opposite. Kelly purchased various outfits, none of which she was too sure about wearing to the Gala whilst Gabrielle returned with nothing other than a foul mood and stress. That evening she browsed various internet sites in search of something however found nothing she was particularly fond of. Then, although it was eleven o'clock in the evening she telephoned my mother (who had also just arrived in New York) and asked her to forward her the number of a trustworthy assistant in England. My mother did so and Gabrielle ignored all of her questions as to why she wanted it and phoned the girl. It being four o'clock in the morning there, she said "I do apologise for waking you however I shall ensure it is made up to you some way or another. It's Gabrielle, Camilla and Harold's daughter who you work for." I imagine the girl sat bolt upright as my parents employees often did when we told them who we were, Gabrielle then went on to ask if she could drive. Negative. Nevertheless, Gabrielle asked her address and told her she would ring her back, she then turned to me and said "Kyle you are going to have to assist me with getting myself out of this sheer trauma! Ring the concierge at your hotel and have him collect house keys from your house and give them to a driver who shall go and collect this girl and take her to mother and father's house. Meanwhile I shall book a jet, or rather, Jackie will." I reluctantly did so and of course, my wish was the hotel's command. The poor girl phoned Gabrielle when she had arrived at her destination and Gabrielle directed her to her bedroom, then to her wardrobe. The girl was now on loudspeaker and told her she was in the wardrobe, Gabrielle asked " Is all of the glass frosted?" The girl told her it was and Gabrielle told her how to turn it off to reveal all of the clothes and jewellery which lay behind glass (when frosted the wardrobe doors etc are all locked - it's neccessary that there is security for her garments haha.) Gabrielle went on "Now, the left hand side is all day wear so ignore that and go over to the right. Then go to the wardrobes which have dresses on mannequins above the racks of clothes. These are couture. I need you to describe them to me..." </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After a rather lengthy phone call Gabrielle had told the girl to select a piece of Valentino Couture from Spring 2005 and a piece from 2004 along with a pieces from Chanel and Armani Prive of this year. She then said "There ought to be some garment bags from Chanel etc. in the staff bedroom" she then directed her to there and then said "Now the car which is still waiting for you outside will be taking you straight to Heathrow. I suggest you go back into my wardrobe and go to the wall which is immediately on your right when you walk in. This is all lounge wear. Feel free to take a Juicy Couture tracksuit or something, I believe she selected one, then Gabrielle asked what size she was and upon receiving an answer she said "Ah, well I am a four thus I doubt my jeans will fit... I know, go over to the coats section, there are two - daytime and evening, I suggest daytime. There should be several Burberry trenches in there. Take a black one. Then go over to the suede island in the middle of the room and open the top drawer and take a pair of plain black tights. Now, depending on your bra size, you may take either just a bra, or just knickers, or alternatively if you are the same size if you onto the opposite side they are all matching sets." Minor pause then Gabrielle went on "Ok I imagine you're having a little difficulty carrying all of that. Leave it on the floor and walk towards the glass doors at the back of the room which have the silhouette of a catwalk model on them. Once in there the girl replied "The glass is all frosted again..." Gabrielle, once more told her how to unfrost the glass and when she had done so she gasped. I must admit, it is quite understandable why. This is more or less exactly the same as the previous room with separate glass wardrobes etc however this room is all accessories and shoes with an exact same black suede island also with a glass top, underneath which various items of jewellery lie which inevitably catch the light from the chandelier above. Gabrielle directed her to where her luggage is kept and made her get a holdall, small makeup case and a jewellery box. She told her which items of jewellery she wanted, all of which was put into the jewellery box and then said "Now open the set of middle drawers on the left hand side of the island and select a pair of sunglasses you like." There was a slight pause "Now, open the drawer adjacent to it and take a case which matches the brand. Now walk towards the far wall and pick a pair of heels, boots or booties you like. Laboutin is probably a good choice." Gabrielle told her to go and put all of the stuff in the holdall and then go into the bathroom and get some makeup remover and various pieces of makeup and put them into the small makeup case and then into the holdall also. Gabrielle then said "Now go and get the dresses which are in the garment cases and take your holdall along with them and the jewellery box to the car. Guard them with your life. None of those dresses cost less than forty thousand pounds! Prior to landing in New York redo your makeup with the things you just got and then change from the Juicy Couture tracksuit into the trench along with tights and heels and put the sunglasses on. I will arrange for there to be a car to collect you upon arrival and bring you to where I am. Hence the outfit, I have no idea where I'll be and cannot run the risk of you not getting in or something absurd like that. Thank you ever so much for your co-operation. I shall ensure this is made up to you. I shall see you when you get here. Your jet leaves in two hours." The girl said "Jet?" Gabrielle replied "Yes darling. You shall be travelling privately. It's much quicker, plus I could not risk putting those dresses with the rest of the luggage!"</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On Monday morning - the morning of the Gala Gabrielle was driving me insane. Jackie was preoccupied ensuring the hairdresser and makeup artist would be at the suite whilst Gabrielle went jewellery and shoe shopping. About two hours after leaving my apartment at some ridiculously early hour she returned with a vast accumulation of bags from Chanel, YSL, Prada and Tiffany's. She was wearing a modified black Alexander McQueen jumpsuit with a black and silver crystal embellished military jacket from Balmain, sunglasses and of course, heels. She charged through the door and said "As you can most probably tell, I didn't get far.. I haven't even been to Gucci and Louis Vuitton yet. Kyle, please come with me.." I groaned and asked why and she said "Because that way we can carry more bags. I must insist on you getting changed though. I'm not going shopping with you in a tracksuit." I reluctantly went and changed from my Dolce & Gabbana tracksuit into a pair of Balmain jeans, a plain white t-shirt, a black military jacket from John Varvatos (just to please Gabrielle so that we match) and a pair of vintage military boots from Gucci. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As you can imagine we went into every namable designer on fifth in search of something for Gabrielle, along the way the pair of us were inevitably picking up things which had no relevance to the task in hand. Once the entirety of fifth avenue's good designers had been checked off the list I phoned the Plaza and we went to The Meatpacking District. We left the some twenty shopping bags in the chauffeured car as they were becoming a somewhat hindrance. After not much success there we phoned the Plaza yet again and went back via Madison where Gabrielle and I were dropped to continue shopping. Again, we were distracted by the array of divine clothes and I was even more so in Tom Ford where I decided on a complete outfit change for that evening. My suit from Dior which I had opted to wear was nothing in comparison to what I found. I immediately telephoned the Plaza and had the concierge get me an urgent appointment with a tailor. Just as we were paying to leave a girl entered the shop and Gabrielle and I both looked her up and down at what she was wearing, it was then that she approached us: "Hello, I hope you don't mind however I got in touch with The Plaza where I understand you're currently residing and they told me that a chauffeur had just dropped you near hear so I came to find you as soon as I could. I'm Sophie..." Gabrielle had a blank expression on her face "Your mother's assistant." There was a slight pause then Gabrielle said "Ohhh.. Hello there, how was your flight?" she replied "Very goo-" however Gabrielle was anxious and said "Excellent. I'm glad to hear it! Where are the dresses?" The girl replied "In the car" to which Gabrielle said "Let's go back to The Plaza. Kyle." I followed and sat with them in the car which was waiting for Sophie outside. On the journey Gabrielle gave her her number, my number, Jackie's number and then asked "If you were in England currently, what would you be doing for the next couple of days?" She replied "Working and otherwise-" Gabrielle said "Excellent. For the next couple of days, or today at least, you shall be working however as my assistant as opposed to that pointless work my mother assigns you. I shall see to it that you are paid accordingly and there is someone else to do the work for you. In fact, I have no idea how to do that... Kyle, what shall I do?" I shrugged and said ".. Email Jackie?" Part way through the journey the Plaza telephoned and said that a tailor was willing to tailor my suit. I told them I would get my measurements from London and leave the suit with them. I then told Sophie to ring the tailors I most frequently use in London and have them tell her my measurements. Meanwhile Gabrielle was on the phone to my mother saying "I need you to come to my apartment... Now... Mother I'm sure it can wait... I do not care! Send somebody else, I need you! ... Ok, see you in a couple of minutes." Does brat spring to mind at all?</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When we arrived at the hotel Sophie got her holdall from the boot and then asked "Would you like me to bring your bags in?" Gabrielle laughed a little and said "No dear. Do be serious. Put yours down too" she then handed the bellboy some money and continued walking. Once in my apartment Gabrielle said "You look awfully nice in my clothes Sophie haha" she replied "I do believe it's the most on trend I've ever felt and these shoes are unbelievably painful however they are Laboutin so I am willing to suffer" Gabrielle laughed and said "They're only four and a half inches aren't they? These are five and a half darling... That said I am able to walk around on my toes for hours so you ought to be given lieniency I suppose." The bags then arrived as did my mother. Upon her entrance she noticed Sophie and said "Oh hello. Without sounding rude, what are you doing here?" My father came in behind my mother and Gabrielle said "I sent her over with my dresses" to which my father said "You chartered a jet and took a member of staff out of work so you could have a dress?" she snapped "Yes father I did" she merely smiled and my father had no reply haha. Gabrielle phoned reception and they gave Sophie a room so that she could go and freshen up seeing as she had been woke at some ridiculous hour and then endured a night time flight here and then went and tried on one of the dresses which she had had Sophie fly over. My mother meanwhile tried on all of the new shoes which Gabrielle had just purchased and when Gabrielle came out she said "I'm wearing these.. Oh that's divine. Who's it by?" It was a Valentino couture gown from 2005 which Gabrielle had never worn or taken the time to get altered. Therefore it had been hanging in her wardrobe for the past 4 years. After staring in the mirror for a while Gabrielle went and tried on the next one. She came out with it undone at the back and said "Dad, can you fasten this?" Gabrielle audibly inhaled whilst he did so and then turned around. Granted she looked gorgeous but it was evident from the expression on her face and the grip she had on the doorframe that she was unable to breathe properly. What's more, the dress only just managed to cover her nipples whilst the rest of her breasts spilled out over the top. My mother said "Oh that is gorgeous too! You've worn that before have you not?" she replied "Yes mother to my sixteenth birthday party. Christ." she paused for breath "What does it look like? I am prepared to hold my breath all evening if it means I look nice" My father butted in and said "Gabrielle you are not going out like that" she looked at him like he had just told her that he would be cancelling her credit card and she would never again shop and she said "Pardon?" he replied "You will not leave this room with your breasts like that. I forbid you from doing so." She replied "Oh do be quiet" he shot back "No Gabrielle. You are not wearing that dress now go and take it off." Gabrielle looked at my mother and stamped her foot and said "Mum!" She turned to my father and said " I highly doubt she would leave the house with her breasts like that Harold. She would obviously strap them down." My father stood his ground and Gabrielle went and removed the dress. When she next came out wearing Chanel couture from this summer. My mother, who was now on her fifth pair of shoes, said "That one! You simply must. My my, money well spent I do say!" I asked "How much exactly?" My mother just said "Kyle that is irrelevant." I asked "Forty thousand" she shook her head "thirty thousand?" again, she shook her head "Fifty?" she replied "Let's just say it was more than fifty, ok..." I looked at my Dad and moaned "I could have a car for double that much!" he said "Yes Kyle I know and you have cars" I replied "Yes and Gabrielle also has a lot more dresses. She has four here alone plus wardrobes full of couture, whilst I have 5 cars.. That is absurd!" Gabrielle came out wearing an Armani Prive gown and said "What are you complaining about now Kyle?" I replied "The fact that you have hundreds of thousands of pounds worth of dresses and I only have 5 cars!" she replied "Well we established that I was the favourite a long time ago darling.." My mother said "You are not, we love you both the same now be quiet the pair of you." I protested "These dresses will only be worn once by Gabrielle! I would use a car rather frequently!" My father replied "Oh with all the time you spend in London you mean?" My mother then said "And these dresses can be passed on, Gabrielle has some of mine from when I was younger. That is the beauty of couture, despite being of the best quality and being created exclusively for you by the designer they can be worn forever. Gabrielle I think the Chanel and I am having these shoes" Gabrielle said "No! I have only just purchased them..." My mother replied "I purchased them, you handed over the card dear" she replied "Oh motherrrr..." My dad then asked "Gabrielle what happened to your job may I ask?" She put her hand over her mouth without saying a word then said "... I forgot!" The room was silent. My mother and father looked at each other and then Gabrielle dropped her hand and said "Oh well. I don't want to work anyway." Simultaneuously my mother and father said "Gabrielle!" Jackie walked in at that point, blackberry in hand as usual with a rather large bag and portfolio under her arm. Gabrielle went to take her dress off again and Jackie shouted "Oh Gabrielle, I have good news" Gabrielle came charging out shouting "What? What?" Wearing none other than a black corset and knickers. Jackie replied "You will be dancing with the choreographer from the new Fame film this week, as requested!" Gabrielle screamed and ran over and hugged her and then lunged her way back to the bedroom shouting "thank you Jackson!" to put on some clothes. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The gala was absolutely amazing! Everyone looked divine. It was abundant with friends and friends of friends. Gabrielle was ecstatic because Anna Wintour had opted for Chanel Couture like herself. Peculiar thing to get excited about I know. The following morning my mother phoned me to ask whether I would go running with her, Gabrielle moaned at the fact that she had not been asked to which my mother said "I'm not going with Gabrielle, she just runs away. Tell her she can with her father." With that I put on a t-shirt, a pair of shorts and some sunglasses and walked the short distance to The Pierre with Gabrielle to get my parents. When we entered the lobby they both walked towards us, my father wearing much the same as me and my mother much the same as Gabrielle, lycra shorts, vest tops and sunglasses. Gabrielle asked my father if they could go fast and my mother asked that I stayed at her pace, my father and I both agreed to our requests and we set off in different directions. Gabrielle and my father were to do the full 6 mile loop whilst I jogged to the resevoir track with my mother a couple of times before returning. As we made our way back to The Pierre we saw Gabrielle approaching with her long blonde hair tied up and her breasts tightly secured in her sports bra, my mother waved at her but she was oblivious and carried on sprinting away. A few minutes later my father came past us going at a much slower slower speed than Gabrielle. I immediately erupted in laughter and my mother said "That's why I wouldn't go with her... How far have you gone?" My father, who seemed a little short breathed, looked on his ipod to see that he had gone a mere 8 miles - my mother and I had just passed six so I went and caught up with Gabrielle and left my father and mother together. With the workout I had just had with my mother not pushing me to my limits at all I strapped my ipod to my arm, turned up the volume and sprinted until I found Gabrielle. When I finally did she asked whether I wanted a drink, I agreed and she pulled a ten dollar note out of her bra and purchased two drinks from a stall. Whilst I drank mine Gabrielle propped her leg up on a railing and slid her way down until she was in splits, remained there for a while then said "Ready?" I agreed and she asked how far I had gone to which I replied "9" she tutted and said "And you're that tired? I'm on 11! If you wish to remain with me we shall be sprinting the final mile, otherwise, I shall see you at The Plaza" I told her I would stay with her and we set off once again. Towards the end it turned into a bit of a race haha. I was ahead at one point and stopped to tighten my lace (which I had done in record time haha) and as I came back up to standing I felt slight pressure on each of my shoulders followed by a "Woo" and when I looked forward Gabrielle was landing in front of me and carrying on running. Yes she had just straddled over the top of me haha. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That evening Gabrielle and I joined my mother and father in watching The Phantom of The Opera on Broadway and the following evening (after a long day of pleasure with Chase) Gabrielle and I met with Sienna and Marissa Miller at Adour Alain Ducasse to celebrate Sienna's new role upcoming role on Broadway. After a lovely meal we went to Tenjune where we met with friends and I met someone who later shared my bed with me haha - no changes there. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On Wednesday when I woke up and evicted the man from my apartment I found Gabrielle sat in the living room with a man who didn't even remotely resemble the type of person she would sleep with. I said hello and went to order room service, she said "Kyle this is Christopher. You may have met before, I met him when I was at The Royal and he wanted to take me from there and have me for his own company if you recall.." I didn't and wasn't really paying all that much attention - I was exhausted and therefore just mumbled something. She then said "Well I am going to Christopher's studio for a while now to dance so I shall be back at some point this afternoon. Elliot phoned and asked me to tell you to ring him. I did so once I had eaten my breakfast and he came to my apartment. I opened the door and he immediately came in and put his hands around my waist and said "... Only two weeks until it's someone's birthday!" He then kissed me but I made no attempt to kiss him back and merely stood there. He stopped and asked "What </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">is</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> the matter Kyle?" I replied "I have told you on numerous occasions to not call it that! It is merely a party being held in my honour on that day" he tutted and said "Oh Kyle do be serious" I groaned and moaned "I want to be twenty-one forever! People are already starting to settle down and I dislike it rather a lot! Where is this wretched party anyway?" I got the reply "Wretched? Kyle this party is going to be absolutely amazing! Kelly is planning it and I do say, she has marvellous contacts within this industry. It is going to be immense! I simply cannot wait!" I bluntly said "Where is it?" he said "The French Riviera" although I tried to prevent it a small smile spread accross my face which Elliot commented on much to my dismay haha, he then added "The invitations were posted yesterday so your phone ought to be ringing off the hook for the next two weeks..." </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My goodness he was correct! Two weeks later (after being in London for over a week), two days prior to my birthday my mother and father told me they were taking me to Paris so that I could wake up there on my birthday. I obviously agreed to doing so and the four of us, my mother, father, Gabrielle and I arrived there mid afternoon. I messaged some friends upon arrival (some from school) and we arranged a night out. My parents and Gabrielle and I had our usual suites at The Ritz where we spent a great deal of time getting ready. That evening I had opted for Dior pants and shirt along with ceramic Dior watch and Bulgari ring and Gabrielle wore a new Herve Leger dress which had one slice cut out at the waist and another on the opposite side above the breast (which exposed a little more cleavage than necessary) along with Laboutin ankle boots and bangles. We met my parents in the Hemmingway bar as they too were meeting with friends. When we approached my mother and father were sat with two other couples having drinks which was good as it meant neither Gabrielle or I would be required to sit with them for hours. We went and said hello and they introduced us to their friends, then my father went on to say "Gabrielle, I don't really approve of that outfit, it's far too provocative for my liking." Gabrielle looked at my mother, then back to my father and said "You have witnessed me wearing much shorter, more revealing things on numerous occasions in the past thus I do not see what the problem is with this one. Mother do tell him." My mother, who was most probably only on her second glass of champagne and already looked somewhat on her way to becoming drunk said "Oh Harold it's fine. You wouldn't complain if it was me in it! Gabrielle I may borrow it from you some time it's rather nice!" She then turned to the other two ladies sat around the table who also agreed with her, I then turned to them and said, in french, "Please excuse my father. At times he can be rather protective of his little princess here. I'm sure that you'll agree that this dress sends out the message of a female who is fashionable and has a figure worth being proud of, not that of a lady with a great desire for promiscuous intercourse" they both laughed and one replied "Well even if the latter were true then not to worry, you're young! Enjoy it before you have to settle down and have to come out for drinks with other couples like us six" she then covered her mouth and whispered "If only they knew what you really got up to." I laughed (as did Gabrielle, although she had no idea what I was laughing at) and looked at my mother who was sat nodding her head as though she was fully aware of what was being said in the conversation, although the reality was quite the opposite. Gabrielle and I said good evening and left the bar. As we walked away the lady who I had previously been speaking to said "Happy Birthday for Thursday Kyle" I thanked her and then in French she said "And have a good time" accompanied by a wink haha. If only my mother shared her persona!</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We had a marvellous night out in Paris although I had to put up with one of Gabrielle's tantrums as she couldn't understand anything we were all saying. As a result we all ended up speaking in English for her benefit. Gabrielle and I both went back to the hotel with people, me with someone I know from a previous time and Gabrielle a friend of his. Whilst we ascended in the lift the man she was with was kissing and groping her. I was sickened as you can imagine and moved his hand from Gabrielle's behind, seconds later he replaced it and, yet again, I removed it however held it against the side of the lift. Once we were in the room they could do as they pleased. Just not in my presence... Writing this, I have just realised I may be turning into my father. Heaven forbid haha! </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In the morning Gabrielle, my mother and I went shopping whilst my father worked and then post midday the three of us went our separate ways to meet friends for lunch. That evening each of us donned newly purchased outfits, me in a Dolce & Gabbana suit, my father in Gucci, Gabrielle wore a dress which my mother spent two thousand pounds on from Nathan Jenden for a work dinner along with tights and a pair of black and metallic Alexander McQueen booties I had witnessed her wear before, my mother wore a new floor length black dress from Diane Von Furstenberg with a Bottega Vanetta clutch and a gold necklace from Tiffany which featured many diamond leaves on. The meal was splendid and throughout I had been receiving messages requesting me to go out. I asked Gabrielle who also wanted to go out and thus we did so. My parents warned prior to leaving "We're flying to St. Tropez at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning so it shall be an early start. Not too late this evening!" The night club was marvellous when we arrived and everyone was already rather intoxicated. Gabrielle was with friends from ballet and I didn't see her for the majority of the night. When the time came to leave I telephoned The Ritz and had them get a car to come and collect us. It arrived rather quickly and me, along with Jean (who I have slept with on my last couple of visits to Paris) and Louis (a new addition to the Blackbook) went back to my suite - it was my birthday the following day. I deserved a treat haha. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I don't believe I went to sleep until post 4 o'clock that evening and at 6 Gabrielle came charging into my room and bellowed "Kyle, get up!" I immediately shot up in bed and she said "Mum and Dad are here... Crap! Crap! Crap!" I looked to either side of me, to see two sleeping men who were quite obviously naked along with the selection of condoms which was on the side table. I looked back at Gabrielle's horror stricken face and she shouted "UP!" I jumped out of bed and woke Jean and Louis up and told them to begin getting ready. Meanwhile I could hear my mother shouting "Gabrielle what on earth are you doing, I can hear you charging around from out here." She shouted back "Hiding Kyle's present..." She then charged back into the room and said "There's no hope Kyle.. I'm hiding!" Then the door began to open and I heard my mother say "Oh thank you for that dear.. Gabrielle where are you?" Both of our faces dropped and I was oblivious to the fact that there were two men stood in their underwear in my room. I pushed Gabrielle out of the door and as I did so my mother came around the corner with a huge smile spread accross her face I saw it drop a little however immediately slammed the door. Less than a second later there was the sound of heels as she approached and opened the door she said "Hap-pppyyy Biirtthhdayyy" whilst she tried to maintain a smile whilst looking at the two men stood in underwear, obviously flirting with one another. Just to make matters worse, as we stood there in silence there was the sound of a yawn and out came the person who Gabrielle had slept with wearing nothing but an open dressing gown, upon seeing him my mother said "Oh my life! Kyle dear, I will wait for you in the sitting room..." The smile she gave whilst delivering that sentance was forced and failed at hiding the gritted teeth haha. As soon as she closed the door I heard her say "Gabrielle what on earth! This is absurd. We are in The Ritz, not the red light district in Amsterdam. You treat this suite as though it's some kind of Brothel! Imagine what the staff here think of us. Never mind the fact that they most probably think you two are a pair of promiscuous low class citizens but they are aware of the fact that you are our children. How does that reflect on us?" I was dying on the other side of the door but a nervous laugh seemed to erupt, she continued "You're making a mockery of this family name! Harold!" My father then said "Gabrielle I want him out within the next two minutes or I shall remove him. See to it immediately!" The telephone in my bedroom began to ring and I answered to hear Gabrielle whispering "Oh my god! I have just received a rather large verbal discipline from mother" I told her I had heard and for her to get rid of her male and meet me in the sitting room. I put on some tracksuit bottoms and opened the door, instructing my two male friends to leave. Gabrielle walked out of her bedroom a moment or so after me and thus all of the men left at the same time. As I entered the sitting room my mother looked as though steam was coming out of her ears through fury but forced a smile when I walked in and said "Happy Birthday darling!" and kissed me on either cheek. My father did likewise and we all sat. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I was given all of the usual wrapped gifts, jewellery, clothing etc. Then Gabrielle handed me a small box I knew by now to be a set of keys. I opened it and saw the signature winged B meaning none other than a Bentley! I hugged her and told her thank you and she replied "It's outside..." I erupted with excitement and ran into the bedroom and threw on a leather jacket then along with my parents and Gabrielle went downstairs to the lobby (where everyone happened to know it was my birthday) and outside to the new model Bentley Supersports in a dark sapphire blue colour. I was in love! I hugged Gabrielle yet again and got inside. My parents came around to the passenger window and said "look in the glove compartment Kyle." I opened it and yet again there was another small box. Once opened there was a key attached to a Louis Vuitton key ring. My face lit up. My father told me "the destination is already in the satellite navigation. We'll follow you." My father raised his hand to a man and a Mercedes pulled up behind us and Gabrielle got into the passenger seat. Thinking back, we must have looked foul. We had both only been up a matter of minutes, I was wearing tracksuit bottoms, no top and a leather jacket and sunglasses whilst Gabrielle was wearing black leggins, some flat Jimmy Choo boots, no top and a long Rick Owens cardigan which, if she didn't hold together, displayed the lacey corset she had put on along with a pair of sunglasses. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As we drove to the unknown destination I was being directed to Gabrielle said "Do you like the colour? When I saw it in the show room I simply fell in love!" I told her I adored it and she said "What's more I got the best specification I could to ensure I didn't get anything wrong!" I was becoming increasingly excited as we neared The Louvre and then turned onto the Rue de Rivoli and arrived at my destination. I parked my car at the allocated space and my parents did likewise beside me. We entered the lobby and took the lift to the seventh floor and entered through a double door into a large, wooden floored entrance hall. Coming off the entrance hall was a large dining room with a foul dining table and beyeux tapestry style rug (which would be going immediately) my mother said "Oh do excuse those repulsive things. They're antique and could not just be disposed of as I wished... Unfortunately. Someone is collecting them today." Coming off that was a kitchen (which would never be used.) Back through the dining room there was a bar in a drawing room, followed by an exceptionally large sitting room. When I entered the sitting room I looked past the disgusting curatins at the view. Oh my goodness. It was this which made the fantastic apartment! I was directly opposite the Tuillery Gardens and could see and unobscured view of the Eiffel tower.. It was amazing! I continued touring the apartment to find three bedrooms, three bathrooms and staff quarters along with a laundry room. I adored it! I hugged both of them and my mother said "I do apologise for the complete lack of furnishings and decor however I know that you are very particular and thus I thought I'd leave it to you. The interior designer from London will be flying over on the 29th so you will be required to return from your birthday celebrations then unfortunately..." I could not wait! I explored the apartment once more and thought about how I'd want it. After a short while my father suggested we went back to The Ritz for some breakfast prior to our departure from Paris. What's more Gabrielle and I had forgotten our phones so I was dreading the great task of replying to the messages I'd have received. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Once back at the hotel I had the car parked and went upstairs to put on a t-shirt before joining my parents for breakfast. The sheer dread of looking at my phone was more than justified - 41 messages, 23 missed calls. Marvellous. The majority of the messages were to tell me Happy Birthday whilst others said that however with the additional tag line of </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I didn't get my invite... Where abouts in St. Tropez is the party? </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">These were mostly from numbers I didn't know or people I didn't particularly like. Some men sent me rather sexual images of themselves saying Happy Birthday which was quite pleasant haha. Kelly had messaged saying </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Birthday Kyle. Notice I didn't put happy - I hope it's not. My life is now accepting and rejecting people with regards to your party Kyle. I get phone calls, people on my IM, messages by the minute. I am going to go insane! Ring me.. I was joking by the way. I hope you do have a happy morning and needless to say you will be happy... I planned it! xx </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Elliot phoned me at that point and asked about my gifts etc. and then said he'd see me in St. Tropez this morning. I asked him whether his parents were coming and he said "No, why?" I told him to inform them that they were welcome to - I had this petrifying feeling that my parents would be sat alone and watching me amongst the many men. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Breakfast was a little pointless as it turned into an opportunity for me to sit and reply to messages as they came. Gabrielle was also receiving messages saying </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Is there any chance I can come to Kyle's party tonight? </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I messaged a few French friends to check that they were coming, some couldn't make it, some were already there and some were going that afternoon. Gabrielle and I went upstairs to collect together the majority of our luggage shortly after breakfast. The majority of mine was still packed from when we arrived here, however Gabrielle was quite a different matter. As usual her clothes littered the suite and new clothes were still in their shopping bags all over the dining table. My friend Elle from school messaged me to say </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Happy Birthday. I received my invite however I'm going to be unable to make it.. I can't get a flight! I tried using my status at work to acquire a jet but it's not working. Sorry. I'm devastated! Have a marvellous time! </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I immediately phoned her and said "Elle you are coming to this party dear. You can fly with me. Where are you?" she told me she was at home so I replied "I shall be leaving in five minutes to come and collect you. Pack your things!" she said "Shit!" and immediately put the phone down. I left it ten minutes before I left as I had intentions of doing all along. Telling her five merely rushes her and ensures she'll be ready in ten. When I arrived outside her doorman came out wheeling two cases, then went back and came out carrying a further three. Elle then came outside wheeling yet another and carrying a holdall and a handbag. The doorman followed with a dress bag from Dior. she go into the car and said "Oh la la... Nice car Kyle! Who was this from?" I told her it was from my sister and she said "She always had amazing taste! I haven't seen her for such a long time. How is she?" I told her she was at The Ritz and suddenly became somewhat giddy. Elle, as well as others, used to come and stay with us sometimes during school holidays and I'd do likewise with her thus my parents have known her since the age of eleven.</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Five minutes or so after arriving at The Ritz we took chauffeurs to the airport and endured a short, dreadful flight to St. Tropez. Throughout the journey my mother was talking to Elle about how she was etc. When we were in school Elle used to aspire to be a Fashion Journalist and work freelance, selling her stories to Vogue and Harpers Bazaar. Upon finishing University with an English degree and a postgraduate in fashion journalism, Elle made use of her contacts and acquired a job within publishing at Vogue and worked her way up through the company. She ended up working closely with Carine Roitfeld (current editor) before leaving her position a couple of years ago and taking a job within Chanel. Now her focous is managing Advertising and Styling for the brand.</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When we arrived we took the various chauffeurs directly to the harbour where, just like last year, there was an enormous yacht awaiting us. Only this one was a lot more impressive than last year's Alysia. My jaw dropped at the fact that this </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ship</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> was for me! </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I got out of the car into the scorching heat and ran over to my parents and hugged them with great excitement. My father said "We're currently in possession of it and have had it available for charter, a few people are interested in purchasing it, however for the time being it is none other than ours. Evident from the name." I turned back to the yacht to see K.McQ written on the side. My mother then added "I didn't think you'd take a great liking to sailing on a boat which went by the name of 'Lauren L' so we changed it." The crew approached to collect the luggage and Elle, Gabrielle, my parents and I went aboard. It was huge! My first thought was "It's like a floating four seasons" before realising that in fact it was better! I took the time to explore whilst the captain of the ship informed me that there was several speed boats on board, five jet skis, water skiing, banana boats, beauty salons, bars... Furthermore he informed me of the the fact that it sleeps forty in twenty double bedrooms! This was most certainly </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> best yacht I had ever been on and I have been aboard the Onassis family's yacht. Whilst on the third deck outside the captain received a message on his earpiece and he asked us to go inside. I asked why and he replied "I am told some of your friends are arriving." I wasn't really paying all that much attention to his comment and went up to the fourth deck and back outside to explore once more. Out of nowhere there was this horrendous noise followed by a tremendous wind then a helicopter descended into view haha. Once it had landed on the helipad at the front of the boat Elliot, his brother (and girlfriend) and his parents got out along with Kayleigh. They all shouted up to me and went downstairs again to greet them all. The captain advised us all to go inside as the helicopter would be leaving again so that another could arrive. Elliot said hello and then asked where my bedroom was. I replied "Elliot, not now. Both of our parents are here. Let's just respite for a while first." Kelly then walked into the room dressed in a Maxi dress and sunglasses, she put down the phone and said "I do apologise, I had no idea you had arrived! I've been in my room" My mother meanwhile was inviting Elliot's mum to go and get a cocktail out on deck whilst my father talked to his dad about going to the Grand Prix just three days later. My father phoned someone to arrange tickets and then came over to Kayleigh and put his arm around her and she said "What can I do for you Haz?" he replied "Well, seeing as you have an undeniable attraction towards me I was rather hoping to would work in my favour..." she said "What do you want?" he replied "Is there any chance you could get me a hotel room at that fabulous hotel your parents own?" She replied "Well that's a little vague. They own a few Haz. Which one?" He replied "Monte Carlo..." with a monotone voice and an expressionless face she looked at him and said "... For this weekend?" he winced and nodded then she took out her phone and said "You are awkward! Is it just the one room you require?" He replied yes and then said "Elliot's father and I don't mind sharing a room... Don't worry now children, we shan't be taking a leaf out of Kyle and Elliot's books!" Kelly made a minor orgasmic noise whilst Gabrielle said "Father please!" I said "Completely unnecessary comment..." and Elliot's father merely laughed. My father replied "Well Kelly seemed to be quite fond of the prospect. You look somewhat weak in the knees there darling. Why don't you take a seat?" I then said "Well I would quite like to watch The Grand Prix too, can we not just take the yacht?" My father approached me, grabbed my face and said "What a spiffing idea Kyle!" Kissed me on the forehead then declared "We shall!" </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I went and changed and met the others out on the sunbathing deck. Lee, Chloe and a few other people had now arrived on the boat too. I asked Kelly what the arrangements were for sleeping etc. and she told me "Well, close friends and family are the only ones who shall be residing on the ship. That includes us, Ellie and Sam when they arrive, your parents and a couple of their friends who are coming, Elliot's family, my parents when they arrive, Kayleigh's parents are at their Villa here and are staying on the ship so that they don't miss out on the fun and merely a few more from London and New York. I imagine there will be a couple of spare rooms however not many." She then recieved a message and said "Ah, some will be arriving shortly. A jet has just landed at the airport." I enquired about this and she said "Kyle, your parents chartered six jets to ensure people got here. Two from London, two from Los Angeles, one from New York and one from Paris! I'm not talking rubbish light weight jets, I'm talking ultra long range jets regardless of how far their journey was." Her phone then began to ring meaning our conversation was over haha. Once she had finished on the phone she said "I suggest you go and get a t-shirt.. We're going to Nikki Beach." I went to my suite to get a plain t-shirt and put on a watch whilst also getting my wallet. By the time I had got outside there was another helicopter which had landed and my father's speed boat which Gabrielle and I got him as a gift for Christmas was parked beside the yacht. I refused to go in the helicopter to Nikki beach so I got into the speed boat with Gabrielle, Kelly, my parents and Elliot's father whilst the remaining people went by air. Getting into the wretched speed boat was an ordeal in itself however we managed it. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All of us were sat in the sitting area underneath a glass roof at the front of the boat. My father then got onboard shirtless and asked whether anyone wanted to help him drive it. Gabrielle, myself and Kelly said that we would join him then he added "I haven't driven this yet so I apologise in advance if I kill us all." My mother exclaimed "Harold! Don't say such things!" He left the interior compartment and the three of us followed. We were going at a steady speed past the yacht and out of the harbour. It was an incredibly nice boat called XSR48 Superboat and is faster than a Ferrari thus I knew that his rapid acceleration was coming. He said "Kyle, how do I turn this music up?" I turned it to its fullest and then he let out a great "Wooo!" and pulled the acceleration lever right back. Oh my. It was faster than a Ferrari, or my father's Bugatti at that. And an awful lot more of a bumpy ride. My father went over some wakes at one point and the boat was flying off the water and crashing down. Gabrielle was doing likewise in her seat. None of us other than my father had put our seatbelts on for some reason - they were aeroplane style seats with straps over both shoulders. I could hear Gabrielle and Kelly screaming behind me and turned very slowly so I didn't fly out of my seat to see Gabrielle with her legs in splits, one against the wall and one against Kelly's seat. There was another wake and Gabrielle flew a few feet out of her seat, came crashing back down and her sunglasses flew off. She was crying! Haha. I did all I could to pull myself forward and tap my father on the shoulder. He turned and said "Oh Christ" and slowed to a stop. Then he said "What on earth are you crying for?" She said "I thought I was about to die.. Jesus Christ! This thing is a death trap! I'm going inside!" My father replied "Well when in fast moving vehicles and you don't have your seat belt done there usually is risk of death. Kelly will you be remaining here?" She replied "Yes of course! It's like being on a roller coaster! Go Haz go!" Haha. I fastened my seat belt in record time and we accelerated once more. We remained at a constant, rapid speed for the rest of the journey until we finally found our way to Nikki Beach. once we had parked the yacht and made our way to the beach we went in and I was surprised by how many people I knew who were there. I presumed it was merely where everyone had come to spend the afternoon prior to my party. That was until the voice of Dj Coleman was audible and he said "Ladies and Gentlemen Kyle McQuillan has arrived!" I looked at Kelly and said "What the hell is going on?" she laughed and said "Kyle, this is the pre-party!!" As she said it the music started and everyone cheered a little haha. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was apparent once I began walking around that the exclusive members only beach had been closed that day to host my pre-party however this made no difference what so ever. The clientele were still glamourous, spending thousands on champagne and cocktails, a vast amount of the girls were either supermodels, resembled them or had breast implants, whilst wearing heels with bikinis and costumes. Everywhere I went there was someone to talk to or I was thrust a drink which I gulped when I was given my next. Yes, as you can imagine, before I knew it I was drunk. Gabrielle was on the beach messing around with some friends from dancing, getting herself thrown in the air etc. (as you do) whilst the rest of my friends were socialising whilst drinking. Ellie was lay on a sun lounger with a group of girls surrounding her and her now rather large bump. I went over and asked how she was and she replied "Exhausted. I wish she'd hurry up! Three more months left. How are you dear? Have you had a good day so far?" We had a little catch up and then she said "I always feel awful not buying you a present but there is nothing I could possibly think of buying you" I replied "Oh Ellie don't be so absurd! Not many of my friends have purchased me gifts and I believe my parents struggled. Have a nice afternoon dear, I'll see you in a short while." As the afternoon went on the amount of females on the beach seemed to become less and less. A couple of helicopters had landed nearby and I presumed they would be taking people to places so that they could begin getting ready. My father came over to me at five o'clock and said "Let me know when you wish to leave Kyle and I shall inform the others." I told him I was ready now and he went and got Sam, Elliot, Elliot's brother, Elliot's father and Lee and together we walked to where the boat was. My father came over to me and asked why I wished to leave so early, I replied "Well I need a sleep prior to going out this evening. I was up until gone 4 o'clock last night" I realised what I had just said then added "... Packing." My father laughed and said "Nick" (Elliot's father) "you may be interested in hearing the latest excuse.. Kyle here claims that he was up until 4 am packing this morning" he too laughed and then said "Almost as good an excuse of Gabrielle's with the bellboy helping her deliver her luggage three days post check-in haha." My father put his arm around me and said "I do believe someone's forgetting that your mother witnessed the two practically naked men in your bedroom this morning young one..." I was mortified haha. Once back on the boat I ensured I strapped myself in tightly and my father accelerated fully, showing off his new toy in front of all of the men. That, however came at a price. I have never felt so nauseous in all my entire life. We seemed to be flying into the air and crashing down every two seconds - it was horrendous! When we finally arrived at the yacht again Elliot's father said to Elliot "You and that brother of yours ought to follow in Gabrielle and Kyle's footsteps and purchase your father gifts like these for Christmas! I do say..." My father turned around and looked at me then said "My goodness.. Someone doesn't look well haha. Would you like me to carry you?" I didn't say anything and just sat there then my father came and picked me up like a baby and carried me onto the yacht. As he walked with me in his arms he said "Twenty two years ago now I would have been feeling like the happiest chap alive... Regardless of the fact that I had listened to your mother scream for the past 20 hours and then listened to you scream in my arms. You were my little boy and I could have listened to that great racket for hours on end.." He sat down with me and I said "Father... I feel sick. This story is making me feel even more so." </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The next thing I remember is waking up to my mother with rollers in her hair who shook me and said "Kyle my love.. It's seven o'clock. We need to be there for nine. I think you ought to get ready." I was under the illusion that I was asleep on an armchair however when I sat up I relised I had been asleep on my father who was also asleep. I got up and asked one of the members of the crew to make me a Panini and bring me some bottles of water to the salon. I made my way through the various decks until I eventually found the beauty salon where I went for a wax, a mini facial and a haircut. Whilst I was having my hair done I was seated next to Gabrielle who was having her extensions tightened, nails done and eye lash extensions applied all at the same time. Ellie was also in there along with Kayleigh's mother and a friend from Beverly Hills, Claudine. I took the time to eat my panini and drink the water which had been brought to me as I would inevitably be drinking again in a short while. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Once I was finished in the salon I went upstairs to change. I had purchased several new outfits for the occasion yet was clueless with regards to which one to wear. As soon as I got out the suit from Prada I decided against it and then tried on the satin pants I had purchased from Chanel. They were rather nice and so I put them to one side and then tried on the outfit I had required at Jean Paul Gaultier whilst in Paris. It consisted of slim fitting, grey tailored pants with a fine brown (or there abouts) pinstripe, wrapping around each leg of the pants were braces made from the same material as the pants adding edgy detailing. I put it on with a plain white shirt from D&G and a pair of brown gloves I had purchased whilst in Jean Paul Gaultier but used my contacts to have them made into fingerless driving gloves. I had also purchased an Ascot/necktie which I initially planned to wear with the outfit however, now it was I felt it wasn't required. At that point my father came into my room (without knocking) and said "I need some shoes Kyle..." I said "Father, I could have been naked then. Could you please knock in future" he replied "Kyle, seeing you naked is the least of my worries, it's seeing you... Never mind." I said "Could you not just wear your own" he replied "They're all a little boring and besides, all of yours have been bought by me" I said "Hate you" and he replied "I'll cancel your card then" to which I said "Love you Dad." Evidently he had the trunk which I had brought, consisting of none other than shoes as he said "Christ.. Have you brought enough?" I replied "No, that's why there's shopping bags from Gucci, Louis Vuitton and Prada in there too filled with shoe boxes. Gabrielle then came running in, stressed, and said "Kyle, oh you look nice.. Can you fasten my dress please" She was wearing a dress which she purchased in Paris from Emanuel Ungaro. It was an asymmetric one shouldered dress in black with layers of asymmetric ruffled material throughout which cost a mere fortune. As I zipped her in my father came out of the wardrobe and said "Kyle, which do you prefer, the Chanel or Prada pair? Oh that dress is lovely Gabrielle" As I told my father I preferred the Chanel shoes the deafening sound of a helicopter filled the room, then before I had chance to zip Gabrielle's dress she had dived on the floor in a ball. Kelly came in bellowing "Kyle! Where's Ga-" She looked at her on the floor in the way that my father and I were looking at one another and said "What the bloody hell is she doing?" I said "Gabrielle what are you doing?" The sound got louder and she pulled herself up off the floor, coughed, brushed herself down and said "I thought it was an avalanche. Where were we?" There was a short pause in the room as none of us could believe what she had just said and then my father, Kelly and myself erupted with laughter. Gabrielle was not amused haha. When my father finally got his breath back he said "An avalanche Gabrielle? We're not in Aspen" she looked at him confused and then said "Oh.. I meant a land slide" Again we all burst out laughing and she just stood and said "Oh haha, highly amusing." I finally zipped her in and she said "Ouch" then lowered her arms and began waddling around the room. My father said "What on earth are you doing?" she replied "This dress is sharp and is ripping me to shreds as we speak." Kelly and Gabrielle left the room to go go and look for a bag and as they entered the hallway Gabrielle screamed and ran in the opposite direction. I looked at my father in confusion and then my mother walked in with Camilla (Al Fayed.) I let out a male equivalent of Gabrielle's scream and ran to hug her. As always she looked amazing, this time wearing an asymmetric hemline floor length gown, my mother commented on it and said "That's the Nina Ricci dress is it not?" Camilla replied "Yes it is" my mother replied "I saw it the other day but seeing as it was four thousand pounds I thought I would postpone my purchase until I was alone" she glanced at my father and then laughed, Camilla replied "Well feel free to take this one tomorrow. I will only wear it once and I imagine you will do likewise so just send it back once you have worn it and I will add it to my ever expanding collection which awaits my child" my mother refused as always and then Camilla said "My preparation today has been somewhat peculiar. I had my hair curled whilst in the lounge at Heathrow and then boarded the jet along with a minor entourage from Harrods, consisting of a makeup artist, hairdresser and seamstress. Whilst in flight I had my makeup applied, hair put up and my dress put on haha. Oh here you go Kyle. It isn't much as you are more or less impossible to purchase gifts for but I couldn't show up with nothing." I opened a card in which it said </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dear Kyle, Happy Birthday and I sincerly hope you have an excellent day. Upon your return to London relax in Harrods' spa with friends which will be closed to the public and then treat yourself to out of hours shopping at a time which suits you best where you can spend the money on the gift card in the envelope. Personal Shoppers and Stylists will be available to assist you. Enjoy... With love Camilla and the rest of the Al Fayed family xx</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> I hugged her and said "Oh Camilla you shouldn't have!" I put on a pair of Tom Ford shoes and the pair of us left the room to go to the bar. She asked where my party was being held however that was a question I could not answer... I had no idea. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Gradually more and more people came out onto the deck sporting spectacular outfits. Kayleigh's mother was wearing a feather embellished Oscar de la Renta dress, Kelly was wearing a metallic Zac Posen one shouldered dress, Ellie was wearing a grey maxi dress which skimmed her bump, Kayleigh in a pink ruffled Marchesa mini dress, Elliot's mother in an abstract floral dress from Christian Lacroix and my mother was in another Nathan Jenden dress, this one was tight fitting with origami ruffle things down the centre. When she came outside Lee and a few other men watched as she walked up and then continued to watch her as she passed them. My father approached her and grabbed her behind then kissed her, he then looked at Lee, Jack, David and the rest of them and said "I do say gentlemen, legs like a race horse" and winked haha. A member of the crew then came and took pictures of us all before Kelly bellowed "The cars have arrived ladies and gentlemen! Kyle you're going last with Elliot and I." It was now quarter to ten - we were supposed to be there for nine but when it is my party, I am not late - everyone else is merely early. Camilla went in a car with Kayleigh's mother and Elle - a former worker for Vogue France and current worker for Chanel along with a senior worker for Conde Nast and a girl whom has designers at her beckon call and the famous department store Harrods at her disposal... Good combination! Once everyone was in the cars which were in a line in front of us I got into the one at the rear along with Elliot and Kelly. We then made a very slow journey past the staring pedestrians to a location which we could have walked to within five minutes. That said, arriving on foot doesn't quite have the same effect. As soon as we pulled up I became overcome with excitement as the location of my party was apparent: Vip Room! The chain has additional clubs in Paris and Cannes in addition to this one, it is the venue which hosted P.Diddy's birthday a year or so ago and also where Karl Largerfeld and friends spent an evening. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As we sat in the car waiting to pull up a few of my friends were walking in down the street to the club, at the sight of them Kelly said "Thank goodness I spent two thousand pounds on a dress... Can you imagine how many people are going to be wearing Herve Leger this evening!" As we got closer to the nightclub there was a vast amount of tourists stood either side of the red carpet and velvet ropes which were manned by rather large doormen taking pictures of the people who were arriving. Most probably hoping for the sight of a celebrity. When I finally got out of the car some idiotic man successfully diminished my buzz by shouting me saying "Kyle, tell them to let me in!" He was good looking but nothing particularly special, I replied "Do I know you?" and he said "Yes, we slept together at New Year!" I replied "Well, if I was to grant access to everyone who I had slept with in the past then this venue would be nowhere near adequately sized so unfortunately, if you're not on the guest list. You are not coming in." I could hear some of the tourists saying to one another "Who is he?" or words to similar effect and then I said to the doorman (in french) "If any one tells you they know my through sexual relations then it's an immediate no. If there is any other excuse then ask them to send me a message - if they have my number then chances are they know me." </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As I walked in Dj Coleman was in control of the microphone and music once more and informed everyone of my entrance then started the music. It was packed! Those who I hadn't seen earlier today gave me various gifts etc. and others gave me drinks. Every time I passed the bar I was handed at least three glasses of some various concoction so as you can imagine I was rather drunk. At around one o'clock Kelly was stood in the middle of the room with a microphone and said "Ladies and Gentlemen I would just like to thank everyone for coming this evening and making this celebration a great success for Kyle." I made my way to where she was as I knew it was my turn and jumped onto the thing she was stood on, she continued "Although it has become a somewhat burden with my non-stop phone calls and text messages it was worth it to see an esteemed friend of ours have an enjoyable day... You may thank me later dear!" Someone in the crowd shouted "We can all guess how!" then a large group of them let out a great "Wooo" ... I purposely ignored my parents haha. I was then passed the microphone and someone shouted "Strip!" I replied "No I shan't strip" then my friend Adam from Miami shouted "Boo!" and my father bellowed "Go on Kyle, strip!" and girl shouted "You too please Haz!" and a vast amount of girls clinked their glasses and laughed. I then said "Moving on.. Due to being somewhat intoxicated I am merely going to echo what Kelly said and thank you all for coming. I would like to give special thanks to Kelly for taking on the stressful task of planning this and making it such a success and furthermore my parents, without whom" another person with an L.A accent (I couldn't see a thing) shouted "without their fortune more like" I smiled and said "well yes, I do suppose that helped, however without whom this could not have been executed. What's more thank you for my gifts which you have given me, none of which I know the whereabouts of but nevertheless. The only thing I do believe is left to say is someone by me another glass of Krug or Dom Perignon and enjoy!" I passed the microphone back to Coleman who then said "I would just like to say that seeing as it is our dear friend Kyle's birthday I think we ought to respect his ways and follow his tradition. Ladies and Gentlemen I insist that nobody leaves alone tonight, that my friends is a rule Kyle always lives by" I was still stood on the table thing laughing and then I was thrown a pair of breifs, a pair of boxers and a bra haha. When I walked around Lee shouted me to where he was sat and said "Kyle! Come here! I thought I would be the good friend that I am and purchase you these. Do not ask what they are, just do them with me." There was a line of six shots on one side of the table and another six on the other, he asked "Are you ready?" and I drank them one by one, burning my throat whilst doing so. When I had finished the last one I said "Oh my life Lee!" he was sat with a group of girls so I leant over the table, grabbed his head and kissed him (when I say kiss I refer to tongues) thus as you can imagine the girls were somewhat confused. When I stopped he grabbed my head and said "Why do you insist upon doing that?" I replied "I have no idea. There's something about you because you're straight. Have a good night!" I passed someone else and was given a cocktail which I walked a short distance with and gave to someone else. I then went upstairs and saw my mother who shouted me and said "Let your mother buy you a drink on your birthday!" I laughed and said "If you insist however, I have no doubt I will get three whilst making our way there." As we walked to the bar I was given one glass of wine which I gave away and then when we arrived at the bar people offered to buy them for me again. Friends of mine Garett and Matt - both top models in New York shouted down the bar "Kyle, is that your mum?" I told them it was and they made their way through the crowd and stood beside us then said "Woah.. She's fitter than everyone says!" My face dropped and my mother, a little drunk, audibly inhaled then said "You're on that clicking advert aren't you!" he replied "I am, for Paco Rabanne. You'll also see me fairly frequently if you flick through the pages of GQ" he winked and then Garett said "And I Miss McQuillan am an underwear model for Calvin Klein" my mother said "Oh well isn't that excellent! However I am married so as impressive as you both are.." My father then arrived at the bar, oblivious to the fact that we were there, with model Anja Rubik and Marisa Miller in addition to my friend Lucie and Kelly, he was laughing and said "What can I get you girls?" In the meantime Mat had shouted some other men over who shook my mother's hand and kissed her cheek saying "It is a pleasure to finally meet you" then looked her up and down. My mother who had noticed my father said "What can I buy you boys?" one of them asked for beer however my mother merely rolled her eyes, caught the attention of a bar tender and said "Six large shots of your most expensive tequila please and add it onto what he's purchasing" The man got the drinks she had requested and my father was informed of my mother's purchase, she raised her glass to him and then turned to the rest of us and said "Gentlemen" raised her glass and then 'knocked it back' as they say. Gabrielle then appeared and dragged my mother through the crowd to the dance floor leaving me stood with the men watching her behind as she walked away. Mat turned to me and said "Kyle your mum is fucking hot! People have been asking me all night if I'd seen her yet but I was not expecting that! Is that your Dad?" I told him it was and he replied "Shit! He's hotter than you! I'm straight but he could turn me!" I was sickened and then Chris who was stood with us said "Imagine what they're sex must be like!" I then said "This conversation is repulsing me somewhat so I am leaving. Have a nice night!" As I made my way around the room I was kissed several times by people who just grabbed my head and put their tongue's into my mouth. Pleasant I know, however half of the time I didn't get chance to see who it was, never mind have chance to prevent it!</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When I went to the powder room three of the cubicles were occupied by couples either about to, or already, having sex. Classy! The amusing thing is that every couple that I walked in on had a conversation with me haha. When I returned to the club it was almost three o'clock and was pushed against a wall kissed and groped then he whispered "You're leaving with me this evening" if the kiss was insight into his talent in the bedroom then I simply could not refuse and when he stood back I realised that it was a friend of Elliot's from Figure skating, he was wearing a cardigan with a pair of tailored pants i.e. displaying a phenomenal torso plus he has danced with Gabrielle before now, practising arabesques etc. thus good legs were probable. I went and joined Kelly, Marisa, Gabrielle and Kayleigh on the dance floor . My mother wasn't far away dancing with Kayleigh and Elliot's mum... The rest of the night becomes a somewhat blur haha. I had no longing to leave despite the thinning crowd. At one point Gabrielle joined a friend who dances in New York and their dancing turned into a contest which was announced by Coleman. Everyone stood round in a circle and Gabrielle removed her Miu Miu glittered platforms and kicked them to the side. Dj coleman changed the music accordingly and the girls laughed whilst they attempted to out do one another dancing. They were leaping whilst kicking their heads from behind, dropping into splits and then Gabrielle leaped, landed and ran at Ellliot who caught her and held her over her head in some peculiar position, her friend Holly returned with a provocative dance before dropping into splits then lifting her back leg to touch her head to finish. Gabrielle then performed a few moves then stood on one leg and began to spin, she was spinning at first with her other leg extended in front of her and did so for quite a while and then she brought her leg in and picked up great velocity, bent her knees whilst still spinning, straightened back up and then brought her non supporting leg behind her and finished her spin in Arabesque. Holly didn't attempt to out do her and just clapped haha. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At one point the man whom claims the title of being my one and only boyfriend, Stephen came over to me. We were involved in a relationship which lasted a whole day and a half in which time I managed to cheat on him twice. We have slept together since when I was in Los Angeles a couple of weeks ago - he had a boyfriend at that point and I was the cause of their separation... Oh well. It was certainly worth it (in his view too although he won't admit it.) My mother noticed him before I did and hugged him (evidently remembering him - something which would not work in my favour haha.) He began dancing with me and then kissed me on my neck from behind then whispered "Who are you leaving with this evening?" I replied "A figure skater who boasts an amazing physique... Care to join us?" He replied "An offer I can't refuse, of course!" </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When five o'clock arrived I asked if people were ready to leave. Evident from the fact most had now stopped dancing and were sat with prospective partners for the evening. I went and found my figure skater, Brad, and took him to where I was sat with Elliot, Adam (who he was going back with) and introduced him to Stephen. He was impressed, yet that said, you couldn't not be... He promotes and models for Aussie Bum! I left along with Kelly, Elliot and Kayleigh and the people whom they had selected to sleep with. We decided to walk back to the Yacht however about two minutes into it, walking wasn't going all that well for me. It seems the fresh air had made me become somewhat more drunk and I was stumbling every two seconds. As we walked Gabrielle came running off a random yacht in the marina shouting my name to catch up with us. When I asked who's yacht she had been on she replied "Oh I don't know.. They wanted a picture with me because they thought I was 'fit.' Ugh! Look everyone!" She pulled up the bottom of her dress to reveal red scratches all over her thighs and then said "It's this wretched dress, it is so painful! Plus, I don't really think my dance off helped..." There was a doorman on the yacht to ensure random people weren't just walking on haha. I think I had possibly </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> best night's sex ever that night! It was mind-blowingly phenomenal! </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In the morning I woke up lying diagonal across the bed with my head on Brad's stomach and sat up to experience dehydration, a spinning room and an awful headache. It was 10 o'clock and we were out of the marina at sea. I remembered looking at the clock and it being six o'clock thus I hadn't had all that much sleep. I got out of bed and put on a pair of shorts, brushed my teeth then put on some sunglasses and went out onto the sunbathing deck where I went back to sleep. I woke again three hours later to see all of my friends sat around me not looking all that lively. I had a minor conversation, got another drink and went back to sleep. The next time I woke up was at 4 o'clock when Stephen told me he was leaving. Everyone dined on the yacht that night and the crew prepared a lovely meal for all of the passengers. I then joined my parents in one of the sitting rooms along with Kayleigh and her mother. My mother asked me "What ever happened to Stephen Kyle? You were such good friends at one point." I replied "Well we became an item and I had commitment issues and it didn't really end all that pleasantly" my mother said "Oh, and was this a long term relationship?" Notice how she knows nothing of any relationship I have ever had haha. I replied "... Two days" she continued "And you were unfaithful in that short amount of time? Harold this boy needs help!" I excused myself before I got myself admitted to rehab for a sexual addiction haha. I went to bed early that night going into Kelly's room when I woke in the morning. Upon my entrance to her suite she was up, walking around the room in suspenders along with matching knickers and bra she said "Oh, excellent timing. You may thank me for your fantastic party now..." Need I say it? We had sex. About an hour later when we were still having a rather pleasant time there was a knock on the door and we both stopped dead. Then her mother said "Kelly dear, may I come in. I need that Louis Vuitton clutch of yours, Camilla and I are going shopping." I then heard my mother on her phone meaning she was outside of the door too. I looked at Kelly and jumped out of the bed and she replied "One second... I'm naked!" I had no idea where my clothes were and was running around the room like an imbecile. I have no idea why I did it but Kelly shoved me towards the window and I just dived out. Her suite was on the second deck so it wasn't a great drop haha. When I resurfaced, in the middle of the sea, beside a 290 ft yacht there was a towel floating beside me which Kelly had obviously thrown out so that I could cover my naked self. I swam the distance to the rear of the boat and then climbed back on board, wrapped the towel around me and went back inside. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On the Sunday we took the yacht to Monaco and anchored so that we could watch the Grand Prix. Those who wished to watch it properly took speed boats to land whilst others remained on the yacht. My mother remained on the yacht working as did Kayleigh's mum and Elliot's and a few of the girls. Meanwhile Kelly, Kayleigh, Gabrielle, Elliot, Elliot's brother, Lee, Elliot's father and Sam and I went to watch. It was rather exciting if I'm honest and we had a truly marvellous day out. We remained in Monaco for quite a while afterwards however people were leaving due to work commitments etc. My parents stayed and worked from the office on board whilst Kayleigh's father had left, her mother had remained and was working from the ship and both of Elliot's parents had left. On the 29th I flew to Paris along with Kayleigh's mother, she was required to meet with people from Vogue whilst I was meeting with the interior designer who had flown from London to discuss plans about my apartment. I met her at the airport and together we took a chauffeur to The Ritz where I collected my new Bentley and I went with her to the apartment. Upon entrance she said "Well this is a rather spectacular pied-a-terre you have Mr. McQuillan. Now what do you have in mind. Are there any of your other properties which I have been involved in which you would like me to take influence from?" however I merely replied "No not particularly. I have no desire for this apartment to be modern. Ideally, I know this isn't very specific, however I would like it to be Paris' answer to Park Avenue. Presumably you have been to a traditional housewife's apartment on Park Avenue..." she replied "Yes sir, of course. Say for example like Charlotte who features in Sex and The City?" I replied "Yes exactly, however I don't want it too much like The Ritz decor, not floral or any of that foul red and gold combination." She was scribbling away in her Hermes notepad as I spoke. I told her I wanted the hallway to no longer be wooden floored and I wanted marble whilst saying "The thing I have in mind when telling you of how I wish this room to be is The Four Seasons Hotel here in Paris. I suggest you take a look." When we entered the dining room I explained how I wanted a large dining table and it to be in gold. Once in the drawing room I told her I was unsure as to what colour scheme however that I wanted plush seating, a large coffee table and a chaise long. For the bar I requested it to be like The Connaught hotel in London. I told her that one of the bedrooms and bathrooms needed to be turned into a wardrobe (requesting that it was like Gabrielle's in London) and then told her that the staff living quarters could be a shoe/luggage room with an adjoining door to the wardrobe. I also wanted all of the bathrooms to be like those in the suites at The Crillon hotel in Paris and described how I wanted my master bedroom. An hour and a half and many pages in her notepad later we left to go to The Plaza Athenee for afternoon tea to discuss ideas. I told her that she had a room booked at The Ritz in Paris on a long term basis however once one of the bedrooms was complete at my apartment she was welcome to stay there. She had my email address and said that she would email me images of furniture etc. At that point I left to go and meet up with a few friends and she went to meet with a builder with regards to my walk-in wardrobe. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My friends and I went shopping and each of them told me how good my party was and who they had slept with haha. I didn't stay for long and Kayleigh's mother messaged to say that she had completed all of her meetings and was ready to fly back to Monaco when I was. I replied </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I am ready now. I shall just go and leave my car at The Ritz. Would you like me to get a chauffeur from there? </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">she replied almost instantly saying </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">No. I have one from work. I ought to be there in ten minutes x</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I remained in Monaco for about another week or so before everyone left and went their separate ways, most of us home. In the time that we did spend in Monaco Ellie was proposed to by Sam after a romantic meal and came back to the yacht with a rather substantially sized ring. The first thing she said after informing us was "You know what this means... We are attending all of the Haute Couture shows during fashion weeks in search of my dress!" We all congratulated her and then she spent some time with my parents discussing property and possible locations to start their family. How upsetting! </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The first night back in London I spent at my parents house however didn't get to see Maddox as Jackie had taken him to the family home in Sandbanks for the weekend along with her husband. Therefore I spent the second night back at my parent's house also. Oh my! I recall being fast asleep and something waking me up, however I thought nothing of it and closed my eyes. Then I heard a door creak and footsteps downstairs. I looked at the clock wondering if it was morning and it was 3 a.m. I got up and peered down the stairs to see that the front door was ajar. I was petrified. I tiptoed my way back into my bedroom and went into the wardrobe and put on a pair of Military boots from Dolce & Gabbana along with a ring from Vivienne Westwood. I then walked across the landing to Gabrielle's room where she lay fast asleep. I pulled back her covers, picked her up and carried her to the upper floor and into my parents room. When I opened the door my father was awake and said "Kyle, is that car outside something to do with you?" I replied "No, there's someone downstairs!" My mother shot up and said "Kyle! Tell me you are joking!" I shook my head and my father got up out of bed and went into his wardrobe. My mother said "I'm ringing the police!" Gabrielle woke up at that point and said "Mother. What on earth is going on? Why am I in your bed? ... Kyle what are you doing dressed like that?" When my mother told her she started to cry and then I threw her my phone and said "The police will take too long.. Phone them and then phone Kelly's father and explain the situation and tell him to send some men from work" she was panicking beyond belief and then my father came out of the wardrobe also wearing boots and said "I have no form of weapon!" I told him that we'd be fine and he said "Kyle! You are not coming down with me!" My mother replied "Neither of you are! We will sit here and wait for the police to arrive!" My father went to the window and said "It's a rubbish car so they're just going to be some poor kids! Kyle you stay here!" I told him no and then said "Gabrielle and mum go into Gabrielle's shoe room and lock the door! That is most probably the safest place - they won't be able to see you when the glass is frosted." Gabrielle was crying her eyes out and my father picked her up and carried her slowly down the stairs and typed in the code to unlock her wardrobe doors and again to unlock her shoe room. My mother sat in there with her and also started to cry. I then went to the island in the middle of Gabrielle's wardrobe and opened the bottom drawer which was a refrigerator and took out a small bottle of wine. My father looked at me and said "Can't you stay here?" I just looked at him and he kissed me on the forehead and we went downstairs. I have never been so scared in all of my entire life. I stood at the bottom of the stairs attempting to figure out where the people were and how many there were. I could hear two. One in the office and one in the drawing room. I waited at the foot of the staircase and then my father went into the office. He slammed the door behind him to soundproof the room so I had no idea what was going on. Then with the sudden noise the man came running out of the drawing room and towards the office. I crept up behind him and ducked at he span around to punch me, as I rose I punched him in the stomach then as he bent, kneed him in the face, he then took a knife out of his pocket so I immediately grabbed that arm, twisted it several times and forced it up his back until he dropped the knife, then I twisted his arm a bit more and he screamed before I kicked the back of his knees and then punched his head to the ground which, I know this is awful, knocked him out. Folling this I opened the office door to find my father's arm pouring with blood whilst a man rather a lot larger was on top of him, also with a knife. I didn't even think and charged over and kicked the man in his side, sending him flying off my father and onto the floor, still with the knife in his hand I stood on his armed hand and put my other knee onto his chest on repetitively punched him and then smashed the bottle of wine across his face before kicking him in his side once more to ensure he wouldn't be getting up too quickly. As both men were now unconscious it was an awful lot quieter and both of us heard Gabrielle and my mother crying rather loudly. The pair of us ran upstairs to find Gabrielle's wardrobe door broken and a man stood in the room with them armed with a knife shouting something about money whilst my mother and Gabrielle searched through handbags, hysterical, on the floor. My father and I ran in and the man turned around and looked horror stricken at the sight of us. We all stood silent and then my father and I both advanced on him at the same time, I took the side with the knife and in turn was cut rather deeply on my leg but adrenaline had kicked in and I was oblivious. I grabbed his arm and forced it away from me and my father did likewise with his other and then head butted him, having no effect. My mother came from behind him and hit him on the head with the corner of a Louis Vuitton vanity case and he fell to the floor, my father and I still on top of him. I managed to get the knife and throw it out of the room but this resulted in him grabbing my throat and strangling me somewhat. I could not breathe! My father was punching him and I was attempting to get his wrist off my neck then Gabrielle stood over him wearing boots and kicked him across the face at which point his nose became deformed and again which moved his already broken jaw and then she kicked him a final time in the side of the head and knocked him unconscious. Just as I got my breath back there were more footsteps downstairs so I jumped up and ran out of the bedroom however someone shouted "Harold, Camilla!" As we were half way down the stairs thus it was evident it was people whom were associates of Kelly's father. As we got into the hallway there were several men towering over my father and I, dressed in black and were all extremely broad. One of them picked the man up in the hallway by his top as though he was a feather and then another walked out of the office with the other man in a headlock. The man who had called my father's name said "We'll take them and put them in the car... The boot if needs be. Are there anymore?" I told him that there was one more upstairs and he went with my father and I to get him. When he saw him he said "Shit, you made a good job of this. Look at the state of him!" It was true. His nose was on the side of his face, his mouth was hanging open and was far over to one side, his head was bleeding and his eyes had become red and swollen. Again, he picked him up by his t-shirt and more or less dragged him through the house and down the stairs. My father hugged Gabrielle and I hugged my mum and then two men came in and said "We're just going to have a look around..." My phone started to ring on the bedroom floor. It was Kelly's father. I handed the phone to my father who answered and said </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yes, we're all fine now. A little shaken perhaps... I think we're going to get the girls to a hotel and Kyle to hospital. He's got a cut on his leg which is rather deep, I imagine will need stitching... Thank you for that. Sorry for the disturbance..." he got off the phone and said "Well he said it's quite all right for these men to remain here with me for the night until the police arrive. Meanwhile Kyle, that leg is pouring, put something on it" Gabrielle went into her wardrobe and brought out a t-shirt which she wrapped around several times tightly then tied. He continued "Camilla and Gabrielle I suggest you go to The Ritz or somewhere. I shall stay here with these gentlemen. Kyle go now for crying out loud before you bleed to death!" I went and got my car keys from my room and went and got into my R8 and drove to the hospital. Whilst in the car I was receiving messages from Kelly saying </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Kyle, are you ok? My father just informed me. Ring me! </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and Elliot who said </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Kelly just sent me a message. Are you all ok? Shall I come round?</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> It was only then that I realised I was sat in the car wearing nothing other than a pair of boxer-briefs and military boots. I thought about turning around however pulled over instead and looked around the car. There was only shoes and sunglasses and then I got out and looked in the boot. As I walked around the car I experienced an immense amount of pain in my leg and decided that regardless, I wasn't going back. Luckily I found a leather jacket in the boot and decided that would have to do. My mother phoned me when I was almost there and said "Kyle, Gabrielle is going to The Ritz and I am driving your father to the hospital to get his arm seen to. Those men have remained in the house. I shall see you there in a few minutes."</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A&E fortunately wasn't all that busy and I didn't have much of a wait. My father came in with my mother wearing a tracksuit and his boots and laughed at the sight of me. My mother was wearing a tracksuit and some sunglasses and sat down and hugged me. About five minutes after my mother arrived Gabrielle walked in wearing more or less the same as my mother and said ".. I don't want to go to The Ritz by myself. I'm scared" and started crying again. My father held out his arms and put her on his knee and hugged her. I messaged Elliot asking him to come to the hospital and get Gabrielle and my mother so that they could go and get some sleep. Within twenty minutes he had arrived and my mother said "What the devil are you doing here?" he said "I am going to stay at Kyle's with you and Gabrielle whilst Kyle and Harold remain here. It is unnecessary for you all to be here and you ought to get some rest. Kyle would you like me to see if I have any tracksuit bottoms in my car?" I replied "Yes please." The three of them left and Elliot returned with a pair of tracksuit bottoms from Dolce & Gabbana. As I went to put them on I realised how red the piece of material wrapped around my leg had become due to being drenched in blood. I informed one of the nurses and she said "You are next to be seen sir." I hobbled in and endured the pain of stitching whilst my father did likewise on the bed beside me.It didn't take all that long to get stitched and once we had finished I took my father in the car and we left. We took a minor detour to my parents house where we went into the untidy house and my father told the men that we would be back in the morning and that they were to make themselves at home, using the gym or the pool or even going to a have a little respite in the bedroom upstairs. At that point we left to go to my house. Once upstairs we found Gabrielle and my mother asleep one of the bedrooms whilst Elliot lay asleep on the Chaise in the corner of the room, presumably for their comfort. My father and I then went to sleep in my bedroom. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When I woke up in the morning my father was no longer in bed with me (I realise how absurd that comment sounds) and Elliot had messaged to say he had to leave however would ring me later. I got up and went downstairs where Gabrielle and my parents were sat in the drawing room. My father was typing away on my laptop and my mother was on the phone. When she had finished I asked who it was and she said "Max" the lawyer "I was just informing him should we need his assistance at any point. He told me there ought to be no problem as the law states that a person is entitled to use reasonable force in order to protect themselves, their family or their property in an act of self defence. What's more a person can use something called a pre-empative strike if they believe violence is going to occur. There is absolutely nothing to worry about. Now I simply must contact the house keeping staff to see about having the carpets cleaned" she went through her phone and then said "I don't appear to have their number. Harold when is Jackie due home from Sandbanks?" he told her that evening and she picked up the phone and said "I am terribly sorry to disturb Jackie however..." she explained what had happened and then said "and as I am sure you have guessed I am completely unable to deal with all of this in addition to my work commitments. Thank you Jackie. Firstly it is vital that I have my carpets cleaned as they are stained with blood and then I may need you to contact the insurance company and then the people who built Gabrielle's wardrobes as they will need fixing. Furthermore could you look into improving security at the house please. Thank you. I shall see you this afternoon." My mother put the phone down and said "She is leaving within half an hour. Now I must get to work." We all returned to the house to find two of the men who had stayed at the house in the kitchen eating some breakfast which Jake had prepared for them. They informed my parents of the police's arrival and how they had taken the three men with them. He also told us that they would be coming back at some point today to speak to us all. My mother then said "Well unfortunately you will have to send them to the office. I am far too busy." She then went upstairs to go and get ready and returned fifteen minutes later running down the hallway wearing a fitted black blazer from Vivienne Westwood along with a waist belt, laboutin heels an Alexander McQueen bag and pants from Chloe. She ran into the kitchen and gabbed the keys for her Aston Martin and then shouted "Good day. Love you" and ran out of the house. Gabrielle then said "Craaap!" I asked "What?" and she replied "I forgot I have a job again. I haven't spoken to them for goodness knows how long." Jake began to laugh and said "Gabrielle, imagine if I didn't show up to work" she replied "I'd rather not. That evokes images of my family starving to death. Speaking of which, could you make me some Sushi please whilst I go and phone them?" She returned a few minutes later on the phone and said "Hi Jackie... I need a flight for this evening to L.A. Thank you." She hung up "Dad I'm going to L.A tonight." He replied "Oh are you. Would you like me to take you shopping this afternoon for some new clothes? Oh Kyle there's a delivery for you in the office." I went into the office which was a complete mess and Martha (the house keeper) was currently tidying papers and mopping blood. Pleasant. There were several boxes in the corner of the room which I opened to find Louis Vuitton holdalls. I had no idea what they were and picked them up to feel a rather substantial weight. I took them with me into the kitchen and put them onto the island in the kitchen and unzipped them. Presents! I sorted through one bag which contained boxes from Gucci, Bulgari, Tiffany&co, Breitling, Chanel etc. Most of which were items of jewellery or small leather goods. Following this I went through another bag containing cards. These were all gift cards for various places, I had a rather large of at least seventy pile from Harrods, more from Harvey Nichols and Selfridges, approximately forty from Bergdorf Goodman, a few for Saks Fifth Avenue in addition to some store credit for Pintemps in Paris. The next bag contained more boxes... I received a few phones from Vertu, a diamond encrusted iPhone, around thirty pairs of sunglasses (some vintage, others I already had.) I then telephoned reception at my hotel and asked whether I had received any packages there. The lady replied "Yes Kyle, they have been arriving in their hundreds for the past week. All of which have been put in your office. Also, may I inform you that there is an awful lot of unpacked luggage in there too." Well that was certainly a somewhat buzz kill. When I have too much luggage to fly with I post it home and it is put in my office by the hotel staff where it mounts up. Unpacking it all is the most mind numbing task therefore I often procrastinate. The clothes have to be sorted into a pile for disposal, a pile for hanging and a pile to be taken to the dry cleaners. Following that boring task I have to have a member of staff from the hotel come and assist me, taking pictures of the newly purchased shoes and sticking the image on the box to be put into my wardrobe, whilst shoes which I took with me that aren't in boxes need to be put back into the correct box, the finding of which is a task in its self. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Whilst my sister and father went to get ready to go shopping I went upstairs and put on a pair of jodhpurs, a plain white shirt and some riding boots from Gucci and went and told my father I was going horse riding with Kayleigh. I said good bye to Gabrielle and told her I may see her prior to her departure but I was unsure and then informed her that Kayleigh would be borrowing Bruno, her horse. I took a detour to my house on the way to Kayleigh's where I swapped my Audi for my Porsche 4x4 and then went on to Surrey where Joli and Bruno are kept; mine and Gabrielle's thoroughbreds. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My mother phoned that evening and explained how she was required to go Dubai and was already on the way to the airport and would use the clothing she had at the Palm Island home and Gabrielle left for Los Angeles with enough new clothing to create a whole new wardrobe. I had been staying at my parents house with my father and Maddox and were paid a visit from the police however nothing really came of it. Max, the lawyer, is dealing with it. One day last week I went into London with all of my gift cards and had the sum of them all put onto the one card. My goodness my friends certainly are generous! For Harrods I had £13,500 (two thousand of which was from Camilla) for Selfridges I had about seven thousand and for Harvey Nichols I had nine and a half thousand pounds worth of credit. I phoned Gabrielle when I left Harrods and told her of the sum I had in credit she replied "Oh splendid. Although, it would only buy me five dresses..." haha. Gabrielle then messaged later that evening whilst on a night out in Beverly Hills to inform me that everyone was talking about my party haha. I quite admire being the subject of people's conversations haha. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I excelled myself to a great extent with regards to the length - haha. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I shall write in a month or so. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Much love, </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Kyle. </span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-17834573080991271732009-05-03T09:59:00.001-07:002009-05-03T10:00:33.525-07:00Arriving in New York for the gala... 3rd May<div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Since last speaking I have remained in Beverly Hills. The weather here has been marvellous in comparison to what I am told of London's. This was one of the major factors which implored Elliot and Lee to come and join me here. I received a message from Elliot one day last week asking what I was doing, I replied <i>Not a lot, I met with friends for lunch today at The Ivy and Gabrielle is taking me to a work event this evening - cocktail party. How about yourself? I imagine London isn't quite the same without yours truly is it my friend? </i>He replied saying <i>Quite right Kyle, I may see about coming and joining you yet again, I shall see who else wishes to come. </i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><i></i><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Two days later Elliot and Lee arrived via jet and suv at the Beverly Hills home. Lee walked in and said "Do excuse the profanity however, nice shag pad the pair of you" This was a term I had never heard before yet didn't particularly like nonetheless, I replied "I would prefer it if you didn't refer to my parent's Beverly Hills home and the residence of my sister as a shag pad Lee, yet I shall take it as a compliment. Thank you" he replied "Kyle, let's not beat about the bush. With Gabrielle living here alone and you dropping by fairly frequently there is no questioning whether or not it is what it is, and what's more... After what Gabrielle told me about your parents-" Gabrielle screamed "STOP!" As Lee made reference to when Gabrielle and I walked in on my parents a couple of weeks ago. Yes, quite sickening. He then went on "Well I do say, they are both exceptionally good looking parents. The only thing which would prevent me from sleeping with your mother would be the broken rib from Kyle and the paralysis which would occur once your father had finished with me" Gabrielle and I were disgusted and he said "What? Do you honestly think that all of your friends aren't thinking the same thing. Elliot, you would sleep with Haz wouldn't you?" He meant Harold, my father, Elliot said "Why of course, however, sex with Kyle is amazing and often. I couldn't rely on the Latter with Harold thus, following a utilitarian decision, I shall be sticking with Kyle..." He went to kiss me but I didn't return it haha, Lee then said "Likewise, I quite like the fact that I am able to walk. Now the sooner I find out which is my bedroom the sooner I can go and find a girl to bring back... Kyle, would you mind taking me to hire a car?" About 5 minutes later Gabrielle and I both received and e-mail from Jackie, the family assistant, saying <i>Your mother along with myself and some colleagues shall be getting a jet in 4 hours time. Your mother has just this second insisted that I booked it immediately thus I have warned you as soon as I knew, sorry! See you soon. </i>Marvellous. I shall now be welcoming my mother and her colleagues to 'The Shag Pad.'</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The following day my mother did arrive however the previous night I stressed to everyone how it was crucial we were all in and behaving in a respectable manner - i.e. not bringing home a stranger each. In addition I also phoned the staff the ensure they made an early start prior to my mother's arrival. My mother phoned to say that she had landed and was getting a car back so I woke everyone so that we were all up and the beds could be made. When my mother arrived she did so with an entourage of 4. Jackie and her travelled in one SUV whilst her other three colleagues travelled in another. As the drivers unloaded the luggage each of her employees had one medium sized suitcase each, my mother on the other hand had brought three plus a holdall. I opened the door and greeted my mother who was exceptionally pleased to sea Gabrielle and I. I then said hello to each of her colleagues as they entered, one in lady in particular was very pretty and Lee took an immediate liking to her saying "A pleasure to meet you, I'm Lee." I looked at him and shook my head. My mother lead her little entourage into the kitchen and asked the house keeper to make some breakfast then said "Jackie, you may do as you please. The car is in the garage if you need it however we do need to sort out where everyone will accommodate, some will have to go to hotels seeing as Gabrielle and Kyle seem to have taken over the household. Unless of course a couple of you don't mind sharing bedrooms. There are seven plus one for staff which is adequate thus Kyle and Elliot you may share as I imagine you already are, Gabrielle can have her room, Lee I imagine it would be most advisable you slept alone, then there is my room and four additional guests... This is far too confusing. Someone else can rectify the situation. If needs be book a room at The Beverly Wilshire." Elliot said "I shall pay for Kyle and myself a room there, it is far easier." I said "No you shan't I don't want someone sleeping in my room" my mother replied "Kyle, these people do not have leprosy!" After she had said this I realised how my comment must have sounded haha, my mother then went on to say "Steve, Catherine and Jennifer" I presumed these were the names of the people she had brought with her "You may go upstairs and shower then feel free to take a couple of hours break before getting on with your work, during that time you may make use of the gymnasium which is downstairs or sit by the pool. If you wish, you may take your laptops and work material outside and work out there when the time comes. Meanwhile I shall go and freshen up then sit by the pool, join my Kyle and Gabrielle?" Once my mother had showered she came back downstairs wearing a black swimsuit which featured a rather revealing hole in the cleavedge area along with a pair of Gucci heels with leather straps, a pair of Tom Ford sunglasses and a Pucci scarf tied in her hair. When she walked through the living area Lee almost choked on what ever it was he was eating and my mother said "Are any of you coming outside with me?" Lee of course jumped at the offer and my mother said "Well if you are going to continue staring at my breasts for the duration then I would prefer it if you didn't, otherwise by all means" Gabrielle, Elliot and I were rather amused by this and Gabrielle said "I must say though mother, I cannot stop staring at them either, they look amazing in that costume!" She said "I know, that's why I purchased it, it's from Chloe. When your father saw it he almost..." she trailed off as she realised we most probably did not to hear what ever it was she was going to say and said "Could someone bring me a drink out with them please?" Once outside we all just talked with my mother about various things and gossip etc then her employees came outside, the youngest, Catherine, stopped in her tracks and said "Camilla you look absolutely flawless!" My mother thanked her and she was still staring and then she said "Well don't gawp.." haha. I went inside to get another drink at one point and recieved a phone call from my father. We had the usual pretty much pointless conversation and then I heard him say "You know you are lucky to have a job in this current economic climate, should you choose to continue with this current work ethic which you all share luck may no longer be on your side" he then continued his conversation with me and then shouted back "Oh and Hilary, those shoes are not suitable for the office. I do believe the correct attire is 4 inches no less. Sort it. Immediately. Sorry Kyle, where were we..." When I was back outside he asked to speak to Gabrielle who was on the other side of the pool. I should've known better however, I shouted her and said "Gabrielle, Dad wants to speak to you" she turned around and looked right at me and then I threw the phone to her, she stared at it, let it hit her breasts and then clapped her hands together in order to catch it as it bounced off her breasts and into the pool. She grabbed her boob and shouted "Idiot!" whilst I shouted "You imbecile!" She then went on to say "ME?! You're the fool who decided to throw a mobile phone at my breast!" Whilst I screamed back "You're the one who is completely incompetant that requires anything to do with a brain and failed to catch the wretched thing when it was travelling at snails pace!" She shouted back "Oh shut up Kyle! My boob is killing me!" I shouted "Boob?! Mound of silicone!" My mother then stood up and said "Will the pair of you stop! This is completely unnecessary, Kyle you shouldn't have thrown it and Gabrielle, well, I could have caught that... It doesn't matter I shall have Jackie go and get you a new phone, meanwhile, will the pair of you make up." Everyone was still laughing at the family domestic whilst I walked around the other side of the pool to hug Gabrielle. I did so and then grabbed each arm and lifted her off the floor and held her over the pool saying "Would you like to get my phone back for me Gabrielle?" She shouted "KYLE! NO!" I moved her closer towards the water however she lifted her legs either side of her so that she was in the splits screaming as I continued to lower her. Everyone was in hysterics and my mother, once again, came to break up the little fight, she said "Oh Gabrielle is that position really necessary?" she was still screaming and said "YES! I am a matter of centimeters from the water! TELL HIM!" haha my mother made me bring her back up and when I did so she let her legs dangle again and then, in order to get revenge she decided to kick me in the place where it hurts one most. This is a girl who does ballet for hours on end thus she has rather a lot of power behind her kick. When she did so I automatically let go of her and bent downwards. I heard an enourmous splash and then she came to the top of the water screaming, meanwhile I had sat down through pain and my mother was saying "Oh Gabrielle. Was that necessary?" Gabrielle shouted "I'm going to have to wash my hair now you swine!" With all the breath I could gather I shouted back "I'm infertile for Christ's sake!" My mother replied "Kyle don't be dramatic. Now will the pair of you behave for crying out loud!" Post recovery I didn't do all that much, Gabrielle came into my room once she had washed and blowdryed her her to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek to apologise. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">My mother ended up sending her employees with the exception of Jackie to the hotel whilst the rest of us remained at the house. Lee did offer his 6 bedroomed home which is in Los Angeles however my mother refused his over stating "I cannot use one of your family's homes in order to accomodate my staff. Do be serious. What's more, I would feel to comfortable if I were your parents knowing that there were complete strangers staying in my house unsupervised." That evening my mother, Gabrielle and I went out for a meal whilst Elliot and Lee stayed at the house. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The following few days weren't all that eventful. Gabrielle went on a night out with my mother and both came in exceptionally drunk at some ridiculous hour of the morning. I heard them as they were coming up the stairs whispering and then my mother said "Let me go and see if Kyle's awake" she crept in and stood right beside me (I pretended to be asleep as I simply could not be bothered talking to her at that moment in time) and she said "Arr, how adorable. Look at Elliot and your brother" she seemed to stand there looking over me for what seemed like ages before she decided to leave and when she did so, like the oh so intelligent individual that she is said "Imagine what their children would look like.." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I woke in the morning I went downstairs to find my mother lay on a bed by the pool asleep wearing sunglasses - presumably to hide her bags whilst all of her employees worked away in the office. I woke her and she said "Oh my. I must have dosed off. Christ I feel slightly worse for wear this morning dear" she told me about her night out with Gabrielle and how much fun she had and said she would certainly do so again haha she then said "Give your darling mother a hug... I need to go and do some work." As my mother and I walked back inside Gabrielle flew into sight as she tripped and landed on her stomach. I thought she was going to cry like she normally does then I would have to go and pick her up off the floor however she began to laugh. Once she had returned to her feet she stumbled into the kitchen and said "Mother! I am still somewhat drunk... What on earth was I drinking?" My mother replied "Well darling I was buying you champagne cocktails however I do recall you seeing some of your friends in one establishment and we both went over. Everyone asked who I was so I told them I was your older sister, however they all said 'You can't be, we know Kyle too, we'd surely know you' then one of them said 'Your her mum aren't you. Damn I heard you were hot!' Well, I took it as a compliment but I simply must ask. How the devil had he <i>heard </i>I was hot? I had never seen him in my life?!" That was a question I often asked myself only with me being the subject. Yet I am still oblivious as to what the answer may be. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On Friday (the 1st) Lee, Elliot, Gabrielle and myself were in Lee's hired car on our way to see a friend when each of us recieved a message at the same time. We all looked on our phones and mine read <i>I need you to come and see me in Florida. Don't worry, I have news.. x</i> I asked everyone if their message was off Ellie and everyone said yes. I was a little scared about this and then looked at Gabrielle who looked a little upset, then I realised. She now had no option in going to Florida, she was going to have to. Neither of us had been since we flew from Byron Bay's Sanctuary rehabilitation centre to there a number of years ago for Gabrielle to recover from her eating disorder. I had no longing to return, however it seemed our friend needed us thus I grabbed Gabrielle's hand and nodded and she did likewise. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Within the hour Elliot had organised a jet for that day as had Kelly and Kayleigh in St. Tropez and Capri. I had all sorts of things going through my mind as to what it could be however my sheer dread of returning there was somewhat great. When I returned to the house everyone went to gather their belongings and I went to tell my mother where we were going at which point her eyes filled up and she said "Are you sure you'll both be ok?" I replied "I don't know. We'll have to see. I have a feeling we may end up going to the house. Could you have Jackie get the keys sent to Ellie's home?" My mother nodded and was evidently upset as the memories we all try to block out returned. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we arrived in Florida we passed through the airport that Gabrielle, my parents and I would arrive in every year when we would come to spend the summer here. It not being a subject either of us tend to talk about, other than on the rare occasion, thus it's not something everyone is really all that aware of. Elliot realised, when I put my arm around Gabrielle that it was in fact here where we spent several weeks of being distraught. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we finally arrived at Ellie's home all of us were greeted by the house keeper who said "Ellie is awaiting your arrival at the poolside" each of us went through not talking, it was so tense haha. Once outside Kelly and Kayleigh were also there lay beside Ellie who was wearing a printed Maxi dress from Milly. We all took a seat on the beds by the pool and I noticed Gabrielle receive a hug from Kelly. Lee said "Ok, enough waiting, I've had everything from cancer to you emmigrating going through my head" Ellie smiled and said "I'm pregnant!" Gabrielle screamed and pounced on her in excitment whilst I was quite the opposite and said "... and you're keeping it?" Kelly's expression, lacking in thrill, mirrored mine, Ellie replied "Yes Kyle I am. I am five months gone and have been questioning whether or not I should keep it since I found out a month and a half ago. However, I am almost twenty-three years old and I have been on and off with Sam for over three years now and I've only ever slept with about four people besides him in that spice of time... I'm sorry I haven't told you all sooner, I didn't know whether or not I was keeping it for certain until about a week ago" she began to cry and said "I'm going to have a baby girl." Gabrielle was crying her eyes out at this point and gathered all the breath she could to ask what she was going to call it, Ellie replied "Well I'm not entirely sure, however the favourite is Ella-May" Gabrielle then let out a deafening cry and hugged Ellie again whilst the tears streamed down her face. I phoned my mother and told her and as soon as I did so she began to sniff and I asked "You're not crying too are you?" she was and said "Put her on the phone." We all sat around and talked about the prospect of having children stating things like "I always knew you would be first Ellie" Kelly came out with the typical comment of "Your sex life will never be the same again Ellie... Have you considered vaginal reconstruction post birth?" She said "I have Kelly yes however I am unsure as to how many children I will have. It is rather pointless undergoing surgery when if I am going to have another child." About an hour or so later the doorbell went and the housekeeper came through with the largest bouquet of flowers I think I have ever seen. Ellie gasped and said "Oh my life, who sent these. They're gorgeous!" she read out "Congratulations on your pregnancy dear. We wish you all the best. With love, Harold, Camilla, Gabrielle and Kyle." Theoretically Gabrielle and I had no idea they were being sent so really they were just form my parents, nevertheless, we went along with it and said "Oh you're welcome my love." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">That night we sat in the living room with Sam and Ellie talking about all things regarding children. Gabrielle said "Send it to ballet!" whilst Ellie said "Well all of you shall influence my decisions in one way or another, whether it be ballet, figure skating" Elliot said "Please do! I will tutor it! ... Her!" Ellie continued "Or whether or not it will go to boarding school, perhaps abroad... I don't know. I think we will remain in England, yet perhaps move out of London and have a home in maybe Surrey or Heartfordshire, however I would quite like to be near to the beach so I'm considering Sandbanks too.." Gabrielle cried yet again and Lee asked "Do the two of you plan on getting married?" Ellie said "Well we've talked about it and we're definately going to. The baby is due in August so maybe early September or perhaps have a winter wedding abroad. I don't know.." I went to bed feeling like my youth was disappearing, already one of my closest friends has made the decision to put the party lifestyle behind her and move out of London to have a family. I slept in a room with Kelly that night and talked for what seemed like ages. She said "When do you want children?" I replied "I don't know. I want to do it properly in that once I have them I want to be married and not have this life anymore, like Ellie is. I don't think I'm ready to detach myself from this lifestyle yet, I love it too much!" She replied "yes my sentiments exactly, are we still getting married and having children?" I said "Why yes of course, I want a boy first followed by a girl and I want one to have a name of French origin" she then asked "Would we send them to boarding school?" I said "Without doubt.. I don't really like children that much" she said "No, me neither..." haha.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On the Saturday afternoon I received a message from a friend called Elizabeth in New York, it read <i>Kyle my friend, it appears you have disappeared off the face of the earth. What part of the world are you currently in? I sincerely hope you will be in New York on Monday evening in order to attend The Costume Institute Gala. Ring me upon your arrival xo </i>I suppose Elizabeth was like Gabrielle and myself only a New York version. Her circle of friends was much like mine in that they were all affluent and well dressed yet they all differed somewhat in that they weren't promiscuous in the slightest. For an extremely attractive girl Elizabeth has only ever slept with two people, man with whom she was in a relationship with for a couple of years and me who was extremely shocked to find that she had only ever slept with the one person haha. My parents are good friends with hers and they often assist them with finding new homes around the globe, take for example their current family home which is a top floor penthouse overlooking the park on New York's upper east side. Upon receiving the message I asked the others if any of them were attending the Gala, Kelly said she wanted to and Elliot said his brother was going with his girlfriend and Gabrielle wanted to as did I. I phoned the hotel where I reside in London and asked them to check my post. It was a good friend of mine who answered and she said that she would forward all my post to The Plaza in New York immediately. I then phoned Jackie and had her book a jet for late that night and then asked her to check whether my parents would be attending the gala. She told me that they were and they had already purchased outfits for the event. Oh Crap. I needed an outfit! The exhibition will be The Model as Muse: Embodying Fashion - the reciprocal relationship between high fashion and evolving ideals of beauty and will focus on iconic fashion models of the 20th century and their roles in projecting, and sometimes inspiring, the fashion of their respective eras. Christ! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">That afternoon Gabrielle came into the bedroom where I was staying with a package from FedEx holding a set of keys in her hand and a letter. She said "These have just arrived..." I immediately started crying, her voice and face showed no emotion what so ever and she said "Shall we go?" I nodded and went over to hug her. We said we'd use Ellie's car to get there and put some clothes on. I met her in the foyer downstairs, both of us wearing opaque sunglasses to hide the fact that we were crying (in my case) or on the verge of doing so. I went to the outside pool and asked Ellie if I could borrow her car, she said "Yes of course dear, what ever's the matter?" I told her it didn't matter and that we'd return soon. As I was walking back inside Elliot grabbed my hand and said "Are you sure you'll be ok?" I told him I would and started crying even more, he hugged me and I just remained there in his arms. I could tell the others were beginning to talk, wondering what was wrong. Gabrielle and I travelled there in silence for the duration and when we arrived at the house I pressed the button which was on the house keys to open the gates and drove up the drive way. The house was exactly as I remembered it and hadn't change at all. A vast meditteranean style villa in white with perfectly sheared gardens. We got out of the car and walked up to the front door. Gabrielle's hands were shaking as she went to put the key in the door and when she opened it, the interior hadn't changed either. The enourmous marble foyer with it's exceptionally large art deco statue of a ballerina in the centre of the room. The hexagonal shaped foyer allowed us to see through to the rest of the house due to the open plan. Gabrielle muttered something about her being along and walked away, I then went upstairs. I recall being here for the summer and having daily visits from doctors, dieticians, friends and my parents would also check in. Gabrielle insisted at the time that it was just myself and her who stayed here. Those few weeks were the worst of my life. Too weak to do much Gabrielle would lie in her room for days and cry whilst I did likewise downstairs. I went into her room and looked around at the various pictures of her dancing, the most recent of her when she was about 16 or 17. All of the muscles in her arm are visible as are the bones in her cheek and she was completely flat chested. This was nothing in comparison to the weight she plummeted to. I walked into her wardrobe to find a trunk lying on the floor. I opened in and in it were the clothes she must have brought with her for the time we spent here. Bearing in mind when we came she was 17 and I was 18, the clothes were D&G junior and other altered garments. I took out a pair of jeans which looked as though they wouldn't fit a six year old and began to cry even more. I sat there crying for a few minutes when Gabrielle walked in with mascara down her cheeks and bright red eyes. She had a piece of paper in her hand and read "Dear Mr and Mrs McQuillan. Gabrielle has informed us that she has been living off a daily diet of one slice of toast and a glass of diet coke for a number of weeks now with the occasional supplement, however stresses that on these days she 'over eats' she is often inclined to make herself vomit. Therefore it is clear that she has a case of Bulemia in addition to anorexia nervosa. Moreover Gabrielle's weight is currently 60 pounds and with a height of 5ft 4" this puts her severly underweight and she is at risk of slipping into a coma. Since being admitted Gabrielle has suffered from several fainting attacks and is now under close observation..." she couldn't read any more and I didn't want her to. Both of us were crying hysericly and she sat with me on the floor crying. I don't know how long we were there for however when we returned to the house both of us went to bed. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I write this as I come in to land in New York's JFK airport. As I recited the previous paragraph to you I cried once more. I am joined on this wretched jet by Elliot, Kelly and Gabrielle all of whom are asleep. When I arrive I will take the chauffeur to The Plaza and then go straight out in order to acquire an outfit for tomorrow's event. This evening I am meeting with friends for dinner as is Gabrielle, Elliot is meeting his brother and Kelly is meeting with friends also. The girls have already said they will go shopping all day and use their status in order to get personal shoppers etc. I have been told by The Plaza that my tickets for the event have arrived there and Gabrielle received hers direct from Marc Jacobs following her meeting/luncheon with him a week or so ago. I spoke to my father prior to our departure and Gabrielle and I are required to go and watch a show with them on Broadway on Tuesday evening. Gabrielle has requested we watch a ballet whilst I suggested The Phantom of The Opera. Who knows. Gabrielle has just woke up and looked through her Hermes agenda and told me that on Wednesday we are meeting the Miller sisters for dinner in order to celebrate Sienna's lead role in Broadway show After Miss Julie. One's social calendar is somewhat hectic haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Speak soon. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Much love,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Kyle. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">P.S. I do apologise for it being somewhat depression however it is an account of what has happened over the past few weeks thus it is the truth... </p> </div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-18177315937060976402009-04-19T11:01:00.000-07:002009-04-19T14:40:29.775-07:00California, London and back again... 19th April<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After returning home from California my time in London was excellent. I took the chance to remember how good the nightlife in the city is and how talented the array of extremely attractive males are in bed haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On the last weekend in March Gabrielle got a jet from Los Angeles to London where I picked her up and took her to collect her friend Claire from Harrods (a makeup artist) and then a hairdresser from elsewhere, both of whom work accross the globe during fashion weeks. It was that evening that a business event was being held in my parent's honour. The thrill! I took them back to my hotel where Jackie (my father's p.a) was just driving off in her Mercedes (which, by the way, comes with her job and is completely paid for except petrol. My parents treat her like another child!)</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once inside we ordered a couple of bottles of wine from room service and then went upstairs where Jackie had hung both of our outfits having just collected them from the tailor/designer's people. I had my hair cut whilst Gabrielle had her makeup applied by claire and then had a shower. When I returned Gabrielle was having her hair blowdried with extreme volume and then curled. Kelly phoned me under great stress saying "I am having a crisis! Part of my extension just fell out... I'm going to have to get an emergency appointment! I may be late" I told her to just come to my house and have it sorted here. A short while later I heard her car pull up outside and looked out of the window to see her Mercedes SLR McLaren abandoned on the foot path outside of my house. Before I knew it she had let her self in and was running up the stairs shouting "Kyle! Ring the concierge and have him do something with my car, the keys are in the hallway!" She entered wearing a plum Roland Mouret dress which I complimented and she said "Ugh it was horrendous! I had to have it shortened and taken in, I looked like a nun!" Her extension hadn't fallen out, it was merely loose. Whilst the situation was rectified Gabrielle and I changed into our outfits; mine being a three-piece suit I had purchased from Saville Rowe and Gabrielle an Alexander McQueen lace bandage dress. She came out of one of the bedrooms laughing and entered saying "Look at my breasts! I am overflowing!" She certainly was. It was like trying to fit a melon in a sling shot. She looked ridiculous! It resulted in us ringing reception for some masking tape and she wipped off her dress and taped them down. When she put her dress back on she said "Ugh! I look like I have a pair of mosquito bites!" After minor adjusting she was happy. I messaged Elliot Lee and Kayleigh to come round as we were taking chauffeurs from my house. Ellie was going with her parents as they too were attending, as was Kelly's father (her mother was in New York.) </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Elliot arrived wearing a delightful Tom Ford suit, looking all the more devine than normal. Kayleigh arrived wearing a cream embroided neckline dress by Alberta Ferretti with a pair of nude Brian Atwood peeptoe platforms. Her makeup was flawless to say the least; perfect flicks came from either eye and everything seemed to go exactly with her dress. Claire (the makeup artist) loved her makeup and asked where she had it done. Kayleigh replied "Oh a lady came to the house. Lord knows who she is. Mother sends someone different each time..." She then went to the phone to have someone send some champagne up to the room whilst I explained to Claire that Kayleigh's mother holds a fairly senior position within Conde Nast, thus has an array of makeup artist etc. at her beckon call. Once of the phone she said "I am so thankful, yet again, to be out of that wretched house! My brother is back from Eton and he's 13 when they're their utmost infuriating. I cannot tell you how many times I have been called a failure or a promiscuous little waste of space. He is such a swine! I simply cannot help but retaliate with a slap accross the head and just to prove that payback really is a bitch I have removed anything he would find remotely entertaining this evening from the house, including the television remote control, leaving the swine to torture that poor nannie who is burdened with him!" Gabrielle then said "Kyle used to be like that. I was told on numerous occasions that I was thick and that if I broke my leg I would have nothing in life. Isn't that right Kyle?" I protested and said "Numerous occasions being once or twice. I on the other hand was told that I was the least favourite and that my mother and father wouldn't give up meetings and abandon schedules to come and watch me get 100% in a maths test or to listen to me speak French as they did watching Gabrielle perform, or perhaps that she was far better than me because she was different and that everyone who went to schools like mine were intelligent where as not everyone could perform ballet to the standard she did..." Kelly said "Oh you little buggers!" to which Gabrielle said "That was only on a rare occasion. The rest of the time we used any talent we had to draw attention to ourselves. At family and friend gatherings I would merely dance and have everyone ooh and ahh at the little cute ten year old performing ballet whilst Kyle would walk around and speak fluent french to everyone and ensure they knew of his intellect... I think I might get changed." She began speaking and Lee walked in, grabbed her by the waist and said "My my, you do look the sexiest out of the three of you" he saw me and then said "Oh I do apologise Kyle, didn't realise you were here" Gabrielle then said "That is why" and walked into the wardrobe whilst I said "Lee this is my house..." yet apparently this made no difference as he simply said "I know, but usually when I come round you're not here." Not that I was aware of that... </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Moments later Gabrielle returned wearing a metallic Proenza Scholer silver skirt and just a bra and said "Shall I wear this?" There were mixed reactions: Kayleigh exclaimed "What's happened to your boobs!?" Lee said "Suits me.." whilst Kelly asked "What about a top dear?" Gabrielle looked a little shocked and then said "Do excuse me as that was all a little difficult to take in. Nevertheless, in answer to what I gathered from your questions, my boobs are taped down and I simply forgot to put a top on before coming out of the wardrobe... I shall go and do that now." She came back out wearing a black Roland Mouret fitted top then proceeded to put on a pair of opaque tights and then went to find some shoes. She brought out 4 shopping bags and said "I had Jackie drop these off too, I bought them a couple of days ago..." She showed 3 pairs of Guiseppe Zaniotti heels (a pink and black pair, a cream and black pair and a dark blue and white jewel embellished pair) - none of which were really appropriate, she then said "Oh crap... Let me see what's in here" She returned to a very bored rest of us with a pair of peep toe Laboutins, a pair of closed toe Laboutins, a pair of platformed YSL's and another pair of Laboutins which had organza pettles down the bridge of the foot. Eventually she chose the ones with the petals as she felt she required something a little more sexy in her outfit. Finally dressed she exhaled and said "Ah, now my eye makeup doesn't match... Claire." The chauffeurs had arrived before Gabrielle was finished however we simply made them wait outside whilst we finished our champagne. I didn't allow Gabrielle to have more than one glass as it doesn't take much for her to become drunk, thus showing my parents up resulting in me getting the blame. When we were finally ready Gabrielle gave Claire a brand new dress from Future Classics and the hairdresser a scarf from my room. Just before walking out of the door Gabrielle screamed "Where's Harry?!" Everyone looked at each other a little confused however I simply said "... Winston." However she found it mere seconds later and we left. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I wasn't far away Ellie messaged to say <i>Will you please quicken your pace. I am with my parents like a complete loser! There are however plenty of men to look at... These suits make their behinds look perfection!! </i> x The last comment was enough to make us almost eager to get to the torturous event. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We pulled up outside and my parents got out of their Rolls Royce, my father in a suit from Saville Rowe and my mother in a gorgeous fitted black dress which looked as though it had squares of black material pieced together along with a pair of swarovski crystal embellish Laboutins. The three girls gasped and Gabrielle said "Mother! That dress! Do not spill anything on it therefore preventing me from wearing it on a future occasion... Who's it by?" My mother told them it was Nathan Jenden, meanwhile my father walked ahead of my mother and said "Nice and punctual" to which I replied "Likewise" my father then said "We are the hosts. We are not late, everyone else is merely awaiting our arrival" he then added "You look rather nice tonight Kyle" I thanked him and then he came behind me, wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me all over the cheek repetitively before my mother slapped him on the arm and said "Harold we're going in now. Do attempt to look a little professional as opposed to some sort of peculiar individual" he said "Very well dear" and placed his arm around my mother's back and his hand on her buttock, looking back and winking at Elliot and Lee, smiling. My mother moved his hand up to her waist and then looked back and winked at the rest of us. Then we entered the realms of boredom...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once we found Ellie we stood and people watched for a short while and attempted to look interested however it was a great difficulty! It was so dull! That said, Ellie's comment with regards to the men in suits was spot on! Haha. The room was abundant with Seikhs, people who were obviously from the stock market, business women, p.a's stood by their boss' sides and a few wives/husbands of the people who had been invited - you could tell who these were as they shared the same expression as my friends and I. Gabrielle and I stood together as I was wary of my mother and father's watchful eye however at one point, a girl whom I believed to be a p.a came over and said "May I just say that you two are the most attractive couple I have ever come accross!" I laughed and said "Many thanks however we're siblings, not a couple" I think she'd had a few glasses of champagne as she replied "Oh, well your parents must be exceptionally good looking" I said "Well do judge for yourself, they're stood there" I pointed out my mother and father who were stood side by side with a couple of men in suits schmoozing and she said "Oh. You're Mr and Mrs McQuillan's children. Well, if I may say so, your father looks like someone off my fireman calendar and your mother looks like she's walked straight off Gucci's catwalk to here! Amazing!" And then she walked away. Peculiar. Shortly afterwards Camilla Al Fayed weaved her way through the crowd and came over to us both open armed. She looked stunning in a figure hugging black dress from Alexander McQueen with a jewel embellished neck. We asked what she was doing here and she said "Well my father came to show his support and I wouldn't miss a chance to catch up with the pair of you now would I?" Gabrielle then went with Camilla somewhere and I was approached by a man who looked a little older than my father who said "So you're the one who's reaping the benefits of your parent's hard work? Nice to meet you Kyle, I'm David" I shook his hand and he said "Your parents are extremely successful. I'm in charge of their construction project in Dubai. Are you familiar with it?" I nodded. I had no idea what he was talking about however I felt it was the right thing to do. He then proceeded to talk about the management of construction materials which my parents are providing for 'the project in Dubai.' I was so relieved when he excused himself! Ellie's mother (a barrister) came over and said "Someone managed to find themselves in a sticky situation then didn't we?" She kissed me on either cheek and then said "At least you're trying to look interested, look at Ellie stood admiring behinds" I turned and watched as Ellie's head followed all of the passing men. T'was rather comical haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After the meal which was prepared by my father's friend Marco Pierre White there was a toast and then we began to have a group discussion as to where we were going to go afterwards. The majority of us decided on Maddox as it had been quite a while when a couple of tanned, young men came over in their fine fitting suits and asked "I am sorry if I'm mistaken however would I be right in presuming that you are all going out following this event?" Kayleigh said "Yes, would you care to join us?" He said certainly! To which I said "Would you care to ring some friends, preferably ones who look like yourselves and will be dressed like yourselves and are inclined to sleep with males, if you yourselves aren't... Yet." Camilla laughed at me from across the table and then went to tell her father of her departure and Gabrielle went to tell ours. Gabrielle returned to say that someone had told her they'd already left and they said so in their speech that they were doing so - clearly we weren't listening to that. However my mother came back through the thinning crowd and gave gifts to everyone around the table saying "Thank you for coming, I realise, especially from the look on Gabrielle's face, that it was somewhat mind numbing for you all however it is much appreciated" Gabrielle then stood up and hugged her and said "Oh mother you're such a darling!" My mother realised the obvious intoxication and said "Well thank you for that dear, your father and I along with Ellie's parents and a few others are going out in London now so I shall see you in the morning dear. Be careful this evening. Goodnight Kyle, love you dear, thank you" she then came over and kissed me on the cheek too - I am honoured! Everyone thanked her for their gifts of jewellery from designers such as Gucci, Dior, Prada etc. and she left. Lee then said "Without further ado.. Kyle where are the chauffeurs?" Camilla said "Do not worry about that, I have arranged them, they are waiting outside." Lee said "She owns Harrods and has chauffeurs at her beckon call, Kyle I'm beginning to think she's out doing you!" Camilla then said "Oh please Harrods has it's own line of jets and helicopters too, these McQuillan's aren't a patch on me" she winked at both me and Gabrielle and we stood up to leave. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Gabrielle and I rode together in the car and Camilla went with Kayleigh as Camilla knew Kayleigh's mother through Conde Nast thus they had something to talk about. On the way Gabrielle decided she wanted to alter her outfit slightly so we messaged everyone and took a minor detour via my parent's house. We both ran in quickly and went to Gabrielle's room where she went into the wardrobe and removed her top and bra, swapping them for a flourescent pink one and a Dolce & Gabbana white blouse which was unbuttoned slightly, she then swapped her shoes for a pair of Alexander McQueen booties with a hot pink (matching her bra) elasticated strap on the back of her ankle. Ready to leave we walked onto the landing to hear a bang from the upper floor. Gabrielle said "Ugh, is it those wretched dogs again?" She headed upstairs before hearing another couple of bangs then looked at me and said "Do come with me Kyle..." When we got upstairs it was a little louder and figured it was coming from my parent's room. Without hesitation we both walked in and screamed at the top of our voices. Gabrielle was shouting "I'M BLIND! I'M BLIND!" Whilst I was stood facing the wall sickened by the fact the pair of us had just walked in on my parents having sex. My mother exclaimed "What on earth?! I thought you were going out!" Gabrielle shouted "We were! We thought you were dogs!" My father started laughing at this ambiguous comment which repulsed me even more and I just left the room without another word and almost ran down the stairs with Gabrielle right behind me. We got back into the car and sat in the back seats completely horrified and I looked at her and said "I. Saw. Everything! Especially on Dad!" Ughhh, it was repulsive. I'm almost vomiting just writing this. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We tried to forget about the horrific scene we'd witnessed and focoused our attention on the men who had joined us in Maddox. Lee was nowhere to be seen, most probably with several girls, whilst the rest of us were scattered around the club. Camilla was having a whale of a time however left at around 2 as she had a flight to catch the following morning, thus she went to catch a helicopter which would take her to her home in Surrey. The rest of us continued to talk with the men whom had joined us from my parent's mind numbing event, one of whom, Rick, I had mutual interest in. He said "A couple of very attractive parents you have, explains a lot..." I felt sick once more as the image of my parents rushed back into my head however I persevered and replied "What are you insinuating? That I too am very attractive?" He laughed and said "Well, I think that goes without saying" I was rather drunk so I replied "Yes it does, I was just being polite. Now shall you be coming to my house this evening or shall we finish this conversation enabling me to go and find someone else?" He laughed and said "You can rely on me" I took him over to the table where Kayleigh and Ellie were sat with a few men and introduced him. Before he sat I highlighted to the girls just how attractive his derriere was in his tailored suit through a non-discrete hand action. One cannot deny that they were jealous haha! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I have no idea what I was doing however it was just before I was about to leave when someone came up behind me and grabbed my bum, I turned to see Elliot who asked "Have you acquired a male?" I told him I had and he said "Likewise. I must say, it seems far to long since you and have had some time together" I went a little bit closer and said "Well in that case, come round in the morning! However on that note, I shall be leaving." I went to tell Rick we were leaving and phoned the hotel to have them come and collect us. Within a few minutes the car had arrived and we both got in, yet, just as we were about to drive off Kayleigh came running up to the car and got in the back whilst a man got in the front. She said "My brother would walk in on us if we were to go back to my house, his bedroom is unfortunately on the same floor as mine." I guessed that meant she too was staying at my house.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Part way through the night whilst I was still extremely active I heard someone let themselves in downstairs and come upstairs. Moments later Elliot walked accross the landing outside my bedroom and shouted "I'm staying here tonight!" In the morning I was woke by the sound of the smoothie maker in the kitchen and then Rick started kissing me. I couldn't be bothered lying there with him all morning (or afternoon as I soon realised) and so got up. As I went downstairs to the kitchen I passed a man on the stairs who was wearing the same as I - nothing but underwear - and was tanned with dark hair, I presumed he was Elliot's man as it wasn't who Kayleigh left with. I went into the kitchen to find Elliot and Kayleigh eating room service. They both poured a drink and said "Shall we go upstairs to the drawing room?" I agreed and the three of us, Elliot and I wearing underwear and Kayleigh in a Dolce & Gabbana t-shirt and some underwear of mine. When we got into the drawing room there were 4 men in there to which I asked Elliot "Did you sleep with two?" He said "No" and then Kelly walked in wearing much the same outfit as Kayleigh and said "One's mine" I said "Oh, when did you arrive?" She said "Late last night, I came into your room but you were in your element so I didn't disturb you... I let myself in." The best looking man out of all of them who had short spiked hair, chizled features and a gorgeous body said "There seems to be an awful lot of men here and not many girls.." Kelly said "It's wrong to presume that everyone is straight like yourself. Those two sleep with men." I asked "Is there any chance you're interested in doing so?" He said "No, not while the girls look like Kelly here..." I said "Well that's a shame, however with regards to your answer I don't see any reason for you to stay" he looked at me and stared whilst I just smiled and then said "Very well" and went upstairs. I was devasted! He was gorgeous! After a moment or so I walked out of the drawing room and went upstairs to the other bedrooms and walked into the room where the man was to find him stood in a shirt and pants which was when I remembered he was one of the men from my parent's event who came over and asked whether we were going out. Wearing his current attire he looked even more attractive than he did wearing next to nothing! There is something about good looking straight men (because I can't have them I think) and there is something about men in fine fitting suits... He boasted both of these mouth watering qualities. I said "Are you sure I can't tempt you..." I walked a bit closer to him and said "We can start with other things as opposed to intercourse... Say for example oral" I was determined! I can't remember what I said/did following that however it worked. Before I knew it he was lay flat out on the bed. Success! When I (he?) had finished he panted and then shouted "That was the best fucking head of my whole entire life! Fuck me you're good!" I smiled and said "I shall over look your bad language seeing as you just paid me an exceptionally nice compliment. Thank you! And don't worry, I shan't tell my parents." He looked at me and said "Why would I be bothered about that?" I said "Oh I don't know. I just presumed, seeing as you were at-" he looked at me and said "Shhiiiiiittttttttttttttt... Harold and Camilla are your Mum and Dad? And I have just stayed the night at their son's house and then received a blow job from him whilst I have done things to him. Well done me!" I said "Oh do be quiet. Do you honestly think I want to tell them that despite having slept with someone last night I did other things with a completely different person the following morning and that I had met him at their work event, oh and my best friend had slept with him the previous night too. Please be serious! What's more my sister has slept with people actually in their workplace before so you have nothing to worry about." He paused whilst putting his pants back on and said "You have a sister?" I said "Yes" he said "Bloody hell! How fit must she be! Being an offspring of that sex on legs mother of yours!" My expression become disgusted and I said "Why did you feel it neccessary to say that to me? What's more if my father found out you had slept with her you could kiss your job goodbye and any chance of getting employment in anyother well paid position either within their company or many others whilst you live in London." With that I went back downstairs. Everyone had left more or less and it was just Kelly and Kayleigh sat in the drawing room watching the television and talking. Kelly said "Kyle dear get changed, we're going for lunch. You need to drop us off and then collect Gabrielle from Lee's, she stayed there last night with a man who she met in Maddox. Did you have fun with the man whom I brought home?" I told her I did and he entered and said "So Kelly, can I have your number?" She said "No but I have yours so I shall ring you" he replied "Ook, does that mean I'm ever going to see you again?" She said "Well, do you consider yourself a lucky person?" he told her not really and she said "Well in that case probably not no." I said "You can have my number.. Ring me if you get bored one evening, your chances are slimmer but I shall do likewise." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I dropped Kelly off followed by Kayleigh and then went and collected Gabrielle. Once home we both walked in and stood in the kitchen and talked. My mother and father walked in looking a little rough and asked us whether we had a good night. We told them we did and then my father said "May I just say that with regards to last night... Karma" Gabrielle screamed "Err" my mother "Harold!" Whilst I punched him on the arm. He seemed unfased by this reaction he received and just walked behind me and put his arm around my neck to strangle me in retaliation, whilst doing so he said "What? Countless times have I-" My mother bellowed "Unnecessary! Let's just change the subject..." We did so and about 5 minutes later Gabrielle read her messages. After typing away for a while she presumably clicked onto another new one which made her perforate my ear drum with a deafening scream. With that my mother too started screaming and I shouted "What? What?!" I had no idea what was happening and then my father came running downstairs and said "What on earth is going on?" Then Gabrielle started running around the kitchen saying "FAME'S COMING OUT!!!" My father asked why my mother was screaming and she said "Gabrielle startled me. I thought she'd seen a rat or something!" Gabrielle then said "Where's Jackie?" My mother told her she was in the study at which point Gabrielle bellowed her name. My father said "Gabrielle... The study is sound proof. She cannot hear you!" Gabrielle and I both said "Oh my goodness really?!" Then Gabrielle continued "I had no idea! Is that why you never reply when I shout you and you're working?" My father said "Most likely. How could you not have known? We've lived here for about five years" she replied "I just thought you didn't want to be disturbed" I agreed with her. Still, rather than walk the short way to the study/office Gabrielle picked up the phone and phoned her in there and told her to come here. Once in the kitchen Gabrielle told her "I need you to find out where the fame premiere is and get me a cast list... I am going to that premiere!" Jackie replied "I shall however I am about to go food shopping. Harold, Camilla, is there anything in particular you would like me to purchase?" She then said "Kyle I shall be going to your house now to see what you require." Not a lot. I have one small cupboard for food and in there is protein shakes, some chocolate which never gets eaten by myself, some crisps, popcorn and cereal. Then in my fridge I have Isotonic drinks piled up, alcohol (in the form of wine, champagne and spirits) occasionally there is milk along with vegetables and some fruit for making smoothies. The freezer has nothing in it besides ice cream for when my friends and I stay in on a night time and watch films. That is all of the food I have in my house haha. The rest comes from room service or I eat out. Not surprising, this is a person who was unaware that someone could go and do their own food shopping until he was twelve years old. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Gabrielle flew back to Los Angeles on the Monday and for the rest of the week I just shopped and slept with various people. I unfortunately encountered Kayleigh's little brother when I went to her house prior to a night out in London. He passed through the kitchen where we were stood drinking wine and said "Oh another night of drinking and sex with people you don't know and will never speak to ever again then?" She said "Oh do be quiet!" he replied "No you, you serve no purpose! You do nothing but-" I said "Excuse me, your sister and I live the exact same lifestyle" at which point he looked at me and said "Yes, these are directed at you too" I laughed and looked at Kayleigh who said "You grab him and I'll hit him" I merely held him still at first however he decided to stand on my toe so I lifted him up and grabbed his ankle dangling him upside down. Kayleigh said "Are you going to apologise?" He shouted "No!" and then shouted "Muummm!!!" Kayleigh said "Very well then, Kyle where were we?" I took a seat again on the stool I was on, still holding his ankle and took a sip of my drink whilst he shouted for his mother. Eventually his mother walked into the kitchen and said "Yes? Oh Kyle, if only you were here more often, that could prove to be somewhat useful! William, you know what you have to do if you want to be put down so for heavens sake do what's right and apologise otherwise you shall stay there." He said "Fine! Sorry!" At which point I placed him back on the ground upright, ruffled his hair and said "Run along little child." That is why I hate children! If mine turned out like that lord knows what I'd do. He used to be well behaved and I used to enjoy play fighting with him and lifting him up etc. Now five minutes alone is enough to make me want to kill him... Which I almost did. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">In the week before Easter I went to reception in the hotel to collect some letters and things they had for me. My friend Erin was working that day so I stood and talked to her for a while. After asking what I'd been up to I asked what was new with her, she answered "Well I have a new boyfriend, George, I really like him! It's been about 3 months now and I'm meeting his parents tonight... I am so scared! They live in Cheshire somewhere and he owns his own company, thus they're fairly well off and here I am. Working on reception at a hotel!" I gave her a little sympathy and said "Everything will be ok! Where are you going with them?" She replied "Yet another disaster! We're going to Gordon Ramsay's so I've had to buy a new dress and all sorts!" I asked what she had purchased and she said "It's only from Topshop... Lord knows what I'm going to look like in Claridges, never mind next to them! See.. This is why I'm so scared!" I laughed and said "Come on... All your Christmas' have come at once" I winked at her and motioned for her to follow, she said "Kyle, I can't. I'm working." I asked who was her manager and she told me it was Gordon, the concierge, whilst hers wasn't on duty at the moment. I said "Gordon, I shall be taking Erin for a short while" to which he replied "She's working, there's no-one else on reception" I simply said "Well I'm afraid you'll have to find alternative staff or do it yourself. I require her assistance immediately and being the loyal, high paying customer that I am I feel I am entitled to it. She shall be back in a short while. Come along Erin." Whilst we walked through the hotel in order to get access to my town house she said "How I wish I could speak to him like that!" Once upstairs we went into the first walk-in wardrobe which Gabrielle uses and told her to look through the clothes. She wasn't looking properly at first as I do believe she felt a little cheeky however I told her "They're never going to get worn again so you may as well take something!" She pulled out a Victoria Beckham dress which still had the tags on along with Marchesa, Alexander McQueen and Herve Leger dresses. She tried them all on and narrowed it down to the Victoria Beckham dress and the black Herve Leger dress however after deciding that the Herve Leger dress was a little too short for a first time meeting with the parents she chose the one by Victoria Beckham. She said "I have never felt so nice in all my entire life! What size is this?" I said "A six I think however Gabrielle would have had to have it taken in in order to make it a size four I imagine" she said "Oh christ! I can't breathe as it is! Lord knows how I'm going to eat!" Following this we went back downstairs to the kitchen and I opened various cupboards to see where Gabrielle's shoes were. Once I had found the designated area I looked for boxes labelled with Christian Laboutin and took them out. As the dress was black she merely required a pair of black closed toe pumps which we found no problem and took them with us back upstairs. In front of the mirror she put them on and grew 6 inches saying "I have wanted a pair of these for ages, yet they're far too expensive for me! These are gorgeous! I swear I shall be careful with them and bring them back to you" I replied "Don't be so absurd! If it's here it's not used and what's more she lives in L.A now so that just emphasises my point. These are merely emergency clothes. Plus, at my parents house alone she has about fifty pairs of Laboutins so she isn't going to miss those.. Keep them!" I then rummaged through an open trunk which was beneath one of the clothes rails for a clutch and gave her a ridiculously oversized one by Jimmy Choo. This she loved also and swore she would return however I said "Well I hope you don't mind but it's last season so it shall never be used again. Keep that too and the dress." She refused but I said "Darling, she bought the entire collection just to be supportive of Victoria and wore 8 of the 10, this one hasn't been worn and she has a new collection out now. Keep the thing for heavens sake!" I then looked in a holdall which was on the floor for some jewellery and said "These may have to be returned. Here, wear these." I gave her an 18k gold bangle from Tiffany's and a Bulgari watch along with a ring from Cavalli. With the entire outfit on she looked amazing! Whilst she looked at herself in the mirror for a while I browsed through what else was in the wardrobe. There were three pairs of jeans thrown in a heap on the floor citizens of humanity, seven and Prada, all of which had began to loose colour around the bottom, thus would never be worn again. I said "Here take these too, they're just making it look untidy" she said "Kyle no!" However I simply pulled out a paper carrier bag from Chanel and dropped them in along with the clutch, jewellery which she was handing me and the shoes which I placed back in the box and into the bag. Whilst she went and changed again I found a dress bag hanging up from YSL and put the dress which she handed to me in there and then gave it back to her along with the Chanel bag. She said "Thank you so much Kyle! I cannot tell you how much I appreciate this! I'll nip in sometime in the week and let you know how it went" as we walked out of the wardrobe I spotted picked up a couple of handbags which were lying in the middle of the floor to throw them under the clothes when I noticed on of the Fendi Spy bags was fraying at the seam so I gave that to her also. It was barely visible however, I know Gabrielle (and my self) and things which are slightly worn will not be used. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On the Thursday before Easter I was at my parent's house and asked my mother where we would be spending it when she replied "The country house in Italy dear..." I almost died. It's so boring! She then said "Jackie you and your husband can decide where you would like to spend it, take your pick of any of the properties and feel free to charter a jet if you wish" I complained and said "Why don't I get such treatment? I'm going to be bored out of my brains whilst Jackie here gets the choice of any luxury property. Why mother, why?" she laughed and said "Kyle you sound like a six year old. We are going end of story" I gave up fighting and walked over to Jackie and said "You see, it's almost worth putting up with me just for that isn't it" I then, feeling rather childish, decided to swoop her off her feet and have her lying in my arms. She screamed as I did so then said "Kyle put me down" I ignored her and only put her down when my mother insisted I did so haha. Gabrielle phoned me and said "Guess who I'm just on my way from JFK to have lunch with.." I asked who and she said "Marc Jacobs!" I said "Oh marvellous. What are you wearing?" She replied "Well I had this dilemma myself. I didn't want to look like some sort of obsessed grope-me or something-" I asked "Grope-me?" She replied "Those girls who follow around bands and sleep with them etcetera" I corrected her "Groupie" and she said "Oh is it? I always presumed it was grope-me because I guessed that's what they did... Anyway so I opted for a vintage chanel outfit consisting of a high waisted skirt with a blouse and two tone tights but I feel too smart.. I think I might go and put something a little more casual on, this just isn't me!" About 40 minutes later she phoned me back and said "Right, now I'm wearing a pair of black skinny Alexander Wang lace/denim pants with a black trapeze top from Maje with ruffle detailing with a pair of metallic strappy black and silver Alexander McQueen heels with the Himalayan diamond hardware Birkin you got me for my birthday and a new Balmain leather jacket with shoulder pads... Do you think that's adequate or too casual?" I said it sounded fine and she said "Marvellous! If my boss were to see me she'd crucify me. What's more if my colleague who flew here with me and is currently dining with Zac Posen saw me she would most probably do likewise! I think I'll just wear a rolex with it and aviators... I shall speak to you later, love you." A number of hours later she phoned me back and said "Oh my dear lord! That went so well!" I asked what happened and she said "Well I walked in and he looked me up and down and said 'Someone's budget isn't small, a hundred and sixty thousand dollar birkin... I like it! I love your outfit too!' that was like a weight lifted off my shoulder so I said 'Oh excellent! One has to differentiate somewhat from what I'm told to wear in order to portray style and a sense of being on trend. What's more no one likes a suck up, hence the reason I'm not draped head to toe in your latest collection. It goes without saying that I simply adore it!' and then he said 'I love your accent! And I'm relieved, everything you said was completely true. What size are you? Zero?' I told him I was and then he guessed that my boobs weren't entirely my own thus I could completely relax once he'd said that! He also asked whether we had met before and then remembered me when I told him of all the occasions.. Anyway, after an hour or so we were still talking and I was telling him about my birthday party and things and he said 'Are you friends with Geneivive Jones?' I said no but that we'd been at the same parties and things and then he said 'You two would get on like a house on fire, I'll arrange it!' Isn't that just amazing!" It was actually. Miss Jones is a socialite who no one really knows anything about other than PR firms are constantly giving her clothes to wear to get them in the public eye. She then went on to say "What's more, right before I left he said 'Gabrielle that firm of yours is lucky to have you. I'm sure I'd be able to find you a position here if you ever felt you wanted to leave' I was thrilled but I told him I didn't particulary want a job and that I was just going to get this wretched degree over with and then decide what I am going to do with regards to a career, if have one at all... I want to dance!" Haha. I asked Gabrielle what she was doing now and she said "Well my boss called and said that my colleagues meeting with Zac Posen isn't really going all that well so I'm going to salvage what I can of that and then I'm going to Saks to purchase the entirety of Marc's collection and then catching a jet back to L.A I think. I shall ring you later. Love you!" Unsurprisingly she did phone back when she was waiting for her jet in the airport to say that the meeting with Zac also went very well - "I walked in and surprise surprise, my colleague was wearing a Zac Posen skirt, top and bag, needless to say she was a little shocked by what I was wearing, however regardless of her opinion the first thing Zac said was 'I love what you've put together!' He's really not so attractive which I was quite shocked by, I expected him to be. A little annoying too. As we were leaving he gave me a card and said "Call me when you're next in the city.. We'll go for lunch!' I do say, I should own this company, I have brought them so many clients and contacts it's unreal!" I laughed "Have you told Mum and Dad? I'm sure they'd be extremely proud of their little PR guru! Oh and by the way, we're going to the country house in Italy for Easter" she replied "NO! Kyle tell her! They don't understand, there is nothing to do! It's a vineyard for crying out loud! Are we allowed to take friends" Negative. Eventually she reluctantly said "Right. I shall see you there on Saturday, I think I'll get a helicopter from the airport..." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Sure enough when Saturday came around my parents and I got a jet (no other option as airlines don't fly there direct - that's how bad it is) to Umbria and then had cars take us to the country house. The villa its self is lovely. It's exceptionally large and set in a vineyard with 7 bedrooms and an enormous pool. There is nothing worth writing about as nothing happened. I remained there until Thursday morning as Gabrielle and I had received messages the night before informing us of a party which was being held in Los Angeles on the Saturday. The two of us along with Maddox and Bambi took a jet to LAX that day and arrived there that evening. Finally some civilisation! Gabrielle went to work on the Friday and then on the Saturday day time we were bored. We thought about what to do and decided we'd go to Universal Studios - random I know! I was dressed down in a pair of Abercrombie & Fitch shorts along with a Marc Jacobs polo and some Gucci monogram pumps whilst Gabrielle wore a white summer dress from Fendi along with a pair of black suede fringed ankle boots from Christian Laboutin and a leopart print Jimmy Choo clutch. We got there and paid for VIP tickets enabling us to queue jump etc. and went on the rides. It was hilarious! We went into the haunted house first and Gabrielle deafened me all the way around with high pitched screams and then ran through one section which lead to a mirrored walkway and ran into her reflection and fell back on the floor haha. As we neared the end of the house she was petrified and so got on my back and put her sunglasses on and closed her eyes so she didn't have to endure anymore. I was completely unfazed by the characters haha. Following this we went on Jurrasic Park which was highly amusing and we both loved so we purchased the picture taken haha. Upon exiting the ride we crossed the road to go on the mummy and were grabbed by one of the characters from the mummy. Gabrielle screamed yet again and then stopped and said "Oh my Kyle... Look at his body!" The man was on stilts wearing no top and had makeup on his face and contact lenses in in order to make him look a little scary - not attractive. Nevertheless, his torso was oiled tanned and chizzled and he appeared (beneath the makeup) to have an attractive face. Gabrielle took one of her new business cards which she begrudged carrying with her out of her clutch bag and put it down the front of his pants so that it was still popping out and said "Text me... If you like men, he'll have you" and then the pair of us went on the Mummy ride haha. If my mother knew... </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Upon arriving back at the the house I said "Gabrielle I do apologise, I'm going to have to invite someone round. It's been far too long!" She said "Ugh, fine. I shall go to Rodeo Drive and do a spot of shopping. Do try and be quick. I have no longing to walk in to the house only to hear sickening sound effects." I phoned a friend who was going to be at the party that evening and invited him round. Within half an hour his BMW was parked on the drive and we were upstairs haha. It was even better because I had been waiting haha. As he was leaving Gabrielle arrived and entered the house with 4 rather large shopping bags, I asked whether she was wearing anything that she had bought and she said "No, I just bought them..." haha. I began getting ready shortly after Gabrielle's return home and put on my newly purchased outfit consisting of a new Alexander McQueen white shirt which was unbuttoned to my chest with a lightweight YSL summer scarf in blue with a pair of navy blue pants from Merchand Drapier, a pair of brown Dolce & Gabanna oxfords a gold watch from Bulgari. Gabrielle was wearing a rather short black dress from Louis Vuitton which was ruffled at the bottom and had jewelled detailing at the waist, she wore with with some incredibly high black and white lace up platforms from Giuseppe Zaniotti, a patent leather studded clutch from Marc Jacobs and a pair of studded driving gloves. Once we were finally ready we called or a chauffeur and had them take us to the venue. Whilst in the car I messaged Elliot to ask whether he was going to make it to the party and he replied <i>Unfortunately not. I decided to stay in St. Barts. Ring me tomorrow. </i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The party was excellent. It was abundant with friends of mine not to mention the good looking men... I compared six-packs with Zac Efron! I won of course as mine borders more on an eight pack than a six haha. He is so good looking! I had an excellent night with a man whose name I did not get and on Sunday I did nothing other than lie on the beds by the pool and sleep haha. I am exhausted! My birthday is coming up next month which I am not looking forward to! I have made the decision that I shall now think of it as a big party held in my honour, not a birthday. Twenty-one is simply <i>the </i>best age! The party planning has been left in the hands of Gabrielle along with help from Kelly. It ought to be good! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Speak soon.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Much love, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Kyle. </p>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-58315551484432409632009-03-30T14:16:00.000-07:002009-04-19T14:40:29.775-07:00New York and California... 30th March<div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I do apologise for my absence with regards to the blog however one has been somewhat busy haha. When I last wrote I said how I was in the process of organising going to Los Angeles whilst Gabrielle made arrangements with work. That was easier said than done. With it being the end of fashion week her presence were required, it goes without saying that Gabrielle did not care in the slightest whether she was needed... She did not want to be there, end of story. Whilst out shopping I recieved a message from Gabrielle saying <i>I despise this wretched job! They are under the illusion that I am currently running errands - lunch? </i>I met her in Pastis and discussed going to Los Angeles. Me being the bad influence I am sent a message to my father's Personal Assistant telling her to book two flights and then instructed Gabrielle to tell them of her departure. Whilst dining she recieved a phone call and said "ugh, it's the bain of my life calling... Hello... No, I'm out to lunch... For crying out loud if you think I care then you are mistaken. What's more I would like to inform you that I am going to Los Angeles regardless of whether you forbid me or not. I am willing to continue working for the company in Los Angeles offering my networking skills and contacts for your benefit however nor would I mind leaving the company and working for a rival, offering my beneficial qualities to them." She then put on a smile and happily said "Either way I don't mind. The choice is yours dear." She turned off her phone, cleared her throat and said "Well, not quite the outcome I was intending on, nevertheless, I am extremely thankful. I have no job!! Now for heavens sake let's go to America!" </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Whilst in a town car on the way back to The Plaza Gabrielle received an E-mail from my mother saying <i>I have just been informed of your resignation/dismissal from your internship. Gabrielle I am not impressed. I shall speak to you about this later x </i>Gabrielle just said "How on earth did she find out a matter of minutes afterwards?" She then received another from my father saying <i>Gabrielle what is this your mother tells me of your dismissal from your internship? </i>At which point I received a message on my IM from my father saying <i>Kyle have been subjecting your sister to your bad influence again? Why is it that when you happen to be with her she gets fired from the job she has been working surprisingly well at for quite some time now? </i>Gabrielle laughed at this scandalous message to which I replied <i>I may have known I would somehow be dragged into this. No father I am not to blame and in order to prove you wrong I shall aid her in finding a new internship whilst in Los Angeles. </i>I sent that and then added <i>... We're going to Los Angeles in a few hours. Could you inform the house keeping staff in Beverly Hills please? </i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><i></i><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Gabrielle recieved a rather lengthy lecture from my mother whilst on the way to the airport however paid no attention what so ever. Instead she focused her attention on messing with the new diamond I-Phone she received as a birthday present from someone at her party and merely said "Yes mother.. Why of course" at various points throughout my mother's speech. It was mid afternoon and Gabrielle and I were exhausted when we arrived in Los Angeles. Having only been to the Beverly Hills home once before my memory of the house was that of a rather lived in home with extreme potential. My mother being the woman that she is obviously did not settle for a home which could possibly be described as 'lived in' thus, after going through the electric gates and down the new heated marble driveway the house looked a little different. This was nothing. Once inside the entire interior had changed. A new kitchen had been fitted, new staircase, the pool modernised, walk in-wardrobes had been created, an extremely contemporary spacious office behind a glass wall with a curving desk fitted with two Apple computers and at the other end of the room a meeting area, what's more all of the bedrooms were completely redecorated (mine all black with mirrored furnishings, including a four poster bed.) It was divine! When we entered the house, prior to our explore, there were a number of items placed on the island in the kitchen. There was a note which read <i>We realise we may have been slightly harsh on the pair of you with regards to Gabrielle's decision. We do apologise. Love Mum and Dad xx </i>For Gabrielle there was a new Jimmy Choo leopard print handbag and for myself I received a piece of luggage from the new Gucci British collection. I phoned them to thank them and then went to bed haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">In the morning I woke early and went running through the Hollywood Hills with Gabrielle and then returned to the house to shower and change. I just put on a tracksuit as Gabrielle came downstairs and said "Can we go to a spa somewhere?" I went to the garage to get out the car, but neither Gabrielle or I liked it. It's a Bmw X6 - I do believe my parents purchased it just for keeping here as it fits plenty of luggage in. We made the decision to hire a more attractive automobile thus we phoned Jackie (my father's p.a) in order to acquire the address of a car hire place. We decided upon a Bentley convertible after much thought and drove ourselves to the spa. We resulted in spending the majority of the afternoon there and then made a joint decision to have a night out. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I put on a John Varvastos shirt with a pair of grey Karl Largerfeld pants and some Gucci shoes whilst Gabrielle wore a rather short modified blue sequined backless dress by Pinko with black tights and some Louis Vuitton tribal shoes. I searched my phone book for contacts in Los Angeles and sent a few messages to those who I remembered and then drove Gabrielle and myself to The Mondrian hotel where the car was taken and we went up to the Skybar. Inside the bar was abundant with glamourous clientele however no one who I recognised. People stared at Gabrielle and I as we passed and took a seat by the bar. We ordered some drinks and a rather good looking male leant over and said "British and beautiful, some-" Gabrielle butted in and said "Well noticed. Now let's not dwell as I have no longing to hear the second part of your sentence. I doubt it's going to be anything which will make me remotely inclined to do so much as have a conversation with you, never mind anything else" he then said "and stuck up too" she looked at him with a smile on her face and said "We have already established that your observational skills are more than adequate, there is no need for you to emphasize my point. Now if you'd be so kind as to go away. Your presence alone is making me want to leave." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After a few drinks Gabrielle and I were sat talking and a girl passed who was dressed rather nicely, she looked at me in a flirtatious way then looked at Gabrielle and her face dropped before lighting up again and coming over. She said "Babe!" Gabrielle returned her hug and looked at me blankly, I merely shrugged my shoulders as I had no idea who she was either, the girl went on "I spotted your boyfriend here and when I saw you I thought, bitch! But then I realised it was you" Gabrielle said "He's my brother, not my boyfriend" her face lit up and she said "Oo" Gabrielle then crushed her dreams once more when she added "and he's homosexual" her face dropped once again and she said "Oh fucking hell! I spotted you at Gabrielle's party but I was with my boyfriend and couldn't get rid of him so I couldn't introduce myself and when I was finally with the girls I couldn't find you. May I say that that was one fan-fucking-tastic party, wouldn't you agree Gabrielle?" She said "Well not quite the description I would use however yes t'was exceptionally good" "Fucking hell, you have good taste, Kyle is it?" I had no time to answer "That was better than some of the partys we throw at work and that's our job! Anyway Gabrielle, how is work?" Gabrielle said "Well.." and the girl barked "Don't tell me you fucking quit!" Gabrielle blinked and moved her head backwards with every syllable and then said "Yes I quit.." Gabrielle looked a little scared and the girl, once again, continued "Well, you don't seem the kind of girl who likes having a boss but wh-" Gabrielle looked disgusted and said "Excuse me? What are you insinuating?" The silence was blissful however it didn't last long and then she barked "Oh nothing babe! Just you seem like a daddy's rich girl who had a nanny when she was little you know the kind.." This was comical haha. Gabrielle still looked disgusted and said "Well, evidently first impressions do count and seeing as I still, despite having just endured this conversation, don't know who you are" she looked her up and down "my first impressions of you aren't so ravishing." Gabrielle gave a 'bitchy' no-teeth smile and said "Now I do believe there is no reason for this conversation to continue. Good evening" Gabrielle turned back towards an extremely entertained me and took a sip of her cocktail and looked at her i-phone and said "Oh marvellous" It was only then that the dumbfounded girl walked away, Gabrielle watched her walk away and then said "Cow! How dare she. What's more she is far too big to look good in Herve Leger!" I laughed and said "Nevertheless Gabrielle, all what she said is entirely true" she said "Yes Kyle I am aware of that but I do not need to be told by other people do I?" At that point a few friends - Jamie, Jodie, Elisha, Cassie, Holly and Jake arrived. Jodie works for a record label, Elisha, Cassie and Jamie are models and Jake works in finance for one of the fashion houses. All very attrictive of course. Jamie took a seat and said "So.. I'm thinking get drunk here then off to meet the others in Area." Gabrielle and I had already had a couple of drinks each thus we stayed off the hard liquor. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once they had sucessfully intoxicated themselves and Gabrielle was wanting to dance and could not stop laughing we decided we were somwhat drunk and to go elsewhere. We ended up being in a club named Element and due to the Black American Express cards which Gabrielle and I possessed we walked straight in and received VIP treatment (just the way I like it.) Our table was excellently situated within the nightclub enabling us to catch everyone's attention as they passed haha. All night we were seeing people who Gabrielle and I knew which was good, and then it got better haha. Gabrielle and I were stood at the bar talking and she burst out laughing and said "Kyle, do excuse me if I am mistaken, however is that the boy who claims the title of being your only boyfriend ever stood behind you?" I was a little shocked and turned to see him. Laughing, I caught his eye and his face dropped. His name was Stephen and he looked better than I remembered, last I heard he was doing promotion events for Aussie Bum... Inevitably he was overwhelmingly good looking and well equipped seeing as he was so privelidged in becoming my boyfriend haha. That was a number of years ago now... Being my somewhat intoxicated self I walked over laughing to myself and went and said hello. He introduced me to his friends as "Kyle McQuillan. I was his first boyfriend however the relationship only lasted, how long was it Kyle, 2 days? And he managed to cheat on me twice in such a short space of time. Have you come to tell me you've changed your ways?" I laughed and said "Well, firstly it was a day and half" I was slurring "and secondly, you were my first and <i>last </i>boyfriend. What's more, I have not changed my ways, I still have the same intercourse pattern consisting of several different people per week" I smiled and he and all his friends began laughing. I then put my arm around his shoulder and added "I suggest we have a little catch up this evening" I could see Gabrielle curled over in fits of laughter staring at me on the phone to someone. Writing this I am cringing haha. It is safe to say that my inhibitions were non-existant... Stephen laughed and said "You really haven't changed have you? Unfortunately Kyle I have a boyfriend..." I rolled my eyes and said "Yes, what difference does that make?" his friends began laughing once more and he said "This is why we ended our relationship Kyle, because of things like this, I do not want that to happen with my current boyfriend..." I said "Please! A relationship? Stephen, that was no such thing. We only had sex four times in the space of the two days for crying out loud. When I'm in a relationship I expect it to be more frequent than that... It was just sex with the added label of 'boyfriend.' Anyway, what does it matter" he replied with "Kyle, that boyfriend of mine is stood right over there" he pointed out a man who was ok looking. Someone who I would turn to as a last resort were there nobody else available in a club. I looked back at him and said "You are turning down someone who looks like this for him?" He laughed and said "Ego hasn't shrunk either I see... Grown if anything" I told him I was "Merely stating the facts" and then, for some inexplicable reason, stopped a passing girl who was pretty and said "Excuse me, who would you rather sleep with, him, or me?" She looked at the other man and immediately said me whilst her friend said "I needn't look at anyone else, it would certainly be you" I looked at him and said "You see" then turned back to the girls and said "Can you actually believe this man is turning me down for him?" She started fanning herself and said "Oh jesus... The thought of you two. Excuse me" I turned back to him and said "Honestly Stephen. What is the thought process behind your absurd decision... That girl was about to orgasm on the spot for crying out loud" I heard Gabrielle burst out laughing once more. Stephen also started laughing and said "You are certainly still Kyle McQuillan only with better looks and an expanded ego" I then said "Yes and you asked me out then and loved the sex then. I can assure you it will be far better now" I whispered in his ear "That's a promise" and then before he had chance to protest, kissed him. When I got back to Gabrielle she was still laughing and I took her with me to find the others and said "I will sleep with him tonight Gabrielle. I can assure you of that." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I didn't see Gabrielle for the rest of the night and text her saying <i>I have no idea where you are and have no longing to search through this mass of people to find you... See you at the house x. </i>Later on, whilst I was in the midst of the crowd dancing someone came behind me and whispered "Let's go" haha, t'was Stephen. I said "I knew you'd come back haha. What happened to the boyfriend?" He said "Don't worry about him, I'll deal with that tomorrow" he was kissing my neck and it was amazing haha. I took him to the bar and flashed my card to get the attention I wanted and then ordered a rather large, expensive bottle of something (I think it was Vodka, I am unsure) and asked Stephen what number his table was enabling me to send it to his boyfriend. I also told the waitress to say it was from his 'admirer' haha. I phoned a car and went outside with Stephen to wait for it to arrive. I don't know what I was doing but all of a sudden I heard Gabrielle shout "Kyle!" I turned around and she was about a metre in front of me and shouted "<span style="font: 13.0px Arial">présage!" A lift in ballet involving me catching her and lifting her at arms length over my head. Usually rehearsed as opposed to given a fraction of a second's notice. I of course only realised what she was saying after she'd jumped and so she just flew into me and the pair of us went plummeting to the ground. I think she may have landed on her feet I am unsure however I certainly did not. I lay there for a second and then said "Ouch... Minor concussion." Before Stephen pulled me off the floor and said "Come on, car's here." I was in pain! Gabrielle was repeatively trying to apologise, only she couldn't get her words out for laughter. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">The driver dropped Gabrielle off at a hotel and took myself and Stephen back to the house. Once at the door I checked my pockets and then said to Stephen "Erm, do you have my keys?" he looked at me and said "Kyle, tell me you are joking" I replied "No, quite serious.. I don't have them" he said "Kyle although you may not like to admit it you are just like your sister." I meanwhile took out my phone and he asked who I was ringing I told him Jackie and he asked who she was to which I relied "My father's assistant" he said "Oh is she nearby?" I said "No, she's in England" and he laughed and said "Merely supporting my point..." I punched him and he came behind and wrapped his arms around me and began kissing my neck at which point Jackie answered and I slurred something along the lines of "It doesn't matter" and went round the the back of the house with Stephen. We collapsed onto one of the four poster beds which were around the pool... I needen't go into detail of what happened next as it goes without saying that it was overwhelmingly amazing! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">I woke at 5 o'clock stark naked on the bed with Stephen (also naked) lying next to me. I was freezing, still drunk with a huge lump on the back of my head! He must have felt me fidgeting as he shot up and almost scared me half to death. Once awake he too was freezing and stood up to search for his clothes which had been flung in every direction however jumped into the pool instead. I said "Shall we try and break into the house?" He said "I'm sure that things such as break ins were taken into consideration when building this house and all the necessary things have been done in order to make it almost impossible to do... Come here, I can think of something to keep us warm" I stood up and stumbled a little as I wrongly presumed I would have regained my balance which was clearly a mistake and then got into the pool to join Stephen and what do you know. We were off again haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">By the time we had stopped I was like a dried up Satsuma I was so wrinkly. I jumped out of the pool and grabbed my phone and rang Gabrielle to tell her to hurry and come home because I had lost my keys to which she said "Where have you been all night?" I replied "... On the beds outside, experiencing a minor case of hyerthermia, now do be quick." She said "I shall I shall, I have no reason to stay here anyway, he wasn't all that good. How was Stephen?" I told her I would talk to her about it later and she hung up. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">I remained in the pool with Stephen whilst we waited for Gabrielle to come as it was heated and somewhat warmer than outside. About 15 minutes later Gabrielle was at the doors which lead out to the pool area knocking as she didn't know how to open them. I tried to help her but I couldn't get out of the pool as I was naked so I phoned her and said "Gabrielle it's really not that hard" she stomped her foot and said "Kyle, this rather challenging! Why we have to have such complicated door mechanisms I will never know. Oh sod it, just come through the front door" I said "Christ! Well just go upstairs so that you don't witness your older brother naked" she looked at me and said "KYLEEE! Not in the pool!" I told her we didn't have sex and we were just swimming. Lies haha. She's blonde and gullable though which works to my advantage sometimes. I put my underwear on (which almost instantly went see through, white - not advisable when dripping wet) and went upstairs. Stephen used my shower and I went to use the ensuite in one of the guestrooms, however went back to my bathroom to get my toiletries from the shower... Stephen was already in there showering and looking rather attractive whilst doing so. Neither of us could resist... </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">By the time I was finished in the shower Gabrielle had already changed, dried her hair and done her makeup and was sitting in the drawing room. Stephen and I went down, him wearing my clothes and sat with her, discussing the previous night. It was then that I was told of Gabrielle sending me flying to the floor, I then began to feel the pain as I rubbed my hand over the rather large bump haha. I offered Stephen a lift home which he accepted and then Gabrielle said "Oh, let me get those shoes out of the car first." I went and got some sunglasses from my room and then went outside. When I got there Gabrielle had her back to the garage with her legs open, holding the handle and pulling upwards towards her. I watched for a moment and then she changed positions and turned the face the garage, placing one shoe against the door and pulled. I then decided, after her providing me with some humour that it was time to intervene. I went over and typed the code into the keypad which was disguised in the wall at which point the garage opened automatically and she said "Oh." She opened the boot to reveal three handbags and a pair of shoes. Already she had managed to litter it. She removed her Laboutin shoes and threw them into the boot and swapped them for the Gucci ones she got out. At that point the phone began to ring and I heard a pip at the gates of the house. Rather than going back inside to see who it was I pressed the button on my keys to open the gates and a BMW came down the drive with it's roof down and a male sat in the drivers seat. Gabrielle waved and then said "I shall see you later, I'm going for lunch with Baron." Stephen and I got into the Bentley and put the roof down and then he said "Was that Paris Hilton's brother?" I replied "Yes Stephen, it was" and accelerated somewhat rapidly down the sloping, bending driveway. About 5 minutes into the journey Stephen said "Are you purposely trying to get pulled over?" I told him to be quiet and made no attempt of slowing. When we got to Stephen's house I said goodbye and then did something which is totally unheard of, I gave him my number haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">I went back to the house and went in the gym for a couple of hours and then went running around the hills. Following this I went shopping for a short while and purchased 6 pairs of sunglasses and a pair of shoes and then went back to the house. When Gabrielle got dropped off again by Barron bearing some 15 bags and threw them all in the foyer and said "I'm going for a dance... You haven't left the gym in a mess have you?" I said "That was rather random" she said "Actually not, look what Hannah just sent me" she showed me a picture on her phone of one of her friends stood on one foot with the other bending upwards touching her head whilst holding a glass of wine, the subtext read <i>Are you out in New York this evening? </i>she then showed me a message from Elliot in which there was a picture of him on an ice skating rink, mid jump/spin where the subtext read <i>Come back to London! x</i>. My parents had strategically designed the gym so that it doubled as a dance studio for Gabrielle enabling her at times like these to leap around the room to her heart's content. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">For the rest of the following week we didn't do all that much. I recieved a message from Stephen saying <i>Excellent! The boyfriend correctly presumed I had slept with someone else seeing as I disappeared from sight and I wasn't in my apartment when he went round. As you can imagine he ended it... </i>I replied saying <i>Come round to celebrate! </i>He messaged back with a short <i>Kyle... </i>and I said <i>I would like to say I'm sorry however I am not... I enjoyed myself far too much! In my view it is a change for the better... Would you look at that. You cheated on a boyfriend, that makes you as bad as me haha. </i>Gabrielle went out to do some shopping with Baron again last Saturday whilst I met with a male friend (not Stephen - someone else.) When she returned, once again with many shopping bags she said "Ugh, guess what I have gone and done like a complete imbecile!" I asked what whilst all sorts of things such as crashing a car, leaving her bag somewhere or accidently tripping and breaking something in a shop rushed through my head then she said "Got a job! I don't know why I did it!" I could breathe "I had university ringing me up moaning as usual and Baron said he'd come with me because then it's showing that I do infact have good contacts and it went rather well. I start a week on Monday..." My phone started ringing and it was Jackie. I answered "Hey Jackson!" she said "Hello there Kyle. Are you with your sister? If yes, put me on loudspeaker." I did so and she continued "Your parents were planning on surprising you however I thought it would be best to forewarn you. They will be landing in LAX in about 3 hours time. Knowing what the pair of you are like I thought it would be best to let you know so that you can evict sleeping partners from the house and perhaps make an attempt of cleaning up..." I looked around the room at the shoe boxes which were on the floor, the shoes, I had left about 3 hoodies on the floor thus it wasn't too tidy. I said "Jackson, don't be so absurd. Ring the house keeper" she said "Of course how idiotic of me, I shall do so now. Are you both aware that - please excuse me, I must be having an off day evident from all of these stupid comments, of course you don't know it's Mothering Sunday tomorrow" Gabrielle said "Arr really... What have you got her?" she replied "Gabrielle I have not got your mother anything as she is not my mother. I often wonder how the pair of you survive by yourselves..." I laughed and said "Jackson you do realise that I have the authority to dismiss you" she merely replied "Kyle, use your brain. Think of the effects of making such an idiotic rash decision. You would have to teach everything and win someone else over so that they warned you of surprise visits from your parents etcetra. I am quite simply the pinnacle of personal assistants. Without me, neither of you would have phones, your parents would know about the countless times you have crashed their cars and I have had them fixed unknowing to them, they would have walked in on you actively having sex (especially you Kyle) hundreds of times, neither of them would have recieved birthday, wedding anniversary, mothers day and fathers day gifts ever. You see without me, you really are quite useless" I replied "Yes however without us, you and your husband would not embark on glamourous holidays to Paridise Island, Barbados, Dubai, Beverly Hills and Aspen prior to Christmas as well as all of the other family homes you've visited, you really would not experience a glamourous lifestyle..." she replied "Well as much as I would love to sit and talk to you sweet sweet darlings some of us do work for a living thus I must be going. Good day. Oh, they're bringing your dogs.." she hung up leaving me and Gabrielle with excitement for Maddox and Bambi's arrival. My mother took Bambi back to London post Gabrielle's party.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">The house keeper arrived in good time to tidy the house whilst Gabrielle and I drove to the shops to search for something for my mother. After much discussion during my rather speedy journey to Rodeo Drive we decided the easiest thing to do would be to purchase my mother an entire outfit. We went in what seemed like more or less every shop and eventually purchased an Oscar De La Renta silk dress along with a pair of the Lucy Platforms by Gucci and a Fendi clutch all in all coming in at just short of four and a half thousand haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">When we got back to the house we were getting out of the car when two blacked out SUV's pulled up behind us - mother and father had arrived. Gabrielle completely forgot to act surprised like the imbecile that she is however our excitement for seeing the dogs seemed to hide our knowledge of their arrival rather well. After greeting one another my mother went inside and said "So, do you approve of the decor?" Gabrielle and I both told her we adored it and she said "I am extremely surprised to see that the house has remained tidy, although Kyle, why is there a shoe flung in the back garden?" I tried to think why when I recalled the rather active sex Stephen I had outside, presumably it got kicked off during the intercourse thus I non-chalently said "I have no idea..." Gabrielle then spoke up and said "Guess what!" My parents looked at each other with a complete lack of enthusiasm, evidently dreading what she was about to say when she said "I got another job!" The tone in which she told them differed somewhat to the tone in which she told me haha. My mother said "Oh marvellous Gabrielle, I am so glad you did so! Where is the job located?" Gabrielle said "Here so I shall be moving for a while. I may have to fly back to New York to collect some belongings first though." All of a sudden she was angel child. My father said "Well seeing as we've arrived and you have a new job we ought to do something to celebrate. What do you suggest?" Gabrielle screamed "MALIBU!" and my father said "Very well, I must go for a short meeting in the city first however I shan't be any longer than a couple of hours. My father left in the chauffeur driven SUV which was still outside whilst my mother had a rather lengthy discussion with someone about work and I played with Maddox. I got repetitively told by my mother to stop making him hyperactive by chasing him around the house and then whilst having a play fight with him Gabrielle said "Oh Kyle! Please grow up" whilst she lay on the couch giving caviar to Bambi whilst talking to her like she was a baby, I would have come back with something only Maddox begin to tighten his jaw around my forearm haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">At around half past 5 my father returned and due to him telling my mother we would have a prompt departure to Malibu I went outside after Gabrielle to put my cases into the car. However there was one more car. In the short time my father had been out he had collected/purchased a black Lambourghini Gallorado for Gabrielle. When she got outside the front door she screamed and my father stepped out of the car and said "Here you go darling, well done for taking it upon yourself to get another job.." At this my jaw dropped. I could not believe she was getting a car for simply getting a job! It was completely absurd. I was not impressed! My mother then joined us outside and said "Gabrielle we do expect you to stick at it now and peresevere through times of boredom and stress." Gabrielle continued with her excitement whilst my blood began to boil. My father noticed my obvious frustration over the issue and came over to say "Kyle, don't be a brat now. It is important we encourage her." I began to protest and he merely shushed me and said "What's more, for your twenty-first you got one of the largest apartments in the Plaza which was somewhat more expensive than what Gabrielle got." I said "Father, I got an apartment she got a house and now a car for simply getting a job. A job which she only got because of her social status, it's not as though she has had to work exceptionally hard in order to get it!" With that I stormed inside and went to my room. I was rather annoyed. Once upstairs I rooted through my suitcases and found the Hermes address book entitled California... My Black Book. I took that along with my ipod and phone and went back downstairs. I put my suitcase in the boot of the Bentley, put Maddox on the back seat and got in the car. My mother said "Aren't you going to go in the car with Gabrielle, we can take Maddox" I replied "No, I shall meet you there. You all drive far too slow and besides, I'd much rather be alone." I put the roof down, plugged my I-pod in and turned up the stereo before accelerating rather quickly past them all without saying another word. I saw my mother and father look at each other in the mirror... Swines! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">During my drive to Malibu I phoned Elliot to moan at him. Once I'd told him he failed to comprehend why I was in a mood merely saying "and..." This was not what I wanted to hear. I barked "What do you mean and Elliot?! Are you completely retarded?" I was getting myself more worked up so I just turned off the phone and threw it on the seat then turned the music up even louder and accelerated even more. I pulled over at one point to put the roof up as I was getting rather cold and then took the opportunity to phone Elliot back. When I picked up my phone and had a message off my mother saying "Kyle drive safely please and do try to not be in a mood." I also had 9 other messages from friends asking whether I was in Milan, Rome, Madrid, Barcelona and London to see whether I would go out haha. Elliot answered the phone and I said "I'm sorry..." he said "It's quite all right, I have developed a thick skin after suffering countless tantrums on your half. Nevertheless Kyle I do believe you are over reacting slightly. Your father was right, your apartment will have cost an awful lot more than Gabrielle's house" I said "So, she had an enormous flamboyant party" to which he replied "As did you Kyle in a sense..." We spent time in New York followed by a while in Miami then sailing around the Caribbean on that enormous yacht if I do recall. Your parents paid for all of that including the £5,000+ we spent on beverages between us on a nightly basis." Very true, then he added "And how many cars do you have at home?" I replied "5" and he said "Yes and Gabrielle has two... Now please be reasonable, you know your parents will make it up to you anyway, they always do." Correct again. I asked what he was doing this evening and said "Not a lot, it's rather boring here, people are all over the place due to mother's day and Easter etc." I asked him to fly out to Beverly Hills and he said "I may just do so, I shall see about booking a flight for tomorrow. Failing that I shall get a jet." I then said "Well prior to your departure will you go to my house and get my skiing attire. I think it my clothes may be in one of the walk-in's on the third floor and my skiis and snowboard are in the kitchen cupboard I think behind the shoe boxes oh and bring my goggles from the oven or if they're not in there try the cabinet in your room, well, the room you often sleep in should I say. If you are unable to find it then it is not to worry, I shall simply buy new things. Do ensure you bring your own things too, I feel a trip to Mammoth would be good..." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">I sent a message to a man named Josh who was described as <i>Part time model/personal trainer, amazing in bed, met at Kelly Kutrone's party. Spends weekends with clients in Malibu. Owns beach house. </i>from my Black Book. Once I had reminded him of where we met he immediately jumped at the offer to meet up. Thankfully he was at his beach house so, after inspecting Gabrielle's new home (which was absolutely gorgeous!) I left Maddox and my suitcase and went round. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">A few hours later I returned to the house where Gabrielle's new Lambourghini was parked and went inside. My mother and father were sat watching television and Gabrielle was on the balcony in the midst of a phone call. My father made an attempt at lightening my mood by saying "Who was the lucky chap of the past few hours this time then?" My mother shot him a look which he fully understood as he immediately shut up and then she said "Are you ok my dear?" I told her I was fine, I simply could not be bothered dwelling on the fact I was in a bad mood and changed the subject to inform them that Elliot was arriving. Upon me telling my father that we may go skiing in Mammoth he said "Arghh... Allow me to join you! When will you be going?" I told him I didn't know and he said "Well do inform me... Your mother and I are required in Las Vegas at some point next week... We are aiding with the prevention of a hotel closure via investment. Isn't that spiffing?!" Not really... Although, having a rather hefty share in what I imagine to be a rather good hotel in Las Vegas means I may have as many friends as I want there and garuntee the penthouse suite haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">Maddox was driving me insane jumping up to chest height through excitement of being near the beach thus I went and put on a pair of shorts and a low v-neck t-shirt and went running with him for a short while. T'was rather fun haha. We raced one another by me throwing a stick and making him wait and then shouted "Go!" and the pair of us raced to get it, on this rare occasion I won however as soon as I returned upright with the sick in my hand maddox jumped and took it back and continued running haha. Gabrielle then appeared out of nowhere and said "I think I'll beat you in a race Kyle.." I laughed and she said "Ok, let's have one" I agreed to the little challenge, although I was a little apprehensive. It had been a while since I had actually raced Gabrielle, usually we just jog together... She picked up a piece of branch and said "We'll run to this" she threw it and it landed a couple of metres from her feet, she just said "Oh... Here Kyle, throw this it'll go far." She handed me her blackberry, which, at her demand I threw. We got ready and I heard my father shout "Go Gabrielle! Do us all a favour and bruise his ego!" Swine, Gabrielle called back "Oh I shall father." I was now determined to win. We set off going at exactly the same speed, I was sprinting and I believed Gabrielle was too, however once we were about a third of the way to the phone she sped up and went right past me, I did likewise however she was now going quicker and was a fair bit ahead of me and before I knew it we were at The Blackberry. Gabrielle hadn't realised this of course and was still running into the distance like an idiot haha. I shouted her and she realised and came walking back holding her breasts. I asked what was wrong and she said "Breast pain... I almost knocked my self out with them" she then moaned for a while and said "You'll have to carry me back I'm afraid, I can't walk" I said "Gabrielle do be serious dear" she put her arm around my neck and jumped her legs up for me to catch which I did and carried her inside. Once on the balcony she said "Maddox, wait there" and I went inside and placed Gabrielle on the couch then went outside and showed and example of shaking to Maddox to make him do likewise which he did and then brushed his legs. We didn't do all that much for the remainder of the evening.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">In the morning I woke rather late and went downstairs to see my mother with Gabrielle. When we got downstairs my mother was in gym clothes and juding by the sand on her feet she had been running. We said "Happy mother's day" to which she replied "Well you do surprise me, I didn't think you would remember, thank you darlings" I went to get her presents from the boot of the Bentley. She absolutely adored the outfit which she received and kissed us both saying "Thank you" countless times. A short while later the door bell went and Maddox started going balistic. I opened the door and Elliot was stood whilst his chauffeur unloaded countless items of luggage from the SUV. I invited him inside where I asked how he found the house to which he replied "I spoke to Jackie earlier.." and then dived on Maddox. Once in the living area Elliot gave my mother a shopping bag and said "Happy Mothers day Camilla! I do apologise for the intrusion." She said "Oh Elliot don't be absurd. You're welcome any time. You needn't get me a present!" She opened the Gucci bag and pulled out a shoe box and then took out a pair of the new Iman triple ankle strap platforms which she loved and then hugged and kissed him. Angel child haha. Whilst my mother and Gabrielle had a conversation Elliot whispered in my ear "I've just stepped off an eleven hour flight thus my needs are somewhat self explanitory... Let's go to a hotel." I asked my mother non-chalantely what she was doing and she said "Well Gabrielle and I are meeting with the interior designer at The Ivy in Los Angeles, I think your father may come with us. Why do you ask?" I just told her no reason and went upstairs to change. I didn't really end up changing though as you can imagine. Not long into the enjoyable little session I heard my mother shout "Kyle dear" not far from my closed door. I jumped upright and then Elliot jumped off the bed and ran into the ensuite whilst I bent my whole body downwards towards my straightened out legs in order to hide a certain something from my mother's eyes. She opened the door and said "Kyle what on earth are you doing" I just replied "Stretching" and she said "Very well. The three of us are going out now so we shall see you when we return." Once we heard her go back downstairs Elliot came back out and said "Christ!" I said "I know. I feel like a seventeen year old again!" We picked up from where we left off and continued for the majority of the afternoon..." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">Later that day my father messaged me to say that we were going out for a meal for mother's day and that they had purchased outfits and would change at The Beverly Hills home thus we were to meet them at the restaurant. I replied asking what car they had gone in and my father said "We all went in the Bentley, why do you ask?" I then messaged Gabrielle asking permission to drive to Los Angeles in her new car, she reluctantly agreed haha. Prior to leaving my father said "What do you suppose we go straight to Mammoth after the meal? Bring the Bmw and all of your attire. I shall purchase mine there..." With that Elliot put mine and his skiis in the boot of the Bmw along with our ski clothes and we took a couple of cases. Following this I gave the keys to the Bmw to him and told him I would meet him at the restaurant. Meanwhile I got in the Lambourghini (which isn't a patch on mine, not as fast either... Mine is Versace for crying out loud haha.) Whilst on the way Elliot messaged me to ask how fast I was going as I had just sped past him haha, I replied saying <i>It's the car, it's the car! </i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">We had a lovely meal and afterwards we all got ready for our departure. Elliot, my father and I got in the Bmw and said goodbye to Gabrielle and my mother. I insisted upon driving first to give us a head start and so Elliot took a seat in the back, my father in the front and I drove rather quickly for the next four hours. After this I couldn't be bothered driving anymore as it was too dangerous to go fast (or so I was being told) so my father and I swapped places. When we finally arrived we were all exhausted and my father stopped at The Village Lodge and we all went inside to the lobby. My father handed over his card and said "Two of your best rooms please, Elliot attempted to protest but I just told him to be quiet. Once we had keys we all went to bed. Post intercourse Elliot and I agreed to meet on the slopes in the morning. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">The following morning I left Elliot asleep (still not on Los Angeles time) and ordered some room service whilst speaking to Gabrielle on the phone. She told me how she had taken mum to a hotel last night so they could make use of the spa amenities and then drive back to Malibu following some shopping that afternoon, however, she happened to bump into a man whom she knew and left my mother in the suite alone for her to worry all night of her whereabouts. Inevitably leaving Gabrielle in a somewhat sticky situation this morning haha. Once I had eaten I went with my father to a ski shop to purchase some clothing and skis. Once inside the shop he went to the counter and said "Please could you be so kind as to show me your most expensive ski suit" however, after realising it would take him quite some time to buy it and go back to the hotel in order to change I decided I would simply meet him there. So, Chanel skis in hand I headed up the mountain. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">Whilst at the top of a mountain I recieved a phone call from my father and Elliot to say they were just on the ski lift on their way up when a certain gentleman caught my eye. I looked in his direction and smiled then I hung up and maintained eye contact. He was incredibly good looking! I smiled and put on my Tom Ford sunglasses once again and when I looked to the side the man had put on his googgles and was bending, ready to start on his snowboard... I presumed he was challenging me to a race. I laughed and without hesitation started going down. I added in a few jumps and cut infront of the man several times on the descent and, what do you know, won haha. I went and got back onto the ski lift and once I had taken my seat the man came and sat next to me. I smiled and said "Good attempt chap" he laughed and said "I do believe this was how we met last time Kyle" my initial thought was oh my life, I cannot go anywhere without being in the presence of someone I have slept with when he said "You don't remember do you?" I replied "Not in the slightest, no" he leaned closer and said "Perhaps this will help you to remember" and began kissing me. If it wasn't for the fact that he was very good at kissing I would have vomited there and then through total digust of the line he had just delivered haha. Once he had finished he said "Help at all?" I replied "No, however it did give me insight into what any future experience would be like... Promising" he then went on to suggest that we went to his hotel room, however I declined and said that I would do so once I had skied for the day. I got off the ski lift to see my father looking for me and excused myself from the man, telling him I would see him later when he said "Why the sudden escape?" I replied "Not that I have to explain myself to you however my father is stood over there and doesn't really approve of my promiscuous lifestyle" he looked from me to my father and said "Jeez.. Your Dad is potential sex material, he is hot!" Disgusting. Without another word I went over to my father. The look on his face instigated a smirk on my face and he said "Honestly Kyle. Is there a chance you could stop thinking about your sexual desires for at least a few hours? I am managing fine, I am beginning to think you have some sort of addiction" I replied "Yes father you're old.." he replied "44 Kyle, believe it or not your mother and I still have intercourse." I exclaimed "Err" as I was completely repulsed and then said "That was completely unnecessary father. Please!" he looked rather shocked and said "Kyle, how do you think I feel when I can hear you and Elliot in Malibu yesterday afternoon and again through the walls of the hotel last night?" Oh. My. Life! I almost died. I cringed beyond belief, all the muscles in my neck tightened and my toes curled and then he merely said "Yes Kyle, point obliterated." My father Elliot and I met up again at the bottom of the slope and whilst on the ski lift my father was on the phone to my mum, thus I took the opportunity to talk to Elliot. I turned my back to my Dad and mouthed "He heard us last night!" however he simply said "What are you saying Kyle?" I repeated it and he put his hand over his mouth and then mouthed "Really?" and bit his bottom lip clearly embarrassed to be with my father haha, meanwhile I was doing my best not to audibly laugh and then once I could finally speak said "Twice!" Only to make Elliot's little panic worse and my laughter uncontrollable haha. My father remained on the phone at the top of the hill and Elliot said "Kyle that is horrific!" I said "Oh crikey, calm down! Gabrielle told me once that he walked in on us but neither of us had any idea. It's not the end of the world..." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">That evening I did sleep with the man whom I met on the slopes and Elliot also joined in haha. The following day I had a minor disaster on the slope. Whilst approaching the bottom of the slope my sunglasses fell of which resulted in me being blinded by the sun and then all of a sudden I fell and about 7 children landed on top of me. My legs were spread and I had skis on top of my head and children standing all over me laughing. I too was laughing, and freezing at that, all I had on was a skin tight Lycra thermal t-shirt thing so as you can imagine, the cold was reaching my bones rather quickly haha. I heard Elliot laughing and then take a picture of the vast amount of children on top of me and then the instructor who was responsible for the children helped me up... I slept with him too. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">My father flew back to Los Angeles on Wednesday and met my mother at the airport and then went on to Las Vegas whilst Elliot and I left Mammoth on Saturday afternoon and arrived back in Beverly Hills in the evening. Gabrielle, Elliot, myself and a few others had a couple of marvellous nights out whilst there before returning to London with Maddox and Elliot yesterday. I am now exhausted! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; min-height: 15.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial">I currently don't have all that many plans whilst back in London. Upon my parent's return they have a business dinner which isn't terribly exciting however Gabrielle and I have been instructed countless times that we are "required to be there, regardless of prior commitments as it doesn't portray a very good imagine if they don't have the support of their family." I am told there will be all sorts of business men from across London there - how exhilarating... Although, on the plus side, there shall be a room abundant with good looking men (some from the stock market) wearing fine fitting suits. Marvellous!</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> </div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-66061559242935899592009-02-24T14:07:00.000-08:002009-04-19T14:40:29.776-07:00Gabrielle's birthday and fashion week... 23rd February<div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Gabrielle's birthday celebration has been on my agenda for quite some time, thus I have been on the phone to people there and even embarking on short trips in secret myself in order to organise something. Since her birthday was the day prior to Valentines day (13th) I flew to New York on the 10th in order to spend some time with her. Upon my entrance to The Plaza lobby I went straight to the reception desk and asked whether they knew if my sister had company; thoughts of walking in on her and another man were quite simply sickening. After being told that she had returned from work alone not too long ago I presumed it was safe to go and let myself into my apartment, the one which has been commandeered by my sister. Surprisingly, I opened the door to a relatively tidy foyer. After greeting one another she said "I do apologise for the minor untidiness, I have been allocated a new house keeper and she's only just grasping where everything belongs... So what are the plans?" I sat down and said "Oh Gabrielle please. I have only just arrived, I need a little respite first..." she said "No you imbecile.. For my birthday!" I told her "On Thursday we shall leave for London and dine with Mum and Dad in the evening. They would come here however they have an important meeting in London on Friday and are required to be there unfortunately. Nevertheless, we shall return to New York on your birthday and upon our arrival shall get ready for the event which I have planned for you." She replied "Oh that sounds marvellous dear.." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Just as planned, when Thursday arrived Gabrielle and I flew home and dined with our parents in the evening. In the morning Gabrielle came and woke me up as she had been doing every year since she was 3 and we went into my parents bedroom to wake them. When she woke them, after saying Happy Birthday my father said "Still doing the same tradition on her 21st as on her sixth, would you both like to climb into bed with us as you did when you were younger too?" I looked at my Dad with an expressionless face whilst Gabrielle gave an enthusiastic "Yes!" to his question. Of course this prompted him to make me get into bed with them also, after several "Come on Kyle"'s in a somewhat annoying baby voice, I reluctantly got into bed with them. My mother told us of a time when I sang happy birthday to Gabrielle on her birthday in French and then presented her with a birthday present haha. I have always been the loving brother haha. We got out of our parents bed and went to the drawing room to give Gabrielle her presents. From me she received two new Birkin bags which I had made to order, one is called 'Himalayan' and is brown and white whilst the other is 'Blue Brighton' both are crocodile and both feature diamond hardware. Yes, they cost a minor fortune. Following this she was given a Louis Vuitton portfolio which had a ribbon tied around it... My initial thought was 'what on earth have they got her one of these for' however Gabrielle's excitement lead me to think otherwise. When she opened the poffolio she removed some papers which displayed images of her new Malibu home. It was divine! The final piece of paper gave a telephone number and a quotation from a magazine which stated "California's best and most exclusive interior designer." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After having a special breakfast made for us by Jake my mother and father came downstairs dressed for work. My father in a Tom Ford suit and my mother in a high waisted Roland Mouret skirt with a fitted blouse, a pair of Bottega Vanetta shoes and a tan Birkin handbag. Upon seeing her shoes Gabrielle said "Mother what are those shoes?" My mother looked at her feet and said "Bottega Vanetta... Are they hideous?" Gabrielle replied "They're a nice pair of shoes only the heel is about 3 inches too small.." My mother went immediately back upstairs and came down wearing a pair of Marni shoes with a different coloured Birkin to match. Gabrielle then said "This is obviously an extremely important meeting seeing as you're leaving me on my birthday, therefore I think it's wise you both match, meaning, father, you ought to go and change your belt and shoes..." He looked at her about to say "Do be serious" or something to similar effect but my mother had already examined him and said "Actually, yes. I agree with Gabrielle.. Go and change them." They apologised sincerly for their departure (several times) and then left. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Dressed in a pair of Dior jeans and an Alexander McQueen smoke jumper along with my Dior watch and a pair of vintage boots, Myself and Gabrielle, who was wearing a modified Alexander McQueen hot pink twisted tank, with a pair of Thomas Wylde leggins which had chains on the outside leg, a pair of Balmain/Giuseppe Zaniotti gladiator heels and a patent leather Marc Jacobs bag to which she had tied a black and pink Alexander McQueen scarf, had Jackie take us to the airport. Once checked in I treated Gabrielle to a glass of champagne... A glass lead to two and two lead to three. Before I knew it she was drunk and I was heading in much the similar direction. As we were paying no attention what so ever the lady in the first class lounge informed Gabrielle and myself that the flight had boarded and that they were calling our names. With that in mind Gabrielle and myself attempted running to the gate which didn't quite go as planned due to the fact that Gabrielle was experiencing excruciating pain from her new shoes haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we finally reached the gate we showed our boarding passes and went straight on board. Once inside the hostess' closed the doors almost immediately and told us to go down the right aisle to our seats. We walked more or less the length of the plane (in sunglasses) and received glares and looks up and down from almost everyone haha. When we got to our row, there seemed to have been a mistake. It was a row of four and in economy. Gabrielle looked at the row number and her boarding pass and said "Perhaps there's another row forty, let's carry on..." I said "Gabrielle, I think this is it." She looked at me and said "Kyle do be serious." Everyone was looking at us haha. An air hostess approached and said "Excuse me, could you sit down please, the plane is taxiing now." Gabrielle replied "Well if you'd be so kind as to show me to my seat then I will gladly do so." The lady looked at our boarding passes and said "These are your seats" Gabrielle said "Well clearly there has been a mistake, I am flying in first class" the hostess replied "Unfortunately this flight does not offer first class, please be seated." Gabrielle was not happy and said "Well can we just go back and I shall go via other means, I cannot possibly sit in that pathetic excuse for a seat for the next goodness knows how many hours" the hostess replied "The plane has now unfortunately left the terminal so we cannot go back. Please sit down." Gabrielle looked at me and said "Kyle, I am contemplating killing you at this moment in time." I said "Gabrielle I was completely unaware of this! I didn't book the flight." The hostess said "Ma'am!" Gabrielle just said "Okay okay! Kyle McQuillan I hate you." she sat in her seat and said "Oh this is absolutely absurd! I feel like I'm sitting on a concrete bollard in the middle of Trafalgar Square. How many people do they wish to cram into such a small space. Ugh! Kyle!" The pilot began speaking on the intercom and Gabrielle said "I cannot understand what he's saying.." I said "That, Gabrielle would be because it's in German" she said "Why on earth are they speaking in German?" I said "I don't know.. Maybe there's a lot of german people on the flight..." The captain began speaking in English and said something like 'welcome aboard this flight from London to Amsterdam, the flight time should be around 1 hour.." Gabrielle and I looked at one another and then she repatively pressed the call button on and off so it pinged and shouted "Miss! Miss! Help! Miss!" She then got out of her seat and ran to the galley and said "Help! I'm on the wrong plane!" Seconds later she came back out with the stewardess more or less pushing her back to her seat whilst Gabrielle said "You don't understand, I'm going to New York, not Amsterdam!" Gabrielle sat back down and the hostess said "This is a connecting flight for many, I imagine you will catch one from Amsterdam to New York upon your arrival." I then joined the conversation and said "Ohhh... I did wonder why we got two sets of boarding passes. I presumed it was just incase we lost them. I never look at them so I didn't realise." She slapped me on the leg and said "You idiot! What now? Land in Amsterdam where I can get harrassed by some imbecile high on space cake on his way to the red light district?!" I didn't reply and she said "How far are we from the runway?" .. As if I was supposed to know. She fished in her bag and got out her Blackerry and phoned Jackie. I heard her pick up the phone and Gabrielle blurted extremely quickly "GetMeAJetFromAmsterdamAirportInAnHourBye!" and then turned the Blackberry off and put it in her bag., she then sat up in her seat and turned around in her seat and said "I do apologise for being late chaps.. I'm on the wrong wretched flight as it is, well, I'm actually on the righ-" the stewardess said "Ma'am we are about to take off, please sit down and face forward!" Gabrielle said "Jeez, does she not have anything better to do than pester me!" </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once airborne Gabrielle was bored and started fidgeting. I ignored her and then after messing around in her bag she said "Kyle, I'm bored!" I asked "What would you like me to do about it?" She replied "I don't know... Scratch my back" I looked at her as though she was ridiculous and she said "It's my birthday!" As requested I scratched her back and she grabbed my bag from between my legs and started messing in there. As she found different things she would say them aloud "Sunglasses, sunglasses, wallet, ring, ring, ring, bracelet, dollars, euros, oh Kyle look what I've just found" she pulled out a Rado watch and then threw it back in "contraception, contraception, contraception, contraception, much much more contraception" I said "Gabrielle is that completely necessary?" she replied "No.. Sorry dear. What's this?" She pulled out a Hermes notebook which I took from her and said "The list for your party, I have been lugging it around for weeks!" I put it back in the back and she said "Oh marvellous! T'is rather exciting. Let's have another drink to celebrate my birthday!" She pressed the call button again and said "Miss, can my brother and I have a glass of champagne" the hostess said "The crew will be serving drinks shortly so you may have a glass of wine then" Gabrielle handed her ten pounds and said "I don't want it shortly, I want it now please." She brought a wine glass and poured the wine in "Gabrielle said, you could have allowed me to try it before pouring it all in..." She tasted it and said "Ugh. That tastes like urine, Kyle don't drink it." She took the wine from me and handed it to the couple next to us and said "Would you like these?" Gabrielle turned back to the hostess and said "What else do you have?" She finally opted for Malibu which we drank and she said "Do you remember when we were about fifteen and you went into that shop in London and gave the shop keeper fifty pounds so that we could have a bottle of this and get drunk at that sleepover we went to?" I said "Yes and Gabrielle I also recall you merely sniffing it and becoming intoxicated." She said "I did not just sniff it, I think I had half a glass and was completely unable to stand up... Was that the night when I fell and couldn't do pointe in school for weeks?" I replied "No Gabrielle, that was the time I told you the chilli's were fruit and you ate them and resulted in drinking mum's wine in order to cool your mouth down." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once we had landed in New York Gabrielle and I took the chauffeur to The Plaza and we began preparation. I was recieving messages by the minute (quite literally) from mostly unknown numbers looking for an invite to the party. Most were rejected with the exception of a couple who sent me images of themselves, those who were good looking were wrote into the Hermes agenda beneath the already 300+ guests. By the time 4 o'clock had arrived Gabrielle was beginning to stress. Jackie was on loudspeaker in every room in the apartment running through things with me as I ran from room to room whilst she was also on the phone to Cavalli, hairdressers, makeup and the venue. Finally someone was escorted to the hotel room by the concierge bearing a Cavalli dress bag and a Louis Vuitton case with a tape measure around their neck - Cavalli's people. More or less as soon as I closed the door there was another knock and the hair and makeup girls had arrived. Gabrielle claimed she didn't want me to see her dress as she wished for it to be a surprise for everyone as the only person who currently knew what it was like was my mother - the person who, I imagine, spent tens of thousands on the garment. With Gabrielle's wishes in mind I packed a Louis Vuitton case and left the apartment which I previously believed was mine. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On my way to the foyer I rang Elliot asking where he was accomodating, to my luck he replied telling me he was in the suite at The Pierre thus I only had to go across the road. Once at his room he opened and said "Kyle I realise it's a complete imposition, however is there any chance we can have intercourse before the party, I quite literally beg of you!" I began to object however, the unresistable little swine that he is, once he began kissing my neck I could not refuse haha. I ensured the pleasurable experience didn't last for hours which is the norm and then began getting ready. I had already purchased my new Gucci suit and had it tailored to ensure a perfect fit. Once I was changed and my hair was done I looked at my Blackberry again (bearing in mind it had been a mere 10 minutes since I put it down) 32 messages and 13 missed calls. I scanned through who had messaged and as most were unknown numbers I deleted them and read the ones whom I knew the sender... I was now stressing. It was now half past seven and people would begin arriving at the Rockerfeller Centre any time from eight onwards ready for Gabrielle's arrival at 9.15 ish. I was busying around the suite on the phone to multiple people at once whilst trying to organize myself. I shouted bye to Elliot and left to return to The Plaza. I went straight to the concierge and said "I need a p.a... Immediately" I glanced around the lobby and noticed a pretty receptionist whom is always pleasant and said "Would it be possible for me to have her for the evening?" The concierge agreed (afterall I am a very important guest within the establishment.) I approached her and said "Darling, I realise this is a little out of the blue, however I require your assistance therefore you shall come with me to a party this evening. I shan't lie to you and tell you that it will be a chance to relax however I can assure you it will be more interesting than this what you endure on a daily basis" she was a little shocked and didn't really reply, nor did I give her an oppourtunity "now you simply cannot wear what you have on as you'll look like my secretary or something. Where do you live?" Where ever it was it wasn't near and then I noticed her hair and said "Oh Christ!" at which point I leant over her desk and dialled my apartment. I had strategically stressed the fact that the hair and makeup people would be required to stay up until the point of Gabrielle's departure just incase something went drastically wrong. I could not cope with one of her tantroms at a time like this. Someone answered the phone in the apartment (I have no idea who) and I barked "It's Kyle. Send the hair and makeup people down to the girl in reception immediately!" I said to the girl "Wait here. What size dress and shoe are you?" When I had her reply I jogged to Bergdorf Goodman's ladies store and showed my black American Express in order to acquire the amount of assistance and people making my wish their command as I required. I picked out a navy blue and black off the shoulder Prada dress along with a pair of new in Manolo Blahnik's, meanwhile I had staff picking out accessories and other necessities. They returned with a Christian Laboutin feathered clutch, a Kenneth Lane cuff and ring plus a pair of Jimmy Choo sunglasses I said would most probably be necessary. The ten minute dash cost just shy of $4,000 and the staff also gave me a Blackberry which they said may be useful. Wise! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once back in the hotel I took the Bergdorf bags to the girl (who's name I did not know) and attempted set up the Blackberry whilst she changed. Lucie's (I discovered her name when I deligated the Blackberry task to the concierge) transformation was overwhelming! Within a matter of minutes she had gone from morbid receptionist to sexy socialite haha. I gave her the phone and the laptop I had been carrying around with me and got in a car. I took the oppourtunity to phone (Dj) Coleman and ask of his whereabouts, he told me he was just leaving Kayleigh's hotel room - typical, seeing as it was vital that he was there upon the arrival of guests I told him I would go and collect him. When he got into the car he was rather underdressed, seeing as he was the Dj I made an exception and he immediately attempted flirting with Lucie "Well hello there. Kyle aren't you going to introduce me to your gorgeous friend?" I ignored him and resuming replying to the countless messages which I was receiving. Once outside the Rockefeller centre, as deisred, the front of the venue looked bland, had hired PR people in a hope of preventing press coming, thus I didn't want to advertise the fact there was a flamboyant party taking place. The girl at the door stood with a computer on a stand which displayed the frequently updated guestlist had a doorman also by her side and handed me an earpiece and a box thing so that she could get in touch with me easier. A little annoying and not what I wanted on my outfit however I hid it and also gave one to Lucie. Before walking in I noticed the girls shoes which were truly horrendous, I commented on them and said "Dear, those shoes simply are not adequate" she replied "In what way? I figured I'd be on my feet all night so I ought to be comfortable" I replied "You got half of that right. You shall be on your feet all night, however your appearance is more important to me than your comfort. I suggest you do something about it. Four inches no less." As Lucie and I passed the lift man she said "Ouch" when I realised: I sounded just like my mother. Haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When the lift doors opened on the terrace level the room looked amazing! Waiters (wearing all black with an open shirt and metallic grey cravate) and waitress' (wearing black fitted dresses, heels and black and grey Alexander McQueen scarves) carried flutes of champagne on silver platters and the extremely good looking bar tenders made cocktails. A large blank picture frame hung on the wall which would contain a picture of Gabrielle which would immediately be displayed upon taken at her arrival. Outside the vast amount of money I had spent on furnishings paid off. The soft seating and low tables looked rather amazing if I may say so and the heaters I had spent money on would certainly prevent any moans of being cold. The art deco theme looked amazing with the crisp white and splashes of grey and black.. I had done a rather good job haha. I had Lucie ensure that all of the waiters and waitress' had their cravates and scarves tied in the same way as I wanted them and that all the waiters had their shoe laces tied and the same amount of buttons undone haha. It was also her duty to ensure Gabrielle was given the Rolls Royce by the hotel and that her arrival went smoothly. I did tell her that she could invite a friend as after Gabrielle's arrival she wouldn't have as much to do. I have no idea whether she did or not. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Gabrielle looked breathtaking when the lift doors opened to reveal her. She was wearing a modified Roberto Cavalli gown. The dress was a grey colour and the top was corset and progressed into grey/black frills at the bottom, which, on the original touched the floor all the way around (like a wedding dress style) however on Gabrielle's dress the frills finished much higher at the front and it seemed the excess had been used to create a kind of train behind. It was gorgeous! (For those of you who wish to see it [as requested, here is the link]: http://www.style.com/fashionshows/review/S2009RTW-RBTOCVLL it is number 44 on the slideshow.) Everyone fussed her and she came straight over to me to thank me for putting it all together for her. From the guests it seemed, on the most part, to be a task of who's who. There was Whitney (former star of the hills, now featured on The City) along with friend Olivia Palermo who Gabrielle and I know, plus a few more of Manhattan's version of my friends and I, including Bee Shaffer (daughter of Anna Wintour) who arrived after Gabrielle's arrival, The Branson children, then of course there were all of our friends from London including Camilla Al Fayed (who brought her own body guard as usual) and Anna Anisimova had also promised to stop by. Then there were the models, Agyness Deyn, Coco Rocha, Lily Donaldson, Jessica Stam, Catherine McNeil, Garrett Neff, Blaine Cooke, Mathias Laur(...) plus the majority of the Victoria's secret 'angels'. I think plus 500 came in the end. At half past eleven I felt a grope on my behind and turned to see my mother and father stood there looking rather spectacular! I hugged them both and shouted Gabrielle over who said "What on earth are you doing here?" my mother replied "We felt awful about leaving you on your birthday so we chartered a jet... You look gorgeous darling!" Within twenty my mother's friends had arrived wearing their fur and botoxed beyond belief, some housewives (a couple were on a tv channel over here) and other's from Conde Nast and places. My father meanwhile was with his Wall Street friends and a few others.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">At around One O'clock Gabrielle made a speech and thanked everyone for coming and then said "however most of all I would like to thank my dearest brother Kyle, who, approximately 8 hours ago I had a great desire to murder after making me fly in economy on my birthday." there was a mixture of gasps and laughs from around the room "Nevertheless, without him none of this would have happened, what's more, for those of you who wished to acquire the details of my party planner it was all Kyle's doing" someone shouted over the crowd "We've all got his details" and Lee shouted back "Every good looking person with a pulse will have acquired Kyle's number somehow..." Everyone laughed as did I however I daren't look at my mother haha. I have no idea what time it was when I decided to leave as I was somewhat intoxicated, however when it came to choosing someone to leave with I was spoilt for choice haha. When just about to step into the lift with who ever it was I had chosen to leave with I felt someone grab my arm so I turned only to be stood facing my father. I had no idea how to react and he didn't appear drunk haha. He steadied me and then said "Who's this you're leaving with Kyle?" I recalling looking at him and saying "Fredrick.." he just said "Christ, how much have you drank? Where is your sister?" I realised she must have left with someone too so said "Oh she was rather drunk so she left with Ellie to go and stay in her suite at The Ritz.." I figured one of us may as well get away with it and he would go balistic about my Gabrielle haha. He replied "Right, well your mother and I are going out with friends now, I shall see you at some point tomorrow. Now I do suggest you get out of here before your mother witness' you leaving with this stranger" I was shocked I got away with it haha, I remember kissing him on the cheek and saying "I do love you father" but he just laughed and said "I love you too now sod off you little drunk." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Post intercourse my phone was still going off and whilst in the middle of texting someone my father phoned. I answered and he said "Kyle! Are you done?" I told him I was and he said "Come out with me and the chaps!" I don't know why but I agreed and so went and put a completely different oufit on and then went back into the bedroom and woke the person who I had just slept with up and said "Excuse me but you're going to have to leave.." he said "Oh" and left haha. I then went to The Pierre and knocked on Elliot's door and made him come out with me despite the fact that he was half asleep. I could not tell you where we went as I am completely unaware however it seemed that my father had followed the rest of the people from the party to another club and once inside he was stood at the bar having shots haha. Elliot dissappeared into the crowd and I went to speak to my father. I realised when speaking to him that he was significantly more drunk than when I spoke to him on the phone at which point my mother rang him. He answered the phone and said "Camilla darling! How the devil are you this evening my dearest?" My immediate thoughts were oh Christ, he's in trouble and then he said "I have no idea where I am my love, however I am with Kyle so I imagine I will find my way out of this establishment somehow, not to worry" he then passed the phone to me and slurred "Your mother would like to talk to you Kyle" I said hello and she said "You as well!" presumably she meant I too was somewhat intoxicated, she then said "Where on earth is your sister? I saw her leaving earlier with a male who she claimed was one of your homosexual friends and that he was going to drop her off at The Plaza. Could you get hold of the man in question just to clarify she is in fact at The Plaza." Gabrielle did not leave with a homosexual; she left with a perfectly straight male whom she had intentions of sleeping with, nor was she on her way back to The Plaza, nevertheless I said "Oh she's fine mother, I went back to my apartment earlier in order to change and she was fast asleep. Not to worry. See you tomorrow." Lies haha. When I passed the phone back to my father he said "What did she want?" I told him she wanted to know of Gabrielle's whereabouts and he said "And she's at The Plaza" I told him yes and then he said "Oh... Why is it that you told me she was staying with Ellie in her suite at The Ritz?" My face dropped and I just stared at him when all of a sudden he seemed sober and said "Kyle.. Where is Gabrielle?" I lied, again and said "She left with Adam" he fired back "Who is Adam... Is he a respectable gentleman or someone who would be inclined to take advantage?" I replied "He's nice, I've slept with him too!" Crap. I have no idea why I said it. My father looked sickened and I said "Father I do apologise that was a lie..." he came closer to me and squoze my arm then said "Kyle, where is Gabrielle?" I turned my head in fear and said "...I don't knoww" he stepped back and just stared at me, I looked at Elliot and mouthed "Help!" When he came over I said "Elliot are you aware of who Gabrielle is with?" however it came out in French and I do not know why, I think it may have been due the fact I wanted to inform Elliot in secret to lie haha, they both just stared at me and Elliot said "Come again?" I repeated my self in English and Elliot said "Yes I believe she left the party with Jason" I butted in and said "See Dad she's fine" Elliot escaped obviously not enjoying the situation and then my father said "Kyle, you ought to take me to this Jason's residence so that we can collect her" I said "Father do not be so absurd! You sound like mother, it is her twenty-first for crying out loud. The girl barely has a sex life and now you wish to hinder it on her birthday. Do be serious.. I slept with four people on my twenty first birthday father-" he laughed and then said "Positively spiffing Kyle!" I stared at him a little confused and said "You father, are peculiar. Stop worrying about Gabrielle she is fine and in the meantime I suggest you let your hair down and have fun!" I ruffled up his hair then kissed him on the forehead and then he said "Oh sod off child" as I walked away, I had only taken a few steps before running back and saying ".. and don't tell mother." He just laughed and said "Kyle, you're cramping my style, I don't want all these ladies who are gawping at me thinking I'm a Dad, I've got to at least give them something, that something being the belief I am available and not to mention in their league" I turned to see a group of stunning models staring at my father and his friends haha. It seems my egotistical personality is hereditary haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I joined Elliot on the dance floor when he said "Sorry I left you. Your father scares me somewhat when he's like that. I always fear he will punch me and there is no doubt in my mind that he would be able to beat me up and I would be almost defenceless in comparison..." I laughed and said "Oh please Elliot! He would never punch you and besides, I personally believe I am capable of beating up my father." Elliot then laughed at me and said "Perhaps in that bubble of yours yes." Shortly, Elliot and myself were joined by other males, all of whom were exceptionally good looking and well groomed. Twenty minutes later I was leaving the club with a Wall Street man to take a car back to his apartment. In the morning I felt like death when I woke up and had the repulsive morning-after-sex-and-alcohol taste in my mouth. After showering and brushing my teeth I went back into his bedroom to look for some clean underwear. When searching through his draws he awoke and said "Well that's a sight I wouldn't mind waking up to every morning. Come back to bed..." I found the underwear, shut the draw and gave a blunt "No." I then proceeded to get dressed and he said "Are you leaving so early?" I showed him that I was fully clothed and said "Evidently" he said "Oh, we'll do this again some time" to which I replied "No. We shan't" I put my shoes on, grabbed my Blackberry which I found had a shattered screen (I did not recall doing that) and he said "Well can I have your number?" As I walked to the hallway I said "No. Good day." The bad mood was down to my complete lack of sleep haha. Once back at my apartment I opened the door to find Gabrielle's dress on the couch and went into her room where she was asleep on the bed wearing a mans shirt with a Hermes belt around the waist along with a pair of boxer shorts and heels... Her morning after attire. I figured, rather than face the fowl mood she would be in just like my self, it was best to leave her and go to bed. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">A couple of hours later I was woken by Gabrielle laughing on the phone. Once I had woken up I heard her shout "Kylie... Kylieee... Kyllieeee..." and the next thing she was stood in my doorway, now in her dressing gown. We discussed the previous night a little and then I asked "What are we doing today?" she looked at me and smiled then said "Why Kyle.. It's fashion week!" She then leaped across the room and performed a piroette out of excitement and then jumped onto my bed shouting "Come on Kylie... Places to go, people to meet, people to discuss... Lunch in an hour and a half dear." Once dressed Gabrielle and I took a car to go and meet our friends for lunch. Judging from their faces (all hung-over) I could tell that everyone had enjoyed the previous night. We discussed the events and found that Lee had enjoyed a threesome with two models, Kelly had been up quite literally all night with a man who "was not sexy in an obvious way, yet had that power thing about him, like Gabrielle and Kyle's Dad which just made him attractive." She then went on to say "Their Dad on the other hand also has overwhelmingly impressive looks!" Kayleigh had slept with a model and last of all Ellie chirped up and said "I have a boyfriend now" I looked at her and said "Why?" whilst simultaneously Kelly said "Err.." Lee said "So when shall we be meeting this fellow?" Ellie seemed pleased and said "Well I suppose you could meet him tonight if you wish, what are we doing?" I looked at Kelly and smiled... Intimidation haha. Whilst ordering dinner Gabrielle asked for a vegetarian meal which was on the menu and then added "what meat is in this dish?" She most certainly is not getting wiser with age haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">That evening when we finally met Luke in Ellie's suite I couldn't help my self but be mean. I asked "So are you going to remain faithful to Ellie?" he said "Well yeah, obviously" I shot back "Why would that be an obvious answer? </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Do you think promiscuity is something which ought to be frowned upon?" he looked a little awkward and said "N-no but," I butted in and said "But what Luke? You clearly don't agree with it otherwise you too would have an active sex life, so tell me, what is it which you find so despicable about it?" Gabrielle slapped me on the leg and said "Kyle! Luke you do not have to answer that" I butted in and said "Yes he does. Not replying to a question is rude, being the good friends that we are why would any of us wish for Ellie to be in a relationship with someone rude?" He excused himself and went to the toilet and once out of the room a smile replaced the serious look on my face and whilst everyone else told me I was horrible Kelly started laughing. Elliot said "Kyle that is awful, what would you do if you were in his position?" I said "Defend my self I imagine as opposed to sitting there stuttering" he replied "Mr McQuillan what would your mother say?" I said "Oh do be quiet" at which point I gasped as I remembered the situation with my father and Gabrielle's whereabouts the previous night. I told her and she said "Ohh Gordon Benett. I do hope he doesn't tell mother. I'm the angel child, it doesn't bode well for me if they know I sleep with strangers on the odd occasion... You're the only bad one and I prefer it that way, I get away with more then!" Ellie re-entered the room glaring at me with Luke at which point I said "I do apologise however I am little bored, well, not bored. There are other things more appealing on my mind... Let me see" I took my Blackberry out of my pocket and scrolled through my phone book, however it was not so simple as the screen was shattered into five thousand pieces and I had not yet had chance to purchase a replacement. I asked Elliot "Who can I sleep with this evening?" He said "Why myself of course" I said "I'd rather sleep with a stranger, it's more fun..." He said "Ugh, well I'd rather sleep with you" I smiled and said "Well who wouldn't?" When he said "I shall permit you to call the shots and what's more... We can go all night" he walked over to me as he said it and came between my open knees and begin kissing me, I lay back on the couch whilst he kissed me and then kissed my neck. Well this was an offer I simply could not refuse. Ellie interrupted the pleasurable experience by saying "I would prefer it if you didn't have sex in my suite right before my eyes" I replied "Why Ellie, I imagine it would be somewhat beneficial to you, witnessing a good sex life. That is, now that yours only consists of one person." Kelly then said "I can't watch them any longer... Hello, yes I'm well thank you. Would you care to join me this evening? .. Why of course" she put on a fake laugh and then said "Well I shall see you in a short while." She put down the phone and the smile immediately dropped from her face and she said "Sorted. Spiffing." I don't know what was wrong with me that particular evening however I felt somewhat mischievous and turned my attention to Lee. I straddled him and said "Would you like to join us too?" He replied "No, now please get off" he attempted pushing me however I merely pushed him back and lifted his arms above his head whilst I kissed him. He attempted to protest and tried to get his arms back down however, one's strength is far superior to his thus he stood no chance. I continued kissing him and even kissed his neck and then whispered in his ear "Well your penis seems to differ Lee" I then proceeded to kiss him on the mouth, it was one of the worst kisses I think I have ever experienced as he had no desire for my tongue to go into his mouth and thus his didn't enter mine, however, he didn't like it which made me enjoy it so I carried on regardless haha. I finally stopped kissing him and made him place his hands on my behind when he said "This is rape Kyle.. I would headbut you however I fear it would come back tenfold therefore I shall refrain from doing so." I said "Kiss me properly and I shall get off you" he did so and it was rather pleasurable I must say. When we finally stopped Elliot said "Ready?" I told him I was and went to get my coat. Whilst passing back through the lounge to leave the suite I said good bye to everyone and then kissed Lee's neck from behind and whispered "Feel free to pay a visit later" I asked Gabrielle where she was staying and she said The Plaza therefore Elliot and I went to his hotel room. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">In the morning I opened the door wearing nothing but a towel to the unobtainable gorgeous man that is Elliot's brother, he laughed and said "Have you two been at it again?" I replied "Why of course! I often wonder whether his sheer talent in the love making runs in the family" he caught onto my obvious attempt of flirting and said "Oh sod off... I've told you before, I'm too good for you. Anyway, would you like to go out tonight?" I said I would and he said "Excellent. We have been saying this for quite some time so we ought to do it. You may bring that annoying little brother of mine along with you too if you wish" I looked him up and down, bit my lip and said "I'd much rather it just be the two of us" haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The rest of the week has consisted of fashion shows, fashion week parties and sex with random people. I actually knew the majority though as, seeing as it is fashion week a fair amount of my peers are in the city. On Sunday a rather peculiar thing happened to me. I was in my apartment alone, Gabrielle was still at where ever she had gone to the previous night and someone knocked on the door. I opened it presuming it would be one of my friends when a gorgeous muscled man stormed towards me and started immediately kissing me. I didn't know what was happening at first and he pushed me against the wall and kissed my neck when I asked "Who the devil are you?" however he began to take off my pants whilst still kissing me and pushing me against the wall so I deemed this as being unnecessary and, well, I imagine you can guess what happened... </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I believe I may be venturing to California soon. Gabrielle is in the process of talking to her boss and may get transferred to the Los Angeles office for a while. As you can imagine, she has threatened to quit about a hundred times already haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Speak soon, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Much love. </p> </div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-13842239953388680492009-02-05T15:43:00.000-08:002009-04-19T14:40:29.776-07:00The past couple of weeks... 4th February<div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">My time back in London has been absolutely marvellous. Last Monday Gabrielle decided to go to a party with a few of her friends from university which was being held in one of their houses. When I say house, I do not mean the kind of establishment where my parents or I reside. I am reffering to a hideous four bedroomed townhouse where the rent is split between five, one of whom sleeps in the drawing room... Not the kind of establishment Gabrielle fits in. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Dressed in a seven hundred pound Balenciaga blouse with a grey Valentino pencil skirt and a pair of Alexander McQueen booties with a red underside and neon pink elasticated strap, she had me take her to the party in my Lambourghini. Even from outside I could tell it wasn't going to be the classiest of parties. Whilst in the car home I text Kelly asking what she was doing that evening when she replied <i>Nothing as of yet, would you care to go out? x </i>I told her I would and went and collected her and took her back to my house. When I walked through the door I heard Elliot shout "Hello" and came walking out of the kitchen with a tub of ice cream. Upon seeing Kelly he said "Ugh, I thought we could do something" to which Kelly said "Elliot darling we are going out. Therefore it is rather beneficial that I happened to turn up out of the blue, this way you can have sex with a complete stranger which makes it all the more fun!" Elliot raided my wardrobe and Kelly put on the outfit which she had brought with her. A few hours later, we were finally ready. I had the concierge of the hotel take us into London in my parent's Rolls Royce (no I didn't ask permission, therefore putting my life on the line with my father haha, that said, I doubt he would mind quite as much when it isn't me driving) and whilst on the way Elliot asked where Gabrielle was, I replied "At a party with fellow students" Elliot replied "Oh crikey, is she aware that we are going out this evening. I can't help but think she would much rather come with us..." I told him she did not in fact know we were going out and Kelly said "Let's go and get her. I have always been intruiged about these student gatherings anyhow." We took a detour and showed up at the house where I had dropped Gabrielle off a number of hours ago. We knocked on the door and the person who answered look at us and then another person walked past and said "They'll be for Gabrielle..." the boy holding the door said "Gabrielle who?" to which the other boy slapped him accross the head and said "McQuillan, who else is it going to be you spaz!" </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once inside it was horrific. I felt as though I ought to have wiped my feet upon entry. I had my hands held by my side and Kelly had her nose and top lip turned up. As we passed the people who seemed to be everywhere they all looked us up and down and the girls nudged each other at the sight of Elliot and myself whilst the boys did likewise at the sight of Kelly, she just looked them up and down and said "Do be serious!" We found Gabrielle rather quickly amongst the dense crowd, she was stood with her elbows drawn in (so she didn't touch anything) talking with a couple of friends. We approached and she looked rather shocked and said "Are you going out?" we told her we were and she said "Marvellous, I shall join you" one boy laughed and said "Look at them all stood tense, fucking sno-" he was about to say snobs but Elliot shot him a glare intended to shut him up, if that didn't do the trick Kelly said "It is to ensure I do not touch anything. This place is an inqubus of plague. How one survives in such squalor is beyond me." The boy replied "Well, we can't all afford maids love, sorry to bring you down from your cloud" Kelly said "Oh I am sorry. On my cloud it was the belief that a maid was a human being, just like the rest of us here. Someone who is capable of cleaning. You make it sound as though those who aren't housekeeping staff are completely unable to keep a house tidy." The boy began to reply and she said "Why are you even talking to me?" She asked Gabrielle where the nearest mirror was and a couple of seconds later we heard her scream. I went into the hallway and saw her stood in the doorway of the bathroom. There was a boy stood over her shoulder looking in at what she was screaming at, he said "What's wrong?" She looked at him and said "What's wrong? Look at it. Is this a breeding ground for bacteria?!" He clearly didn't understand what she was saying and said "No, it's a toilet" She looked at him and said "I believe that term is a little too generous, the average toilet is probably cleaner than this powder room. How repulsive! The cupboards in my kitchen are larger than this!" He laughed and said "Fucking hell haha. How big's your bathroom then?" She got some toilet roll and wrapped it around her hands and then said, "Larger than the whole ground floor of this house." When she got back to Gabrielle and Elliot along with me she said "Let's leave. Immediately, before I catch something. Gabrielle how have you stayed here for such an amount of time?" She replied "Kelly darling, I have remained firmly in this one spot and what's more" she took the Jimmy Choo python bag off her shoulder and opened it to reveal a packet of Swarovski crystal wine glasses and said "I brought my own glasses and alcohol. Needless to say I am bursting for the toilet but refuse to go so the sooner we can leave the sooner I can relieve myself in somewhere where the ratio of urine to toilet seat is not 1:15." She's blonde, she ought to get credit for trying even if she did get the equation wrong. A couple of men opened the door for us, clearly attempting to mimick us, as in their eyes it was as though we were royal family, and watched as we walked down the steps. When they saw the Rolls Royce Phantom parked outside they shouted "Oh my fucking god! Look at that beast. Guys!" All four of us said "Jesus Christ" or something of similar effect and continued walking. Gabrielle opened the boot and threw her alcohol and glasses in there and then rummaged around. My parents had only been gone a matter of days yet we had both been using the car and managed to litter the boot with our things. Gabrielle put her hand into her bag and scooped at a handful of money, makeup, sunglasses and placed them in a clutch she had just found, she got the remaining essential items and then closed the boot and walked to get into the car. Upon seeing the men taking pictures of it and standing next to it as though they owned it she said "Gentlemen please. You are completely lowering the class of this automobile and, being such an expensive piece of equipment that is quite a task so well done! Now if you'd be so kind as to move aside." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once in a place where we felt we belonged: Fifty, we could relax. Whilst in there we saw a few other people who we knew, one of whom was Marisa Miller (sister of Sienna) who was with a few models, all of whom I hadn't seen for quite some time. Marisa said to me "Oh hello stranger, I text you the other day asking whether you wanted to come to Cuckoo but you didn't reply, bitch" I said "Ohh, was that you? I didn't know who it was and I just presumed it was from someone who I had slept with and seeing as I didn't have their number I presumed they weren't anything special... Oh I suppose that description fits you rather well dear" she laughed and said "Darling, that description fits every remotely good looking person in London..." I laughed and kissed her on the cheek and said "How the devil are you?" We joined them and about half way through the conversation Julia, a model who has graced the covers of GQ amongst various other magazines, said "Where is your delightful friend Lee this evening?" Each and every one of them stopped talking and awaited a reply and Elliot eventually said "I believe he is out, I am not aware as to where though, why do you ask?" The girl replied "Well, to put it bluntly... He was absolutely bloody amazing in bed and he is absolutely bloody gorgeous too, rather self explanatory why I would like him here really.." Thinking about it, it is rather comical to think that everyone sat around that table had had some sort of sexual relation with Lee haha. I sent him a message to see where he was and he replied saying "In Vanilla, are you missing me sexual?" ... Evidently drunk. I told him who we were with and he said "I have absolutely no idea who you're talking about. Send me a picture." I replied saying "Don't be so absurd Lee, I cannot do that." He replied saying "You're such a loser Kyle. Meet in 24?" I asked the others who immediately agreed and whilst we made our way across London I got another message from Lee saying "Oh, I'm with a man who knows you; presumably through sex, I didn't ask, I wasn't listening when he told me his name either." I replied saying "... Helpful" and he said "He's a rather strapping young fellow! See you in a moment" </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once at 24 we went straight to the front of the queue as always and once inside we went straight to the bar. The atmosphere was amazing as always and the club seemed to be filled with people who I knew. I spent the first twenty minutes of being in the club with a couple of members of the royal family, followed by a group of men who I knew and then as I walked away I felt someone grope by bum, I turned around and the person began to kiss my neck and then said "I never did get that phone call you promised.." I laughed and as he brought his head up so I could see who it was I had no recollection as to who. I quickly examined him. Oh my. He was divine. I said "Well, if I had remembered the masterpiece which is your torso I would have phoned much sooner" he laughed and said "Ahh, who says I want you now Kyle?" I laughed and began to walk away and said "You remembered my name and what's more, everyone wants me.." When I found Lee I discovered that the person I had just been involved in a short intimate session with was not the person who Lee was with initially, this was another gorgeous man. Another gorgeous man who I could not remember. Lee introduced him as Steve and so I pretended I could remember him, he was a former cricketer turned model and had been on the cover of mens health - I have had relations with these people before (believe it or not.) They are amazing! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">At around half past midnight I went in search of Gabrielle; when I finally found her she was stood with Julia and two other models comparing breasts. I looked around and saw that an awful lot of men were staring as Gabrielle pushed hers together and then watched as Melissa did likewise and then squoze Gabrielles. I went over and said "Gabrielle what on earth are you doing?" She was somewhat drunk and said "I want another boob job, look at Melissa's! Here, feel them" she put my hand on Melissa's breast and made me squeeze it and said "and they just remain like that!" I simply remained silent and left them to it and went to the bar. Whilst stood waiting for my Martini someone came and squoze my bum; it was Elliot, he stood next to me and said "Another one of those please, he'll pay" Twenty pounds gone. I asked Elliot whether he had found anyone to take home and he said "Why of course, I have a table full of potentials." Whilst walking to the table I received yet another grope of my behind. This time it was from the man who had approached me at the beginning of the night he said "Are you going to be an awkward little swine all night just for the sake of it or are you going to sleep with me?" I smiled and said "Well, when you put it so nicely.. We'll leave soon." I went over to the table where the rest of my friends were and as I passed Kelly she said "Oh Kyle, your derriere looks absolutely scrumptious!" That explains the gropes I had been receiving all night long, she then said "Which do you prefer?" she pointed to the men next to her and then said "Or shall I propose a threesome?" I said "Oh a threesome would be splendid, if not, him." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Together, my peers and I occupied the whole table, it was hillarious. At one point I heard a huge slap and turned to see Kelly glaring at the man I told her to choose at which point he got up and left with a hand mark on his cheek, she then leant over and said "Decision made.." Gabrielle text me from accross the table saying "Can I stay at your house this evening with you? I shall remain upstairs" I told her she could and that I was leaving at that moment. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After having only been asleep for a matter of hours after the amazing intercourse, Gabrielle came charging into my bedroom shouting "Kyle, Kyle!" I shot up in bed and she said "I've got to be back in New York tomorrow, what am I going to do?!" I lay back down in bed and said "Gabrielle, why on earth have you just woke me up to ask such a ridiculous question? What do you think you should do?" she said "Errm, ring Jackie?" I said "Yes Gabrielle, ring Jackie." When I finally did get up I went downstairs to find Gabrielle waving a knife around the room. I asked "What are you doing?" She stopped and said "I've got the knife stuck in the apple for crying out loud! Of sod it!" And then she threw the knife and the apple in the bin and sat down at the table and began eating some salmon I presumed she had ordered from room service. The man who I had slept with came downstairs (one didn't get his name as usual, thus we shall call him Jack) and once again she managed to portray her intelligence when she asked whether either of us wanted some Salmonella. I looked at her and said "Gabrielle, do you know what Salmonella is?" she said "Female salmon" Jack looked at me in dispair and I said "She is quite serious" and then she said "Oh, is it not?" I told her that Salmonella was in fact a disease and she said "Oh, well I always hear the expression catch salmonella so I just presumed it was female salmon, like a bull is a female cow." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Gabrielle left for New York that day with another four suitcases (despite the fact she still has hundreds of items of clothing already) there and a couple of days later my parents returned from Milan. When I arrived at the airport to collect them they had a considerable amount more luggage than when I dropped them off at the airport, I said to my mum "I'm guessing he treat you well mother?" she said "Oh absolutely, it was marvellous dear. We had an excellent time!" I said "Oh good, what did you purchase for your darling son?" my father replied "What on earth could we possibly buy you that you need besides condoms which I imagine you get through faster than you do Cristal." I just said "Oh hilarious father." When we got back to their house my mother said "Where's your sister" I told her she had left for New York and she said "Oh of course.. Oh my, did she book a flight?" I said "Don't be so absurd mother, we phoned Jackie" to which she replied "Of course, how stupid of me" haha. They did get me a present, I got a vintage Gucci scarf and a pair of shoes. That evening we ate out at The Ivy and then I went to I think his name was Robert's afterwards. The following night Ellie, Kayleigh, Kelly, Chloe and myself decided to go out. Much to my dismay, as did my father as my mother was meeting with friends also. Kelly came to my parents house with me to get ready and as usual we made no attempt to rush and drank wine whilst listening to music. At one point my father came into my bedroom wearing just his pants and no top, Kelly immediately stopped midsentance and stared at him and then he said "Oh good evening Kelly, I didn't know you were here. Are you going out this evening too?" She said "Oh I most certainly am Haz, we ought to meet up, I shall show you a good time" my Dad laughed and said "Oh Miss Moss I do say! I am sorry to disappoint however I am married dear haha" Kelly laughed and said "Harold, do be serious, I was not insinuating anything of the sort" she then turned her back so my father couldn't hear her and said "although..." this sickened me somewhat and so I asked "What is it that you want exactly?" he said "Oh, I believe you have my Hermes watch" I didn't and so said "Father I have <i>my</i> Hermes watch I do not have yours. Nevertheless you may borrow it. I think it's here anyway, go and look in my wardrobe" he looked at me and said "That is a little vague, Kyle your wardrobe is the size of the average house" I showed him to my watch drawer which was filled with various boxed all packed in. About 5 minutes later he came out and read "Dear Harold, Just a small token to show my love for you, with love, Camilla" and then continued with another note saying "Dear Kyle, I hope you like it and what's more you no longer have to take mine without permission. All my love, Dad... Found in two separate boxes Kyle, each box containing a Hermes Watch. What was that you said about not having mine?" I said "Well I wasn't aware I had it father, now if you would mind leaving." He came over and hugged me and then repeatively kissed me on the cheek and said "I will meet up with you later just to make Kelly happy haha" once he had left I said "He is such a loser" Kelly seemed to have only just come round and said "Kyle, I would let him wrap his arms around me and kiss me at the drop of a hat.. Christ, I'd let him do anything to me at the drop of a hat" I was close to vomiting and she said "Kyle it's torturous, he has a body like yours if not better but he is 40 years old which makes it even better! Oh my life." The next thing my mother came walking in and said "Kelly darling, what jewellery would you opt for with this outfit?" She was wearing a Narciso Rodriguez black sheath dress which had satin stripes on along with a pair of 5 inch silver and gold Python Gucci heels which had suede strap detailing on. Kelly said "You look stunning as it is, I wouldn't wear anything. Perhaps your wedding ring as opposed to your engagement ring and that ought to be enough... Camilla, your legs are amazing! I do hope I look as good as you when I reach forty two years old!" My mother said "Oh Kelly you're such a dear. I imagine you will do, I saw your mother in Prada today, she has an amazing figure, as do you... We're going to meet up next weekend and go for lunch and then do some shopping" I said "Oh really, that's good, where are you going? To La Caprice followed by Harrods?" My mother said "No dear, we're going to Paris for the day. Elizabeth has already booked the jet.." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once finally ready Kelly and I met a rather drunk Felicity, Sophia (who has done an Elle cover) Julia (who has two Vogue covers) and Alessandra (who graced the cover of GQ in her lingerie in June) in Crystal. Stood next to these I felt like some sort of pimp. It was absurd. It seemed that almost every man in the room was staring, even those who were accompanied by females would stare as we passed haha. Whilst in the toilet at one point to men around my age approached me and said "Those girls you are with are fit! Fuck me, where did you pick up a bunch of girls like that?" I looked at him and said "A Victoria's secret party" and left. Haha. Once we had been dancing for quite some time and were now officially drunk Julia said "Let's go and find the rest of the posse, The Met Bar it is my dear friends!" Once at The Met Bar we joined a few more people, some of whom I was acquainted with which was marvellous! After an hour or so of being in the bar I felt someone smack my bum, I turned whilst flashing my dashing smile only to be faced by my father and the restauranteur Marco Pierre White. Marco laughed and said "he doesn't even flinch, it's the norm for him! You've brought this boy up well Harry!" My father then went on to humiliate me even more by going and hugging Kelly from behind, Sophia and Alessandra said "Oh Kelly, introduce us please! You really do sleep with London's finest!" I was repulsed, my father, who was also rather drunk (inevitable when out with Marco) said "Oh please girls! I'm far too good for Kelly" Kelly replied "Oh do be serious Haz. You ought to know by now that no one is too good for me haha" my dad said "You sound just like that egotistical son of mine over there." Sophia, Julia and a couple of the other girls said "Ohh" and then Julia said "Now I see where you get your remarkable good looks from Kyle" I was on the verge of vomiting. My friends were flirting with my own father. After the obvious display of flirtatious behaviour my father said "I am sorry to inform you all that I am married.." They all stared at him expecting him to say more and then Kelly said "A faithful husband girls" and they all said "Oh" my father and Marco began laughing and then my Dad said "So you're all promiscuous little so and so's like dearest Kyle" Julia said "A better term than slut I suppose..." At this point I insisted my father left me and my friends alone and went to socialise with people of his own generation, before leaving he managed to humiliate me a little bit more and grabbed my head and kissed me. Just what I long for when in a club full of attractive men and a vast amount of my friends. Prior to leaving with Ryan I said bye to the the models I had been out with and they said "I shall see you in a few weeks. I need to be on a plane in 6 hours!" I said "Oh crikey, had you better not go and get ready?" she laughed and said "Get ready? I'll go like this if I have to, the only thing I am slightly worried about is whether or not I shall be able to sleep with someone and get to the airport!"</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">At half past 4 in the morning I received a message from Gabrielle saying "I just received the pleasures of father singing Frank Sinatra to me down the phone.. What on earth?!" I would have replied however I was somewhat preoccupied haha. I went round to my parents house that evening for tea. It seems it wasn't just my father who was drunk and managed to humiliate me. Whilst eating dinner my mother said "Oh it was hilarious last night. I was dancing in a club, I cannot remember the name for the life of me, and all of a sudden a group of boys came and joined us, well they were fun so we allowed them and then your friend Lee came over and said 'gentleman, this is Kyle's mother, Camilla how are you?' and then he too danced with me. All of the other boys seemed to back off though at the mention of your name for some inexplicable reason." My father looked at me and smiled whilst my mother continued "It's rather amusing actually thinking back, he is a lovely boy!" I felt like killing myself. I have no doubt in my mind that Lee would have been staring at my mother's behind throughout their dance and using all his will power to prevent himself from groping her. I have no idea what the issue is with my friends and their particular liking which they take to my parents. It is repulsive! After dinner we sat in the drawing room to watch television and a programme about Dubai came on. It was rather good actually. They mentioned the party which we attended a few weeks ago and one of the billionaires on it also the same car as I haha, it goes without saying that I look far better in it than he. At one point during the programme a lady showed the viewers around an apartment and my father said "Ha! I sold the penthouse to that particular building a matter of weeks ago!" My mother interrupted him and said "Harold do be quiet! That lady deserves respect, she has started her business from nothing and has worked her way up. We on the other hand have merely inherited the majority of what we have now, your family lived in a castle in Dublin for crying out loud and had their own army, I imagine her family lived in an average house in London somewhere before achieving what she has." It's nice to witness my father get the verbal lashing as opposed to me every once in a while haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After having watched the programme I received a text message from Kayleigh saying <i>Dubai? x </i>I replied saying <i>No thank you my love, I think there may be a possibility we're going for Gabrielle's birthday which is only next week. </i>Saying that prompted me to text Gabrielle regarding the subject. Gabrielle replied telling me I was to plan her birthday celebration whilst Kayleigh replied saying <i>Kyle, don't be such a bore! We can have a jet in an hours time, Elliot, Chloe and Ellie have said they will come, I think Kelly may be with someone. </i>I thought about it for a moment and then eventually gave in. I got my car keys and my father said "Where are you going?" I replied "Dubai, I shan't be there for long so I shall see you in a few days..." I got the usual "Be careful and behave" from the pair of them, said good bye to the dog and went to my house. I packed a mere two suitcases and took a chauffeur to Kayleigh's house. Surprisingly she was almost ready when I arrived so the waiting time was 15 minutes as opposed to the usual hour or so. Once she had accumulated her suitcases her father and I carried them to the car and he took us to the airport. Whilst in the car he said " You're all guaranteed to have a good time if Kyle takes after his father when he's had a few drinks" I tried to sound enthusiastic but I was anything but when I said "Oh, were you out with him too?" he replied "I wasn't initially but I saw him in Volstead and remained with him until the early hours of the morning when we all stumbled home to our wives" I was thinking "Oh Jesus" but instead the words "Sounds a little familiar..." came out of my mouth. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Due to arriving by helicopter Chloe was already at the airport when we arrived and Elliot and Ellie messaged to say they were almost here. I went outside to meet Elliot who was getting dropped off by his brother (Maxwell.) As usual, I almost had an orgasm just from looking at the unfortunately straight specimen haha. Before going into the airport Maxwell wound down his window and said "Kyle, when are we going to have that night out?" I laughed and said "Maxwell, being desperate is not an attractive trait. If you have such a great desire for me you'll just have to be patient" he laughed and said "Oh do be serious, I'm out of your league Kyle" Elliot pushed me to go inside and said "Please refrain from flirting with my brother Kyle, it is rather sickening." I looked at him and said "Elliot, you have slept with my sister" he said "Ah.. I don't really have a reply for that one..." When we arrived in Dubai we checked in at the Burj al Arab where we were accommodating and went straight to bed, it goes without saying that I didn't go to sleep haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">For the rest of the weekend we shopped, clubbed and slept with various exceptionally good looking people. On the Sunday, post sleeping with a man called Richard from America he went with me to go shopping. As usual I found a vast amount of things which I wished to purchase and took them with me to the checkout when he simply handed over his card and paid for all the six thousand pounds worth; I thanked him in my own special way haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On Monday I decided I was bored and so had my father's p.a book me a flight home. I was flying alone and as usual I was petrified in the airport. Once on board I took my seat next to a woman he looked as though she was in her thirties. I smiled and then completely ignored everyone in the cabin as I attempted to calm myself. Mid-way through the flight the pilot informed everyone of turbulence and as usual I gripped the arm rest as the pilot instructed the cabin crew to also take their seats. This makes it worse as it means it's bad as opposed to them just being concerned for passengers suing the airline. It was horrendous! The plane was repetitively dropping out of the sky and I was holding onto the seat for dear life. All of a sudden the lady next to me grabbed my hand and squoze it while I squoze back. I thought she may have just been trying to comfort me but when I quickly glanced she too was holding on for dear life. It seemed to last for ever and was not getting any better. I honestly thought I was going to die at one point and tears began rolling down my face and when the turbulence didn't stop the girl began to cry too, she was wailing so we held hands whilst gripping the armrest. The turbulence suddenly stopped and the cabin crew got up and carried on walking around. I straightened myself up and relaxed a little bit more and the lady next to me said "Excuse me" and went to the powder room. She returned having redone her eye makeup which had run onto her cheeks. Once re-seated I said "I do apologise for that. I have a somewhat phobia of flying so as you can imagine such things don't bode well for my nerves..." she laughed and said "Oh my goodness do not apologise. I think I would have collapsed had it not been for you. I must have sounded like a complete imbecile wailing like that!" Thankfully the lady helped pass the time for the rest of the flight. Upon being collected by my father I told him of my trauma and as opposed to receiving sympathy I was told "I fail to comprehend how a man such as your self and what's more a son of mine can cry over a bit of a bumpy ride on a plane." Welcome home Kyle.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On Tuesday I woke at my parents house to see that London had been covered in snow. I messaged Kelly to ask her if she wanted to take the dogs out for a walk she replied saying <i>Most certainly, come to my house xx. </i>I put on my Tom Ford fur coat (which cost a mere fortune) with jeans, some Gucci boots and sunglasses and got Maddox in my Lambourghini and set off for Kelly's house at the same time as my mother left for work. Within seconds of being on the road I was forced to turn around. My car seemed to be taking on the role of a shovel due to being so low to the ground haha. When I got back to the house my mother was also re-parking my sister's Ferrari for the same reason. We went back into the house and my father said "What on earth are the pair of you doing?" when we told him he said "Jesus Christ, am I the only one in this family with any intelligence? Gabrielle certainly takes after the pair of you." My mother got the keys for the Audi Q7 so I took the Rolls Royce, I didn't ask for permission of course. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On Tuesday I went and stayed at my dear friend Camilla Al Fayed's house and went shopping with her on Wednesday; she informed me that her father would be on the programme with Piers Morgan on Thursday as it was set in Monte Carlo, a sequel to the previous week which was set in Dubai.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I shall speak to you all soon. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Much love, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Kyle.</p> </div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-14037066355524317132009-01-24T03:44:00.000-08:002009-04-19T14:40:29.777-07:00Making my way back home.. 24th January<div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I spoke to you last I was still on the Private Island in The Great Barrier Reef in Australia. Well, that was short lived. Once I had slept with the majority of good looking homosexual men on the island I was completely lost as to what to do. This was a mutual thought between all of my friends and I. Normally, when the island was at capacity with all of our friends, the evenings would consist of drinks and intercourse with whomever, yet as the amount of people decreased and it resulted in just being Elliot, Lee, Kelly, Kayleigh, Gabrielle, Ellie and Myself the evenings were somewhat boring. We were on a private island - there was nowhere to go. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On one of the days when the boredom had reached day times too we enjoyed a few cocktails around the pool and as usual, Gabrielle was drunk by her second or third one and came up with the marvellous idea of enjoying some Karaoke in the evening. Desperate times - desperate measures. When she suggested it we all looked at one another and Kelly said "Is she serious? How old are we, six?" Gabrielle dismissed this and said "It will be fun!" She took out her Blackberry and rang the concierge. We all listened in to her conversation as she said "Good day, my friends and I would like a Karaoke machine by this evening please - I don't mean one of those hideous monstrosities from the middle ages that they use at those blue coat establishments, a modern one like" she looked at me and said "Kyle what are those things called where you have a remote and you wave it around?" I had no idea what she was talking about and just looked at her blankly "They have them in Harrods... A poo... Oh a Wii or A playstation, which ever one is better. I do not care how you get it or how much it costs, just ensure it is here by this evening please. Thank you." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When the evening finally arrived we had all been drinking cocktails since midday and therefore were on our way to becoming drunk. Elliot messaged us all telling us to go to his Villa where the brand new Playstation had been delivered and so I put on a tracksuit and went. None of us had made any effort what so ever, Elliot, Lee and myself were all wearing tracksuits and the girls were in cardigans with vest tops and tracksuit bottoms, that said - Gabrielle's cardigan was Rick Owens and so probably cost a few hundred pounds, nothing out of the norm haha. Whilst a couple of people from the hotel set up the machine Kelly phoned room service, I think she ordered the majority of food on the menu with the exception of big meals and so we were brought about six bottles of wine, sushi, salad, fruit, cakes and pastries. Before beginning the fun that was Karaoke we all sat and discussed our departure. We said we would leave the following day in the evening and fly to Sydney - the nearest big city we could think of, and spend a few days there before perhaps flying straight home or stopping off in places in between. After about half an hour the wine had gone straight to my head and I made the suggestion of Gabrielle starting the Karaoke.. The things one does when under the influence. Gabrielle of course jumped at the suggestion, just like she would any other opportunity to show off a talent. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">She started off with a Disney song by Miley Cirus and hit more or less every note haha, it was rather good actually as it rates how you sing.. I had no idea. Following this, as it looked rather fun, I joined her and we performed a duet to High School Musical's Breaking Free haha. I am cringing somewhat I may just inform you. As I got up to join her there was a series of groans from everyone except Gabrielle who was jumping for joy, we both said "What?" and Kayleigh replied "You do realise this is supposed to be fun, you two are amazing singers and in comparison we are going to look absolutely abysmal." I smiled and said "Kayleigh you're going to have to come to terms with the fact that not everyone can be perfect like Gabrielle or myself, we are just lucky dear" and kissed her on the forehead haha. We were actually rather good I must say, half way through Ellie said "This is absurd. You're better than Zac for crying out loud" After various songs we progressed onto chart music as opposed to Disney and then the night becomes a blur haha. I do recall walking back to my room with Gabrielle and she was lunging through the air all the way singing "We're soarin', we're flyin'" ... A line from High School Musical for those of you who don't know. I now shamefully do! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The following day I woke up and took my dehydrated self to the pool where I found Elliot asleep on a sunbed and Kelly and Kayleigh stood at the bar. I lay down and removed my top, ordered a bottle of water from a passing waiter and then Elliot woke up. He told me of the headache he had when he awoke and then found sushi in every room of the villa plus a bra hanging from a door handle haha. I said "Can we go back to your Villa in a short while?" he replied "We can go now if you like" I told him I had to re-hydrate first and then asked "Did anyone book a jet last night? I can't remember.." He said he wasn't aware of anyone doing so and then phoned Kelly and Kayleigh who were a mere 100 yards away (I have no idea how far that is, it was a guess - they weren't far) and told them to come over. Neither of them had booked a jet so I said I would do it, Kayleigh said "Oh gosh, we're in the middle of nowhere and want a jet within the new few hours. Will that be possible?" Elliot myself and Kelly all looked at her like she was unbelievably stupid and I said "We all have Black American Express cards and are all important members to the jet clubs. How hard can it be?" I phoned Jackie and she managed to a book a jet which would be on the mainland ready to fly at 8 p.m. It had just turned 12. Behind me I heard a scream and more or less everyone turned and looked at Gabrielle who was stood in a bikini with a matching pareo around her waist, sunglasses and of course heels having a tantrum stomping her feet on the spot and waving her arms. I presumed it was a bee and then came an even louder scream - it had stung her. The screaming stopped and she just stood there, I had dealt with such situations many of times in the past. She was crying. I said "Oh Christ.." and walked over to where she was. The sting, which was on her foot, was practically unidentifiable, however after years of experience with Gabrielle the "Pull yourself together" approach doesn't quite work and therefore, being my little sister, she gets a little leniency. I carried her like a baby to where the others were and sat down with her still on my knee and asked "Why were you screaming so much?" she said "I thought they were deadly out here.. What if I get Malaria" and started crying again haha. She really is quite intellectually challenged. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After having a spiffing time with Elliot I began packing my belongings. This took quite a while, as always, due to the fact that my clothes were scattered around the suite and in other people's suites also. By the time I had finally packed everything it was time to leave. I had a bellboy come and collect my bags then all of us went to my yacht which was to take us to Hamilton Island where the airport was. Well, airport may be a little generous - runway. I spent the journey over in the gym with Elliot and a few minutes prior to our arrival I showered and changed. The distance from the marina to the runway was only short however between us we had 67 items of luggage therefore we had a convoy of SUV's waiting to take us. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once on the jet we all took our seats, I sat on the couch this time as I was exhausted and instructed Elliot to sit next to me for leaning purposes. As usual my nerves were uncontrollable whilst taking off however I fell to sleep within half an hour and didn't wake until the huge bump as we hit the runway in Sydney bounced me from my seat. It appeared that everyone else other than Gabrielle and myself had been wide awake for quite some time. Taxiing to the airport seemed to take forever, Gabrielle used to time to perform abnormal stretches in order to rid her self of stiffness and I had Elliot scratch my back (it is simply one of those things I adore - like the cold side of a pillow.)</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once at the cars the drivers asked us where we were going. Each of us looked at one another searching for answer, only, nobody had one... We hadn't booked any accommodation haha. When nobody answered Lee looked to the driver and said "There is a four seasons in Sydney isn't there?" The driver told him that there was and so that was where we headed. When we arrived bellboys came to get the luggage from the cars whilst Kayleigh and myself went inside. We approached the desk and I said "Good Evening, could you tell me which suites you have available, there shall be seven of us accommodating here for a while." After looking on the computer the man said "We have the presidential suite available, along with a royal suite and four executive suites. Aside from suites we also have a range of guest rooms available." I handed him my American Express and said "Could you book the Presidential suite and the Royal Suite on this card please." Kayleigh said "Swine" as I had taken the two best rooms and then she said "and I shall take an executive. Could you inform me when one of the better ones becomes available please" she too handed him her Black American Express. The others entered the lobby and came to book rooms, I handed Gabrielle the key to The Royal Suite and gave Elliot the spare key to The Presidential Suite, he said "Oh marvellous, do I have the pleasure of sharing a bed with you for the next few days then?" I laughed and said "Sorry to disappoint my friend, it is a two bedroomed suite. Nevertheless, you do have the pleasure of sharing a bed with me for the next few hours..." Whilst in the middle of kissing Kayleigh protested and said "That is so unfair" Elliot and I realised this point was directed at us and she continued "You two slept together a matter of hours ago, you could at least pleasure another one of us!" Elliot replied "Kayleigh dear, you are fully aware of the fact that Kyle and I are homosexuals therefore, obviously, our first choice of person to sleep with is going to be another male. Seeing as Lee is straight we often opt for one another when in a group such as this one." Kelly then said "Kayleigh dear, I plan on going to my room and putting on a pair of jeans to see what's in the bar here. Join me if you wish." With that Elliot and myself went up to our room. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The suite was absolutely magnificent and boasted spectacular views of the opera house. Like a child, as soon as we got into the suite Elliot went running to get the best room. Upon seeing that his was much better than mine due to having a dressing room and much bigger bathroom I said "Excuse me Elliot however I fear you have forgotten who is paying for the suite. This room is mine." He said "That is barbaric! Countless times I have paid for the room and you have-" I butted in and said "There is no reason for this conversation to continue Elliot. This is my room." Elliot was quite right, he has paid for suites on numerous occasions and I have taken the master bedroom, he ought to be aware by now that I always get my own way haha. As I walked past him to put my holdall on the bed he said "You infuriate me Kyle McQuillan" and then out of nowhere I felt the huge impact of his fist hitting my back. I of course retaliated with more force as I span and punched him on the arm for which I received several blows to the chest and then an attempted kick at my side - I grabbed his leg and then his thigh and lifted him so he fell onto the floor, almost as soon as he had hit the ground he kicked me on the back of the knees and I too was on the floor. When he tried to get up I slid myself through his open legs, grabbed his ankles and pulled them towards me; he managed to save his face from hitting the floor by landing in a press up position before rolling onto his back placing his feet on my chest and sending me flying backwards. More or less as soon as I had landed he was on top of me punching me in the chest. Oh my life. The pain was indescribable. I rolled over so that I was now on top and subjected him to several punches which were intended to be more painful than the ones I had just received haha. Out of nowhere he grabbed my head and pulled it towards his, I thought he was going to head but me at first however he started kissing me and, let's just say we didn't move from the floor for the next couple of hours or so...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I was woke by Gabrielle phoning me in the morning asking me whether I wanted to go running. I told her I would and so put on my tracksuit, grabbed my i-pod and Blackberry and then went to her room. Her room was rather nice however was quite a lot small than mine. Once ready, with her ipod strapped to her arm she said "I had the concierge give me a running route so we ought to stick to that. If we get lost then we have Satellite Navigation on our phones so it shan't be too much of a problem, or we could just get a chauffeur to come and collect us." I was unaware that we were going running outside and I presumed we would just be going to the gym. In light of this new information I had to go back to my suite to get a pair of sunglasses and when I did so Elliot decided he would join us. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After an hour and a half we stopped for a short while to purchase a bottle of water, Gabrielle, as usual, took the opportunity to drop into splits, bring her leg up to her head amongst various other abnormal looking stretches. Meanwhile Elliot and myself found from our trainers/watch things that we had ran 9 miles and then Gabrielle said "Oh I thought it would have been more than that. We ought to increase our pace a little. Are you ready to go?" She was not tired in the slightest... As usual. Two hours and 16 miles later Elliot and myself were getting slightly tired, Gabrielle was still fine then she shouted "How many miles have we gone?" I told her it was 25 and she said "The route the concierge gave me was 30 so I suggest we sprint for the next 2 miles and then gradually slow for the final 3." Off she went. Elliot and I maintained a quicker pace however Gabrielle was ahead haha. When we finally arrived back at the hotel I was somewhat exhausted. I felt as though we had just ran around the perimeter of Sydney. Elliot and I were bent over catching our breath and Gabrielle was stood perfectly upright texting someone and then she said "I am actually rather surprised we managed to stick to the route.. Oh my goodness, it wasn't that strenuous the pair of you." We all went into the lift and took it up to our floors. It stopped before it reached ours and Kayleigh and Ellie looked at the three of us in shock. They were dressed for shopping with their sunglasses on and said "Jesus... What a trio!" I must admit, we did look rather peculiar. We all had sunglasses on wearing shorts and vest tops with i-pod armbands on, Elliot and myself were sporting two rather hideous Nike watches which worked with our trainers and i-pods to tell us our pace, distance, calories burnt and change the song according to speed, Gabrielle's boobs were bulging out of her top too they were so squashed in her sports bra haha. Kayleigh said to Gabrielle "Where have you been?" She told them she had been running with us and she said "Why is it that they look disgusting and you look fine?" Gabrielle replied "I wouldn't say fine Kayleigh dear. It is due to the fact that I am a ballerina, my stamina is far superior to theirs and I have less weight to carry. I do a lot of running!" Kelly said "Well I shan't ever be going running with you Gabrielle, I fail to keep with Kyle and it appears he has found it challenging keeping up with you." It is rather comical that they are best friends yet know nothing about one another's exercise regimens. They won't go to the gym with anyone as they claim they look dreadful. I have been with Kelly a few times but she'd much rather go on her own and have a session with her personal trainer (who she sleeps with after each occasion.)</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After showering I put on some Dior jeans with a plain white t-shirt and a Louis Vuitton scarf and went with Gabrielle to meet Kayleigh and Kelly for lunch. Lee was with some girls somewhere, Ellie was with friends somewhere and Elliot was going back to bed haha. When we got to the restaurant where we were dining Kelly and Kayleigh had bags from various shops and said "It feels so good to purchase clothes.. I haven't done so for weeks!" I could completely sympathise. I had been craving a visit to Dolce & Gabbana since the day the privilege was taken from me on that wretched island! Therefore it was inevitable that after dinner the four of us went shopping and purchased various items of clothing from most of the nameable designer's stores. I had bought four pairs of jeans, several t-shirts, five pairs of shoes, three pairs of trainers, seven pairs of sunglasses and I can't remember what else. Whilst walking out of Gucci I said to Gabrielle "How much did you just spend?" she replied "Nine thousand.. Yourself?" I replied with a modest "Four" and she said "Oh.. Productive. Mother and Father will know we're still alive when they read their bank statements then. I haven't spoken to them for a few days." Whilst shopping we decided that we would have a night out that evening and so, whilst in Dolce & Gabbana we asked the shop assistants where the exclusive nightclubs in Sydney were; one male in particular was rather good looking and said he would also be out that evening and we may see him there. That was a hint if I have ever heard one. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">A short while and a few thousand pounds later we returned to the hotel and informed the others that we would be going out tonight. I say that as though we would be together. We would result in splitting up - that was unavoidable. I was wearing a new black Alexander McQueen shirt which was a bit see through, that boded well considering my physique haha, a pair of Dolce & Gabbana graphite coloured metallic pants, a pair of Alejandro Ingelmo loafers which were black leather with metallic crocodile pattern down either side, a Fendi belt and a silver Gucci bracelet which had the Gucci crest and a couple of horses heads on. Elliot came out of his bedroom wearing more or less the same thing so I told him to change his colours over, he was then wearing a metallic grey shirt with black pants. The two of us went to the bar in the hotel and ordered a drink. A short while later Lee came downstairs with a girl who I had never seen before, she was wearing some jeans with a blouse and Laboutin heels. Lee introduced her as Lydia or something like that and she sat with us, she was quite pretty but just like all the other girls Lee slept with she was so dim. If I asked her something she would stop gazing around the room to look at me and then drag the word "What?" on for much longer than necessary at which point I would give up. More or less as soon as she had finished her drink Lee said "Well we ought to be leaving shortly so I have you number. I will be sure to call you sometime." He was lying, just like each and every one of us did when those words passed our lips. Once she had left Lee said "Christ, she was like a leech! Three times I have slept with her today because she wouldn't leave and it is impossible to hold a conversation with the girl." Gabrielle, Kelly, Ellie and Kayleigh entered the bar wearing Dolce & Gabbana, Louis Vuitton. Balenciaga and Gabrielle was wearing a rather nice dress with a pair of Givenchy lace boots. We all had a rather large glass of Champagne and a round of shots and then went outside. Whilst awaiting the cars I complimented Gabrielle on her dress and she said "It's by Victoria" (Beckham) "she invited me and mother to the private event in London a short while ago. The lady is lovely and is extremely passionate about designing and due to being a family friend we ought to support her, what's more they are nice dresses. I bought the entire collection." I had a minor moan and said "You get so much more than me!" at which point she said "Kyle do not make such ludicrous comments! Incase you have forgotten your house costs close to four thousand pounds per night and you're not even there for half the year!" ... I always forget about that minor factor when I complain about how much I get haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we got to the lounge we skipped the queue and were granted access upon giving the doorman a glance at our credit cards. Once inside a member of staff took us directly to a table which was well situated in the lounge however as we passed people did not attempt to disguise the fact that they were staring, which was not a good sign. Do not get me wrong, I simply adore making people's jaws drop and taking over a room when you walk in, however this wasn't like that. It was as though they had never seen a group of good looking, well dressed people before. When we sat at the table Lee said "Have we just entered a sophisticated exclusive lounge or the YMCA, I received the impression that we were in the wrong place the amount of peculiar looks we just got." Kelly butted in and said "Oh I'm sorry, that was my fault... I was helping Gabrielle tuck her breast back in haha, she was exposed!" I laughed and said "Breast? ... Lump of silicone!" Gabrielle slapped me and said "What else was I to do? I was still an A at the age of 18, I blame school!.. Well not school -" An older man (40 ish) from the table behind us, who had clearly been listening to our conversation, butted in and said "Shit, what school was that? A place where they prevent puberty from occurring?!" He turned around to his friends and started laughing and then turned back and said "Actually look at the size of you! It was probably one of those places you go to for thinspiration!" Once again he turned around and started laughing. I was filled with anger and looked at Gabrielle who now had tears in her eyes. I stood up to walk over and punch the man however Kelly stood first and said "Excuse me darlings, this isn't going to be very ladylike but..." she turned to the man and punched him directly in the face and screamed "How dare you!" Gabrielle was now properly crying so I walked over to punch the man for myself, it would have a much greater effect than Kelly's good attempt, however, as I swung my arm back to punch him Elliot grabbed it. I looked at him and said "What on earth are you doing?!" he just said "Kyle don't" I was not in the mood. I could hear my sister crying whilst Kayleigh and Ellie comforted her, Kelly was shouting at the man who was now aware that I was going to punch him and was stood with his friends looking at me. Ellie shouted "What the hell are you doing Elliot! Let go of him!" Out of the corner of my eye I saw the man attempt to hit me so I ducked, missing his punch, only to come back up and head butt Elliot (so that he would let go of me) and then tackled the man to the floor. When I was on top of the man hitting him one of his other friends punched me in the face and then Elliot came flying in out of nowhere and sent the other man flying. Two others then jumped on Elliot and so Lee joined in. The man who I was on top of was punching me in the face and I was doing likewise and then Kelly walked over and shouted "You make me sick!" and kicked him across the face - I personally witnessed his tooth fly out of his mouth. I almost vomited! Then out of nowhere Kelly screamed and went tumbling on top of me whilst the man continued punching me, I heard Lee shout "Don't you dare touch her!" and then Kelly jumped up and presumably punched him and then said "Amazing how a British slut can disfigure a nose!" Then I punched the man in the face for a last time. I may have knocked him out, I wasn't really aware of what was going on. At that point various security man came and hustled all of us outside. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once outside all of us were bleeding. Elliot's nose was pouring, the man who I had been fighting with was slumped against a wall, all of the other men had noses on their cheeks, cuts and swollen parts of their face, Lee had a ripped shirt and a bleeding lip and eyebrow and my lip and nose were bleeding. Gabrielle was stood hugging Ellie and Kayleigh and then walked back inside; she shouted something at the manager who was on his way out and then carried on walking. Kayleigh came over and hugged me and said "I think you'd better talk to her Kyle... It's been on her mind a lot lately seeing as she's been thinking about dancing a lot and you're parents brought it up a lot whilst in Paris. It must be hard. None of us ever speak about it." A lady came storming out of the lounge and walked directly over to the man who started the entire uproar and threw her drink in his face and said (in an English accent) "You are fucking disgraceful! This girl is lovely and you're nothing more than scum!" Gabrielle went over and said "He is honestly not worth it. Just go back inside and enjoy your champagne. Thank you." The girl hugged her and said "Bless you, don't listen to such" she looked at the man and screamed "TWATS! You're beautiful darling. I'll toast to you!" The girl went back inside and Gabrielle handed me a bottle of Cristal and gave another one to Lee then said "I just purchased twelve of these. My parents are going to think I am an Alcoholic" she was not in fact buying the twelve bottles for her self - she had bought them for the people surrounding us in the lounge to apologise for the commotion. In the light Gabrielle looked awful, she had makeup all down her face and she was still crying I hugged her and she cried more which made me do likewise. We stood not speaking for about 5 minutes crying on one another and then Kelly came over and said "Darling, I shed blood for you! There is not many people I would do such a thing for." We looked up and she had a rip in her tights and her knuckles were bleeding, Gabrielle laughed and said "Oh my life Kelly haha!" Kelly laughed and said "Well I am not going to allow someone to speak to you like that am I?" Gabrielle replied "Thank you dear, however I do think Kyle pretty much had that man covered" she turned to me and said "I actually thought you were going to kill him at one point" Kelly laughed and said "I know but I have never punched anyone in the face before and I thought this would be a good motif for loosing my virginity to such a terrible trait. Kyle always does it. It is rather rewarding though I must say." Gabrielle shouted over to Ellie and said "Book a jet darling, I want to go home within the next three hours. I shall go alone if you all want to stay." We all said we too would leave and so phoned the hotel in order to get cars to come and collect us. Whilst we awaited the chauffeurs I went over to Elliot and said "Elliot I do apologise, however I must ask: what on earth were you doing?" he said "Kyle I knew that if you punched that man what happened was going to be inevitable. At least if I tried to prevent you there was a slight chance of you not hitting him or he could have just left. You just always jump in fists first and don't use your head... Pardon the pun as this evening you used your head with great force! You are fully aware that I was completely on your side though as as soon as the fight had commenced I didn't waste much time trying to prevent it." I said "Well Elliot, you of all people are aware that if I am going to hit someone, I am going to hit them.. I am sorry for the headbut though, where did I get?" He looked at me and said "Where do you think?" as though I was stupid. I examined his face and the bloodiest part was his nose, I guessed at this and was correct. I didn't mean to get him that hard... I hope I haven't created a horrendous reputation for myself with the readers of this blog as it seems that each time I write I seem to be getting into some sort of fight with a stranger. I just want you to know that I do not do it without a good motif and a lot of the time it is because I am defending my peers. We left for London that evening and endured the same flight we did a number of weeks ago in reverse. About half way through the journey when we were all awake talking about various things to do with the past we reached some turbulence. As soon as the cabin attendant mentioned it I stopped speaking, clutched the armrest and put my head to my chest with my eyes shut. It was horrendous! The steward was falling all over the place and had to go and sit in his own seat as instructed by the pilot. Kelly offered me her hand as I was in obvious distress however groaned in pain and then replaced it with Lee's hand haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once back in London I went straight home to go to bed and slept in for the majority of the next day (Saturday.) Once I had showered and taken the dog running I went to my parents house where my mother greeted me by saying "Oh you're alive?" I said "Yes mother of course I am alive" to which she replied "Kyle dear you say that as though it is obvious, the only thing which informed me that you weren't dead was my credit card... Anyway, did you have a good time? What on earth have you done to your face?" After being quizzed about that for a while my father came in and said "Oh my, been squabbling again have you? I sincerely hope they look worse than you do" my mother hit him and said "Harold! You should not encourage him to fight! It reflects badly on us as parents. I have brought you up better than that Kyle" my father said "I fear fighting is the least of your worries about us looking like bad parents..." Oh my goodness.. They make me out to be some sort of devil child! Following my short interrogation I asked where Gabrielle was when my father answered "I have no idea.. She went out fairly early this morning. To be honest she seems a little distant, well - more distant than normal which is a little worrying... Did something happen in Australia?" I told them everything was fine and looked for an excuse to leave. I went and got my father's Bugatti and drove to the first place I thought she would be: The Pineapple Dance Studios. Whilst on my way I received a message from my father saying "Kyle, why has the tracker for my Bugatti just turned on?" I replied saying "I have no idea father..." ever so innocently and he said "You my son are a swine. I love you all the same though, however, crash it and I shall be loving a corpse." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I arrived there I asked where she was and went to the studio. I stood outside the window for a while and watched her as she leaped around the room and did various spins etc. Once the song had stopped I went inside. Unlike normal she seemed a little upset and said "How did you know I'd be here?" I said "Because Gabrielle you always used to say to me, nobody's life is perfect but when I'm dancing all of my worries sink into the depths of my mind and I escape reality" she did a weak smile and said "Let's go and get a drink." As we walked down the corridor there was a girl about sixteen a little further down wearing pointe shoes crying on the phone saying "My audition is tomorrow and I do not have any choreography. My future depends on this!" Gabrielle asked her whether she was ok and the girl merely said "Yes" and we walked on by. When we returned the girl was stood crying hysterically with her head in her hands. Gabrielle went over and said "Darling, you are clearly not ok and believe me I know how you feel. Where is it you're auditioning for?" The girl gave a name of a dance school and Gabrielle said "and what do you have so far?" The girl told her "Nothing" and Gabrielle replied "I am prepared to help you with your audition if you wish, however I completely understand if you would rather do it alone." The girl accepted Gabrielle's offer and then Gabrielle said "Right. What song are you performing to?" I can't remember what the girl said but Gabrielle said "Oh no, cliché... Kyle run and get my ipod. Meanwhile I need to see your ability in jumps and turns..." When I returned Gabrielle was jumping sidewards in the mirror and her legs were forming a perfect straight line either side of her before landing again on her toes. Once I was inside the studio Gabrielle said, "Kyle, come and hold me in this jump for a second" I held Gabrielle in the air whilst she talked the girl through the jump and then she watched as she too performed one and said "Marvellous, that is perfect!" Following this Gabrielle taught her how to perform some strange tip-toe movement by making frequent small steps to get across the room. The girl found it a little hard at first however once they broke it down she managed. I literally could have watched it all day! After about an hour Gabrielle said "When did you say your audition was?" The girl replied "Late afternoon tomorrow and then I go back to Cheshire tomorrow evening." Gabrielle replied "Oh, where are you staying whilst here? Are your parents here too?" she said "No, they had to work. I'm in the Travel Lodge, it's all I could afford after paying for this studio." Gabrielle then said "Have you booked a studio for tomorrow morning?" The girl replied "No, I have no money, plus I have to get across London to audition." Gabrielle sighed and said "Well you <i>shall</i> have a studio tomorrow and you shall make it to the audition in time and what's more you most certainly will not be accommodating in the Travel Lodge tonight. I will find you alternative accommodation." The girl immediately said "No" when Gabrielle replied "Dearest, I have a Black American Express and a Ferrari. You are really not putting me out of my way what so ever." The girl came over and hugged Gabrielle and then said "I cannot thank you enough!" Gabrielle said "Do not mention it. What's more, I attended The Royal Ballet and you have nothing to perform for an audition which is in a days time, I feel my help could be somewhat beneficial." The girl then got extremely excited about Gabrielle's schooling and I left. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I got back to my parents house and they told me they were departing for Milan. I said "Oh I didn't know you were going away" my mother said "Well if you kept in touch dear.. Where is your sister?" I just said she had gone to Kelly's and then she said "Oh well do tell her it was nice seeing her for the whole four hours I did" I said "Is it our fault that you are leaving for Milan when your children have just returned from Australia? What are you going for anyway?" She told me it was for the fashion events and that she wanted my father to treat her, I said "Ugh, I don't get any treats from Dad" I was of course joking and my mother said "Oh you do have a cheek Kyle McQuillan. It is difficult for one to treat their child when he purchases everything he could possibly want at your expense." ... I didn't really have an answer for that one. My mother then asked whether I would mind taking them to the airport, normally I would, however it is an excuse to drive one of their cars with permission haha. I went to where all of the car keys are kept and had a rummage before eventually I choosing the Bentley. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Whilst on the way to the airport with my mother, father and Pretitia - my mother's Shiba Inu, in the back of the car I thought I would give them a little adrenaline rush and go a bit quicker. As I reached 85 my mother said "Kyle, how fast are you going?" I just nonchalantly said "Not much more than the limit mother" as we approached 95. Once I was at 110 she said "Kyle slow down immediately before you kill us all" I didn't and she said "Harold!" at which point my father said "Kyle do as your mother tells you" so I did haha. Once we had returned to a reasonably boring speed my mother said "Why is it that you'll do as your father tells you but you completely ignore me?" I laughed and said "Because Haz is boss!" When we arrived at the airport I got out of the car to say goodbye, kissed my mother and then went to hug my father who squoze me and whispered "Stay away from my cars you swine" and then squoze a little harder until my spine cracked, I then tightened my grip around him and said "How are you going to stop me?" and then returned the favour and cracked his spine. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Later that evening, after having been to the gym and returning to my parents house Gabrielle came home. I asked where the girl was and she said "Oh I took her to your hotel and got her a room there... I doubt we'll even have to pay. What are we having for tea?" I replied "You ask as though you expect me to know... I have no idea. Do you want to go out or shall I ring Jake?" She told me to ring Jake which I did and told him to come round. Seconds later Gabrielle screamed at the top of her voice and came running back into the kitchen and stood behind me. I had no idea what was going on and then Jake came walking in saying "What on earth is wrong with you?" I said "Oh my goodness, that was quick!" He said "I was in the gym when you phoned me you imbecile.. What's up with you?" Gabrielle got her breath back and said "You almost gave me a heart attack! Coming thumping up the stairs in your tracksuit.. Anyway, what are we having for tea?" he said "What ever you like Gabrielle. What did you have in mind?" She replied "Steak, what do you want Kyle?" I said I too would have steak and then Gabrielle said "Well why don't we just sit in the media room all night and watch films and eat stuff which is undeniably bad for us?" I said it sounded like a good idea and then she said "So can we have scones, sushi, sorbet..." Jake smiled and said "Why of course.. I shall just shower and get to it straight away. How are we having our stakes this evening? The usual, Rare and Blue?" We both nodded and I said "Almost raw if you please." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After we had eaten our tea we went into the media room where Jake had laid out a number of silver platters displaying various delicious foods, Muffins, Cup-cakes, Sushi... The dogs joined us on the couch and we watched In Her Shoes whilst enjoying a glass of wine. Once we had finished watching that film we put Billy Elliot on which we both simply adore. This film inevitably raised the subject of dancing. Gabrielle told me how she enjoyed her day with Jade (presumably that girl's name) and how she had been thinking a lot about dancing lately; at one point she began to cry and said "There are doors which I have forced shut and refused to open for quite some time now. It's as though I've had a past life Kyle and I hate it. I think I want to go back to School for a look around. I haven't been back since I left and it's the place where I spent 7 years of my life, some of my happiest memories are from there and I have completely shut it off... That said, I doubt I could go back to Florida yet." We have a house in Florida where the four of us would go as a family every year when Gabrielle and I were at school and then we would often go elsewhere from there for the rest of the summer. When Gabrielle became ill the two of us moved to Florida for a few weeks whilst she recovered. This was the most devastating time of my life and I wouldn't want to wish a similar experience on anyone. We have never been back since, nor have my parents...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">In the morning Gabrielle woke up early and went to the dance studio again with Jade whilst I invited someone round for obvious reasons. Once I was sexually satisfied I went to go and meet Kayleigh and Ellie for lunch however stopped by the studio to say good luck to Jade. When I got inside Gabrielle was stressing and said "Oh thank god you're here! Where are you parked?" I told her where and she said "Oh Gordon Bennett.. Here take my car, will you take Jade to her audition, she cannot be late. Jade I do apologise. Ensure you fasten your seat belt and have something to hold on to." She threw me her keys and then said to Jade "When you get there run through it one final time and then do some barre work. Good luck my love. I will collect you in a few hours and take you to the train station if you wish.." Jade said "Oh no, I shall be fine. You have done enough. I will be sure to keep in touch. Gabrielle I cannot thank you enough, you have been such a help!" They hugged and then Gabrielle said "Well be sure to let me know when you receive your letter. I took the liberty of booking you on a first class train home, I wouldn't feel right knowing you were travelling all that way in economy." Jade and I went to the car park and got in Gabrielle's car and once inside she said "Why did she tell me to hold on? Can you not drive very well?" I laughed and said "Oh please. I drive exceptionally well, just fast" she let go of the door and said "Oh, bring it on! haha" I laughed and put the music on full blast and went from 0 - 60 haha. Once I had said good bye to Jade I phoned Gabrielle to ask where she was and whether or not she wanted to come for dinner, she said "I'm at your house.. I couldn't go any further in that wretched car. I got pulled over twice!" I asked how on earth she managed to do that and she said "Well you only have to touch the pedal and it goes zooming off. It is horrendous! I would press the pedal, fly about 500 metres, have a panic attack and hit the break until I stopped and do the whole routine all over again. Both of the officers were men though so I just explained how the car was new and pouted a little and everything was ok... I shall join you for lunch, come and collect me, I have some clothes here I think." After lunch Gabrielle and I went shopping and then met our friend Chloe and Julia in London in a lounge for a few drinks in the evening. Prior to going home I made a few phone calls and had a marvellous night with Stephen.</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">For the rest of the week I have been going to the gym, meeting with friends, meeting with random people... Nothing out of the ordinary really. </p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I shall write soon,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Much love, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Kyle. </p><p></p> </div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-52983219408902430292009-01-04T12:22:00.001-08:002009-04-19T14:40:29.778-07:00New Year<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I spoke to you I was in Paris and had planned to stay up the majority of the night enabling me to sleep through the flight to Australia the next morning. Well that I did. The most ideal way for me to stay up all night is to sleep with someone. With this is mind I got my laptop and opened the address book and looked at all of the entries for Paris. I recalled sleeping with a personal trainer during fashion week however could not remember his name for the life of me. I typed in fashion week and got about 30 entries so I added personal trainer to the search criteria and got Jean. His description was: <i>Met in a nightclub in Paris during fashion week October 2008. Works as a personal trainer at a gym whilst also working for private clients, one of which is Liam. Kelly took a liking to Liam and slept with him and then whilst she slept with Jean in the morning Liam and I had oral sex. Gabrielle also slept with Liam (unaware of the fact we had had relations.) </i>I sent a message to Jean informing him of my whereabouts for the night and he replied saying: <i>Well that's too much of a good opportunity to miss... Chanel at The Ritz as usual? </i>I told him he was correct. Gabrielle was sat next to me at the time and said "Who is that that you're messaging?" I told her it was Jean and she said "Kyle no. I refuse to listen to you having sex all night long. It's sickening." I told her it was tough and she said "Fine then, I shall go to Mum and Dads room and when they ask why I am there I shall merely explain how you are going to be having sex all night and I don't want to listen." I said "Gabrielle! You can't do that. Can't you just sleep with someone too and then you won't be able to hear. Please Gabrielle it is a requirement that I sleep with this man." She agreed and then took out her own laptop, I asked her what she was doing and she said "Look for a man whom I can sleep with." I went over and hugged her and said "My sister is turning promiscuous just like her older sibling. I'm so proud." I then kissed her on the forehead and messed up her hair then she said "Kyle, I am doing this on the condition that you do pas de deux with me tomorrow." I groaned and she said "It's hardly strenuous for you.." I just agreed to shut her up. When she says pas de deux she is referring to ballet partnering. No I cannot perform ballet however she likes practising lifts and other boring things like that with me.. Joy! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Whilst I was sorting things out in my bedroom Gabrielle opened the door and started talking to someone, then bellowed "Kyle." I went to the foyer and saw Jean stood in a deep crew neck t-shirt and fleece tracksuit bottoms. His chest is amazing! He was talking in french to Gabrielle and she said "Oh I forgot about that minor communication difficulty between us.. Kyle tell him that I just messaged Lee to see whether he wished to meet up however he is in Cheshire in England for Christmas and New Year." I didn't tell him and said to Gabrielle "Oh my goodness, if only you'd have known.. I imagine you would have skipped Paris and taken a drive to the Knutsford house" she said "My sentiments exactly.. Nevertheless someone else is coming." I didn't get chance to see who Gabrielle had invited round as Jean and I didn't waste much time. At about half past 2 in the morning, whilst still having intercourse the room phone rang and I picked it up saying "Yes?" It was my father and he said "Reception just phoned informing us of noise coming from your room and thought you and Gabrielle may have been having a fall out due to banging and shouting. What's going on?" I had to prevent my self from laughing and Jean was kissing and caressing me which made it all the more worse. I wasn't aware Gabrielle was on the line and she said "Erm it's Kyle on the toilet.." I knew she would say something idiotic like this so when she said 'erm' I spoke over her and said "Gabrielle and I couldn't sleep due to jet-lag so she made me practise Swan Lake with her and I keep getting it wrong" he was half asleep and said "Kyle you loser!" and hung up. How I came up with that I will never know. Gabrielle said "Better excuse than mine haha" I just said "Imbecile" put the phone down and picked up from where I left off. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I didn't end up going to sleep until 5 o'clock and at 6 I woke up and clicked on my phone to see the time. As normal I had numerous missed calls (13 on this occasion) and 9 messages. I quickly viewed the missed call list and noticed there was a couple from Kelly when it began ringing again. I grunted down the phone and she said "Kyle I am having a catastrophe! I have to take Bruno to Australia with me!" Bruno is her chocolate brown Labrador which is extremely playful, I said "What on earth or you talking about? Why can't your parents have him or put him in a kennel?" She said "Kyle I am not putting my dog in a Kennel! Plus my parents have already left for Dubai and said they won't have him. I have phoned the resort in Australia and they said they will overlook the normal rules which apply and will have someone walk him on a daily basis and look after him when I am unable to. Will you take Maddox then I don't feel like a penis by myself?" I agreed as I had barely seen him for a while and it would also encourage me to do more exercise with him there. She then said "Are you flying commercially?" I told her how I wasn't and why I ended up being in Paris and she said "Well Lee, Ellie and myself are flying via jet also however we have a large one. Why don't we get you on the way?" I said "Kelly, it's not a taxi service, it's a plane they can't just land where ever they feel like it" she didn't sound the slightest bit hesitant and said "Oh it's fine darling, I do it all the time. I will make it happen. I shall be leaving for the airport in half an hour or so, I suggest you get up. I shall message you in a short while just to clarify." I told her she would have to collect Maddox from my house prior to leaving and she said "Ok that's fine, I shall send my father's assistant now. I have some keys in my bag. See you soon." It seems everyone has keys to my house haha. I got up straight away and went into Gabrielle's room and shouted her. She didn't wake up so I walked over and shook her a little. I caught a glimpse at the man who she had slept with too, very nice indeed! I told her of the plans and she said "Sugar, ring the hairdresser for me quick and get out because I have no undergarments on.." With that I left and after ringing the hairdresser got into the shower. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I practically ran out of the shower to get ready and Jean woke up and said "Well isn't this a pleasant awakening.. Come back to bed" I looked over my shoulder at the inviting bed which Jean was currently taking the attention away from with his chizzled upper body and perfect face and said "Words cannot describe my desire to do so but I am in a rush" I quickly put on some underwear and then ran out of the bedroom to look for my phone which was bleeping. I ran through the lounge and read the message from Kelly saying <i>Just on my way to Heathrow, I expect we shall be in the air in about 45 minutes so I shall see you in about an hour and a half ish or however long it takes these days.. Your dog is driving me insane, he's extremely hyperactive and bouncing around the car x </i>I looked up from my phone and Gabrielle looked at me in her makeup mirror and said "For crying out loud Kyle put some clothes on, I have no longing to see you in your underwear" the hairdresser was trying not to look haha. I told Gabrielle that Maddox would be joining us on the trip and she gasped and then shouted "Bambi!" her little Pomeranian came running and she picked her up saying "Who wants to come with Mummy to Australia.. Is Bambi going on a little holiday?!" ... Gabrielle is a special child :). </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I went back into the bedroom and put on a jumper from Prada which had brown leather elbow patches with some Dior jeans, brown Vivienne Westwood pirate boots, a brown Gucci belt and a gold rolex. I asked Jean to carry my cases into the foyer for me whilst I phoned for 2 bellboys to come and collect the luggage. When I walked out into the lounge Gabrielle and the hairdresser were watching Jean bend down to put my trunk on the floor. Deliberately to be a swine I walked over and groped him and then kissed his neck, Gabrielle said "Oh thank you.. You just eradicated the fantasy from my mind." She was putting the finishing touches to her makeup and her hairdresser was just applying hairspray to her curls. Once that was done she ran into her bedroom to get dressed. Moments later she came out wearing a vest with rope detailing from Celine, a pair of pvc leggins, a black open cardigan from James Perse which was shaped like a cape, a pair of black suede webbed heels from Fendi and a new python Chloe bag. The man who she'd slept with came out shortly afterwards carrying luggage, when she noticed him putting them on the trolley she shouted "Stop! There's an order..." Then she ordered him to take two of them off and go and get her shopping bags from the bedroom - notice she has only slept with him once and she already has him under the thumb. He came back to the hallway with his hands full with shopping bags. Just to put it into perspective he bashed into everything and scraped the walls as he walked and he made got 3 loads of them. I said "Gabrielle what on earth?" she just said "Well if mother and father didn't insist upon coming straight here from Aspen I would have been able to go home and sort out my luggage, however that wasn't possible so I had to purchase new things whilst here, I do have a few things unworn in my cases though and all of the things I recieved to Christmas... Will those bags fit in any of your cases?" I replied with "No Gabrielle, they would barely shut. You'll just have to throw them in the hold loose or leave them in the cabin." I said goodbye to Jean and Gabrielle did like wise to the man who she'd slept with and we told them to shower and then leave the hotel. I grabbed my new one of a kind Dolce & Gabbana holdall (given upon invitation only, Gabrielle has a handbag too, they're amazing) and then Gabrielle and I set off to the ground floor in order to get a chauffeur. As we stood in the lift Gabrielle exclaimed "Oh my goodness.. Mum and Dad don't even know we're leaving!" Quite right they didn't haha. It seems we had been so preoccupied all morning that we had forgotten to inform our parents of our departure haha. We went back upstairs to their room and frantically knocked on the door in an attempt of hurrying them. When my father opened the door I went rushing in past him to the living area where my mother was tapping away on her laptop and said "Good bye mother we're leaving now, love you and I shall see you in the New Year" I kissed her and gave her a quick hug and then Gabrielle and I crossed paths as I went to say goodbye to my father, I said "Bye dad" and then he grabbed my arm, tightly, and said "You're not going to see me until the new year Kyle. You could at least give me a hug" I did so and due to his deliberate force every bone in my spine cracked. When he turned his back to me to walk away I swung my arm back and went to punch him however he span and grabbed my fist in his hand and began to tighten his grip, he did so until I was experiencing an immense amount of pain and was on my knees saying "Daaaaddd..." Then Gabrielle hit him over the head with her bag and said "Will you stop, we are in a rush" he took one scoop of his arm and lifted Gabrielle off the floor, she just started screaming and shouted my mother, she knew what was going on and came around the corner saying "Harold grow up and let the children go." He did so and said "I do apologise.. Have a lovely trip and behave." Finally Gabrielle and I left, about 10 minutes behind schedule. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Having already been to the toilet 6 times since arriving at the airport we approached the parked jet where Louis Vuitton trunks where currently being loaded and Maddox came bounding out of the plane and jumped up at me. Bambi became agitated in her bag which my sister was carrying and was yapping repeatively. We climbed the stairs onto the plane where Kelly was sprawled on the couch with a blanket talking to Bruno who was sat on the floor and then she shouted "Excuse me" the air stuard came out of the galley and she said "Could you take Bruno outside for me to urinate please, thank you." I added and said "Oh also could you take Maddox, he will just go with you" Gabrielle attached the Louis Vuitton lead to the matching collar around Bambi's neck and handed her to the stuard also... I pointed towards the door and said "toilet maddox" and he just went running out. Lee was sat on one of the arm chairs on the phone to someone and Kayleigh was sat on the couch next to Kelly. I sat down in the opposite Lee and my stomach began doing somersaults as always. Gabrielle sat on the other couch and began having a conversation with Kelly and Kayleigh about who was going to be in Australia who they disliked. When Lee got off the phone he said "Gordon Benett.. Rough night last night Kyle? You look like death" I lowered my eyebrows and said "Thank you for pointing that out Lee." I put my sunglasses back on and said no more then he said "Oh crap, I forgot that you would be unable to see the funny side of things due to your fear. No chance of a blowjob on this flight then?" I looked at him in complete disgust and said "No!" whilst Gabrielle exclaimed "Eugh! How repulsive" Lee then said "Not to worry there are three other girls here who I imagine would be more than willing" I glared at him with an emotionless face and he said "2 girls here who would be willing, not including Gabrielle of course." I turned to look out of the window again and said "You do realise that I would have no problem with punching you in the face Lee.." he said "I don't doubt that you would Kyle and I wish to prevent it by all means.. I have seen you do it to others and do not wish to experience it." Maddox then came flying through the door and placed his head on my lap for me to stroke him and then the stuard reappeared with Bruno and Bambi. The stuard closed the doors and asked us to fasten our seatbelts, I took deep breaths and listened to calming music on my ipod - the sound only makes the experience worse. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">It was quarter past 8 when we finally took off and within 15 minutes of being in the air I had fallen to sleep. I woke a couple of times to see Lee Kayleigh and Kelly talking whilst Gabrielle was passed out on the couch with Bambi on top of her. The next time I awoke it was 3 o'clock and the stuard was giving us lunch. I looked around at everyone who was sat up looking exhausted. Lee could barely keep his eyes open, Kelly was sat up blinking heavily, Gabrielle was fishing around in her bag and Kayleigh was tying her hair up. The stuard came out and gave us all some late lunch consisting of a pianni with salad. Gabrielle returned from the toilet wearing a cashmere Juicy Couture tracksuit, that reminded me to change my outfit however out of fear, much to Gabrielle's displeasure, I remained where I was and changed. I put on a pair of Nike fleece tracksuit bottoms and my black D&G boxing hoody. Kelly did as I did and just stood up in front of us all and removed her skirt and top until she was stood wearing only a corset, knickers, suspenders and heels she then went into her handbag and pulled out dressing gown and put that on, Lee groaned and said "Jesus Christ Kel.. Are you trying to kill me? Stuck on here for goodness knows how much longer and your displaying your body and provocative lingerie." Kelly laughed and looked at me and said "Is he?" I moved my foot up to his crotch area and said "He most certainly is" Kelly laughed and said "I have that effect on most." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The flight had been tailored to suit our needs. From the jet which was intended to fly 14 passengers (minimized the number of stops necessary) to the fact that we would be making that 1 stop before Hamilton Island in Hong Kong where the first class lounge offers showering suites and a bar resembling that of a sophisticated wine bar as opposed to an airport. After having something to eat I changed my seat into a bed and went straight back to sleep. At half past 7 the air steward came into the cabin to tell us that we would be landing shortly. It seemed that the only person who hadn't been sleeping was Kayleigh and looked as though she was having a mental breakdown. I looked at her and she just stared at me and said "I think I am about to go insane.." Gabrielle woke up and said "Ugh thank god we're here" Lee corrected her and told her that we were only half way there when she said "Are you actually joking me? I am going to shoot myself in a minute, I've never been so bored and we're only half way!" I ignored Gabrielle's complaints and gripped the armrest for the duration of the descent. When we had landed despite being told to remain seated whilst the plane taxied we all got up to get our holdalls which contained yet another change of clothes. Whilst I got up to do so Gabrielle dropped into the splits right in the aisle and when I tried to get past her I said "Gabrielle must you do so right here?" she just looked at me and said "Yes Kyle I must, I'm seizing up!" Once we had stopped the steward opened the door and we all alighted from the jet and got onto a buggy which took us to the terminal. Meanwhile the steward took the dogs to use the toilet and, I imagine, cleaned out their litter tray etc. I felt little bit sorry for him, tending to 3 dogs as well as 5 passengers haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once inside the terminal the 5 of us walked straight to the first class lounge, Kelly's father had already phoned ahead and ensured that we would be granted access and that we would be able to use the showering facilities. We agreed to meet at the bar after having showered when Gabrielle, Kelly and Kayleigh said "No! Kyle we are going to have towels wrapped around our heads.. I cannot sit at a bar in such a mess! We shall meet at the jet in about half an hour or so." I showered and changed my previous tracksuit for a pair of black Armani Collezioni bottoms with a matching zip up jacket, the zip was only done up two thirds of the way so chest muscle was visible. Usually, after having landed from a flight I am relaxed and anticipating the events which lie ahead however on this occasion the only event which currently lay ahead was an eleven hour flight to Hamilton Island, something I was not thrilled about, hence the reason I went straight to the bar after having showered. As I approached the bar I saw a blonde male in a suit who was about my age and rather good looking, he looked at me as I walked towards the bar and I looked him up and down and smiled. I sat two seats down from the man who was now staring at me and ordered a Martini. He said "Is that not a little strong for quarter past four in the afternoon?" I smiled and said "Normally yes, however given the circumstances no" he replied "Oh I see, if you don't mind me asking what would they be?" I laughed and said "I am about to board yet another 12 hour flight on a private jet which is a traumatic experience due to my fear of flying and because of that flight I am unable to sleep with the rather good looking man sat next to me, despite my great desire to do so." He laughed and said "Somebody certainly isn't shy are they. An admirable quality, I see you have many" he looked at my chest "and I imagine you have plenty more which I simply must see, or experience. Where are you from?" I told him my home is in London but I don't really live anywhere and he said "Well that bodes well. I currently reside in Chicago however my job takes me to all major cities, hopefully we will one day cross paths." I finished my drink and he handed my a business card and said "I hope you will be in touch. It would be idiotic of me to let such a good opportunity get away." I took the card from him, picked up my bag and said "Well a phone call or message is dependant on your luck. I may see you in the future.." He smiled and said "Well I shall prey for the arrival of that message, it was a pleasure meeting you." I walked to the exit of the lounge where I found Gabrielle staring blankly at a Chinese member of staff wearing a different tracksuit, enormous sunglasses and had a towel wrapped around her head, the chinese lady was saying "We cannot allow you to take the towel from the lounge" Gabrielle clearly wasn't understanding a word of what she was saying and when she saw me coming said "Kyle can you understand this Hong Kongish lady, I don't know what she wants" I told her how she was talking about the towel and Gabrielle just said "Oh, I am sorry" she took her purse out of her bag and handed her a twenty pound note (english money) and said, very slowly "Here take this and buy yourself something nice, or if it really concerns you that much, replace the towel." She then walked out of the door and I followed whilst the chinese lady stood with a twenty pound note in her hand looking blank. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we got back onto the jet Kelly was sat straddling Lee kissing him, Gabrielle and I looked at one another and just went back to our seats. I did not doubt that either one of them would have a problem with having sex right infront of us. Gabrielle took the words right out of my mouth and said "If this is going to carry on further can you go into the other part of the plane" Kelly looked at her and said "Why dear, it would be educational and entertaining" Lee said "Oh no, Gabri-" I shot him a warning look at he stopped mid-sentance and turned his attention back to Kelly. I like the fact that I keep them all in order haha. Maddox came bounding back onto the plane so I chased him around for a while and had a fight with him until Kayleigh appeared and once again we had to prepare for another gruelling flight. My stomach did its usual routine and once again my knuckles turned white whilst gripping the armrest as we went down the runway. I went to sleep yet again however this time it was only for 3 hours I could sleep no more. Whilst I had been sleeping Lee and Kelly had passed the time by having sex in the other section of the plane whilst Gabrielle and Kayleigh slept. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After two hours of talking about who we were planning to sleep with out of the people whom we knew were going to be in Australia and bitching about those whom we disliked the boredom really was unbearable. With seven hours of the flight left I was suicidal. Gabrielle moved seats about five times as she thought it might have helped the boredom somehow, she spent some time sat on my knee for some inexplicable reason and when Lee said she could sit on his she said "No thank you dear, you probably just had, do excuse the vulgarity, Kelly's vagina near your mouth" Kelly butted in and said "Near? Gabrielle what do you think he was doing, blowing on it?" She said "Oh shush, everyone always makes out like I'm thick.." Lee said "And you're not?" she said "No, you all just think I am because I'm blonde and have fake boobs" Lee said "Oh right, well, what was that place where we just stopped off at?" She correctly said "Hong Kong" and then Lee said "What country's that in Gabrielle?" She smirked and said "Nice try, it is a country." Lee humoured her and said "Haha, oh she is intelligent" he rolled his eyes at the rest of us "Whilst on the topic of Geography, what's the capital of Rome" she always says the same thing and he finds it hilarious every time "Romania." I have no idea why she says this as she goes on countless trips to Rome and is fully aware that it is a city, I just don't think she has ever made the correlation. Oh well the gentle abuse helped pass the time. Gabrielle then said "Now that my integration" (interrogation) "is complete I'm going to do some bar work." She took a pair of pointe shoes out of her bag and put them on and then walked over to the armchair and began doing stationary ballet work, consisting of all sorts of abnormal movements and positions. One of which involved her left leg being placed behind her turned away from her body and then she outstretched her arms and bent over backwards touching the floor with her hands right by her feet. She looked like an invertebrate! Kelly expressed how wrong the position looked and then she lifted her right leg so that it made a straight line with her left which was still on the floor. Whilst doing other things the others expressed their amazement and she said "Kyle can do this" Lee lowered his eyebrows and said "Masculine Kyle" I said "Lee she has insisted upon teaching me since I was four years old and the teaching only got more intense once she began school and continued to do so throughout her time there, some of it was bound to have an effect. Elliot can do it too and the pair of us have the ability to kill you. Rather remarkable for such masculine people wouldn't you say?" He laughed and said "Oh touche Kyle. I didn't mean any harm, you know I love you really" and then came over, grabbed my head and kissed me on the forehead. Masculine... Especially for a straight person.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The rest of the flight involved repeated groans and the expression of one's boredom in five minute intervals. After the traumatic landing experience we all more or less piled out of the door out of sheer desperation for fresh air and a change of scenery. Once on the tarmac we were greeted by the heat and various blacked out 4x4's. It was 7 in the evening and upon realising this the girls began hurrying the staff from the airport assigned to the role of putting the luggage into the cars. I sat in one of the four cars and stared out of the window when I realised the vast amount of private jets which were present at the small airport. Evidently the majority of my peers had chartered them in order to come to the private island. I travelled in the car with Kayleigh to the harbour where we boarded Kayleigh's exceptionally large yacht. The crew loaded the cases onboard with haste as we were somewhat rushed and we departed once again heading towards Hayman island. All of us went on deck and opened of a bottle of Cristal and stood in our sunglasses getting incredibly excited about the upcoming party. After finishing the Champagne we all moved on to different beverages made by the crew and began getting ready. I contemplating taking a shower however thought it unnecessary as it had been a while since I last had sex and would want to do so upon my arrival at the island, thus I went and phoned my mother. I hadn't had chance to ask her what she was doing to New Year so I took the opportunity "Oh hello darling, your father and I are just leaving to go to the airport. We are flying to Monaco in a short while to spend the New Year with the Greens and Jim Walton and his delightful wife Lynn either at the casino or Hotel de Paris, we haven't quite decided yet. It shall be marvellous as I haven't seen them in a while..." I stopped paying attention and then she said "your father is meeting up with Vivi as soon as we arrive to go out for a few drinks whilst I go shopping with the ladies" upon saying this she had all my attention. Oh my goodness. My father's best friend and womaniser Vivi Nevo who I must say I have always had a minor liking towards. I know it is repulsive as he is old enough to be my father and he is not obviously good looking however his attitude and chizzled face makes him somewhat attractive. I am unsure of whether you will be able to locate him on an internet search as last I heard he had PR firms who kept him out of the public eye, that said he recently had relations with Kate Moss which I imagine gained him a little unwanted publicity. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Upon arriving at the island we disembarked from the yacht and left the luggage with the hotel staff whilst we got into golf buggies which took us to the hotel. As we passed the pool I noticed a few sleeping beauties by the pool side, clearly parties have already been taking place haha. It was gorgeous men in shorts galore, not to mention the amount of visible silicone boobs were in their abundance. Whilst passing the pool I spotted Elliot asleep with his sunglasses on and mouth ajar. I jumped off the buggy whilst still moving and walked over to him. I crawled onto his bed and straddled him and he woke up and said "Oh good afternoon, evening.. Christ my body clock is retarded" I stopped him midsentance and said "Elliot please don't bore me, I have been travelling for the past 25 hours meaning I haven't sex for an exceptionally long time.." he said "Oh I see.." and began kissing me. Whilst in the midst of doing so I heard "Oh my goodness Kyle!" I looked up and saw a girl called Erin I knew from going out in London however she moved to Newcastle and I haven't seen her for two years, she said "Fuck me it's been a while!" Still the same old vulgar self.. "Indeed it has dear, how the devil are you?" she told me she was fine and then said "Is this your boyfriend then?" Elliot and I looked at one another and then I said "Erin my love, it has only been two years, have you completely forgotten all of the rules which I live by?" She laughed and said "Still the same slut you always were then, Jesus I'm envious, still shagging 3 a week?" I said "Oh do be serious dear.. 4 at least, some more than once" she laughed and then said "Well before I turn green with envy I must go, I don't have long to get ready, I shall see you later on this evening." As soon as she walked away Elliot said "Who on earth was she?" I told him how I knew he her and he said "Boyfriend? Is she serious" I said "Elliot to be fair you are topless and I am straddled on top of you with my arms wrapped around your neck... I don't care about her anyway, cow. She clearly kept in touch with some people from London otherwise she wouldn't be here. Most probably so she could continue having sex, she was always abysmal at getting men whilst out. Anyway, your room?" </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After much needed intercourse I was incredibly rushed to get ready.. I ran from Elliot's villa to my suite and got straight into the shower and then began getting ready. I had purchased a Dolce & Gabanna ensemble for the evening which consisted of metallic grey pants, a slim fitting white shirt and a silver tie with a tie clip from Tiffany &co. Then it was time for the usual trauma of accessories and shoes. I chose a black leather monogram Gucci belt, a pair of Balenciaga shoes and a diamond encrusted GMT Master II Rolex. Once ready I put on some aftershave, grabbed my Blackberry and took myself next door to Kelly's room. She was stood in the mirror turning from side to side wearing a satin Trapeze dress by Alexander McQueen and a pair of Giuseppe Zanotti gladiator heels. Before she had chance to speak Kayleigh came charging in saying "Christ, will you zip me in..." She was wearing a srapless grey Yves Saint Laurent bustier dress with bronzey coloured Yves Saint Laurent heels from the tribute collection which were absolutely enormous. Whilst they both stared at themselves in the mirror I told them how I had crossed paths with Erin earlier in the evening, Kayleigh immediately said "Oh her who could never get men and constantly complained of never having sex.." Kelly laughed and said "Never having sex, darling the girl didn't know where her vagina was!" </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We left Kelly's suite and walked down the hall way to get Gabrielle, she opened the door looking absolutely magnificent in a black dress which had asymmetric ruffles around it, frays around the edges with ruffled flowers along one side, she had tied her hair up and put dark makeup on her eyes. With the dress she was wearing tights and a rather familiar looking pair of shoes. Kelly said "Oh my goodness, you look breathtaking. Where may I ask did you purchase that footwear?!" Whilst she was in admiration Gabrielle said "I saw them whilst at the Chanel show in Paris with Kyle and Camilla and asked Camilla if she would be so kind as to get them for me early and they were here when I checked in today. I have no idea how she knew of whereabouts here." I told her how I had been shopping with her at Harrods, yet Camilla did not mention anything about shoes. Whilst grabbing contraception and her phone the toilet flushed and the renowned Dj Coleman walked into the lounge area. We all greeted him and Kelly winked at Gabrielle and said "Well done for squeezing that into your schedule!" ... Like brother like sister haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once by the pool the music was blaring and everyone looked rather amazing. We all immediately ended up getting split up from one another to go and see people who we hadn't seen in a while. There was 300 people invited the event tonight so I imagine about 400 was present. All of whom were considered to be friends, or connected with one another in some way. The vast majority for me was through sexual relations. As I walked through the various crowds I tried to label them, there were the models, most were on cocaine, the fashionistas who worked for magazines (these people sucked up to Kayleigh due to her mothers high status within Conde Nast) and in shops etc. the people worked with people such as I i.e. people from P.R firms, musicians etc. and then there were the heirs and heiress' to their parents fortunes, this could be broken down into two categories: the promiscuous party animals such as myself and friends or those who worked for their parents and would most probably go to bed at 1 am. There were a number of people from the public eye at the party (they shall remain unnamed) however they got no attention whilst being here. As I passed through the crowds I received waves from a number of people, had my name shouted a number of times and stopped to have a few conversations. I found Elliot stood with a group of broad, good looking, men and went over to say hello. I didn't even have to be introduced by Elliot as as soon as I went over one of the men said "Kyle McQuillan, I was wondering when I would finally meet you" I was a little shocked, I had never seen this man in my life yet he knew my name so I said "Excuse me?" He replied "Well you manage to sleep with Elliot a number of times each week, you must have something other than incredible good looks and amazing physique going for you, something I imagine to be mind blowing." I now fully understood; he had heard of my sexual reputation. I stayed and talked to the men for a short while and they all said they would see me later - I certainly wouldn't mind seeing more later, having another conversation is not appealing. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I made another circuit of the pool I came across Gabrielle who had her back turned to a girl who was saying something yet Gabrielle stood and talked to a few men, a few being 5. I walked over and she turned around to the girl and said "What is it?!" I didn't hear what the girl said but Gabrielle just said "So..." When I got to Gabrielle's side I asked the men she was talking to what was going on, they looked a little scared of me and said that Gabrielle had slept with the girl's boyfriend. Gabrielle just said "Listen darling, you are going about this the complete wrong way. I don't even know who you are, actually I don't even know why you're here" she looked her up and down "therefore I had no idea when I slept with this lowlife that he was going out with you, yet you have stayed by his side and have come to confront me about the situation. Now try and tell me that isn't absurd." The girl stuttered a little and said "I have stayed with him because I love him!" Gabrielle laughed a little then replied "Well evidently the feeling is mutual dear, that's why he slept with me." The girl had a vicious tone to her voice now and said "Like you would know anything about love. I have heard about you and your slutty ways Gabrielle McQuillan" over my shoulder I heard the men say "that's her brother" I looked over my shoulder so they would be quiet, they immediately stopped speaking and I turned my attention back to Gabrielle who was now saying "Oh absolutely marvellous, haven't we all heard about my promiscuous ways. Perhaps it's due to the fact that I have a sex life which others dream of having, something unobtainable to most" she looked her up and down again haha "and what's more, I have no desire for a boyfriend if it meant running around clearing up the mess he had made making myself look like a complete and utter remedial infront of others. Something which you have just done. Have a nice evening my love." Gabrielle turned back around and looked at me and said "Did you want something dear?" I told her I didn't and she said "Well if you wouldn't mind going away, I would quite like to have sex this evening and that clearly isn't going to happen if you're stood by my side, hence the reason why these men haven't spoken a word since you arrived. Just like everyone else they have probably heard something about you or I, probably that you don't have a problem with punching people and wouldn't hesitate for a second if it was something to do with your darling sister now do clear off. I love you." Well, she certainly put me in my place. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Up until midnight I socialised with everyone, making a mental list of whom I was going to sleep with - it was growing by the minute haha. When midnight finally came around fireworks went off, champagne corks and champagne flew everywhere, I had my midnight kiss from Kelly much to the surrounding men's dismay haha, Ellie screamed at a boy for getting Champagne on her brand new dress and he gave her attitude so she bellowed "Ugh, I don't care, I didn't even know you were in me you're so small!" and then slapped him just so she knew everyone had been paying attention. Then she smiled and walked over to me and said "He shan't be sleeping with anyone tonight" haha. She had never even spoken to him before that moment, the penis remark was just pay back. I couldn't find Gabrielle amongst everyone on the beach however all of a sudden I heard her laughing and she had been lifted above the crowd holding a bottle of Dom Perignon haha. Then someone tapped me on the shoulder so I turned, stood facing me was one of the most attractive men I had seen all night! Oh my word! Words cannot describe! He bellowed over the shouts "Any chance I can have a new year's kiss?" I said "For now yes, you can have more than that later!" I told him my room number and told him to come and find me if I didn't see him before hand. Shortly after this whilst back around the pool area Kayleigh came onto a microphone and said "Ladies and Gentlemen I would like to give to you" a girl shouted something at her and Kayleigh just said "Like I care what you think, you can't even dress your self for crying out loud! I give to you, my esteemed friend Dj Coleman!!" She is such a loser haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We continued partying throughout the night (morning) and due to me still being on English time I was not getting tired at all haha. Gabrielle had received a great cheer from all the men at the bar when she went into splits (on top of the bar I might add) for their pleasure whilst Ellie stood in amusement. Post 4 a.m. the night is a bit of a blur and then becomes more clear after 7 when we decided to go to bed. Kelly and Gabrielle had chosen their men for the evening and I walked with them towards the hotel from the beach. On the beach and by the poolside there were people on the floor still holding bottles of wine or just looked as though they had dropped there to sleep. Gabrielle of course, being drunk, didn't care about these people and walked over them if they got in her way. The occasional one would groan and she'd just simply carry on walking haha. When we passed the pool area again I saw the men who Elliot had been talking to at the beginning of the night I went over with Gabrielle and Kelly and their two men to ask where Elliot was when one said "Oh he went with this fucking gorgeous man to bed not too long ago" I gasped and said "Ugh, that swine! Am I right in assuming all three of you are homosexual?" They said yes and I said "Well in that case come with me.." I walked between them and put my arms around them and walked to the hotel. Gabrielle laughed and said "Ahh start the year how you mean to end it.. With pleasure! Now I tell you, if you're rubbish in bed and I have this all year I will track you down and my brother over there will beat you up" he laughed and they began kissing, seems as though that's something I won't have to deal with. Kelly, who was now walking in front turned around so she was walking backwards and said "Are you three men kind enough to sleep with women too?" She got her heel wedged into the decking and began to fall when one of them grabbed her, she immediately freed her heel and then jumped and wrapped her legs around the man and started kissing him. Gabrielle suddenly exclaimed "We'll go on the yacht.. Come on!" and went with her man towards the harbour. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once in my bedroom we fooled around for a short while in the pool which I had and then took ourselves into the living area and then following that the majority of rooms the suite offered. It was evident that Kelly wasn't moving around as I could banging against the wall for the majority of the night haha. At about half 9 when I had just about finished my intercourse session there was a knock on my door, I opened it to Kayleigh who was stood slumped against the wall in sunglasses, heels and a Diane Von Furstenberg tunic, she lifted her head up and slurred "Ready for the pool now?" For some unknown reason I went and put some shorts and sunglasses on and went with her, leaving the three men in my suite asleep. When we got outside I think I recall seeing people on sun beds wearing the same outfit as the night before with a bottle of wine at their side, however it is all a bit of a haze. We fell straight to sleep upon lying down and woke up about 4 hours later when Kayleigh said "What on earth are we doing out here? Why the hell have I changed to come out here? Christ my head" haha. We ordered some drinks of water and then went back to our rooms to have a quick sleep and a shower. When I got into my room someone had brought Maddox back and he was currently sat ready to pounce with his teeth showing growling at one of the men I had slept with. He looked absolutely petrified and I couldn't help but laugh when I walked it and upon doing so Maddox immediately stopped. The men went back to their own rooms and I slept for a couple of hours and then showered and went back to the pool where Elliot, Kayleigh and Lee were. Elliot asked who I had slept with and I said "Well you took the person I was meant to be sleeping with didn't you so I had to improvise" he said "With whom..." and I said "I had a foursome with those three men" everyone began laughing at me and then Elliot came over and crawled between my legs and said "Oh I do apologise, be sure to tell me what it is I can do to to make it up to you" he began kissing me and I said "Elliot I stopped having sex about 6 hours ago, I need a rest first!" Then he started kissing my neck and whispering into my ear and it was a different story haha. Gabrielle came stumbling over the little bridge to where we were sat down next to us and said "I actually feel like death" Elliot went to get up and I pulled him back down and said "I highly doubt Gabrielle wishes to see what she will do if you move, remain where you were." Once everything was ok Elliot insisted on picking a fight with me, I did so and we stood punching one another, why? I have no idea. The alcohol was still in our systems haha. However Lee thought he would be cleaver and stood up to push us both into the pool, it worked and Elliot and myself jumped straight back out and went over to his bed. I picked him up and put him over my shoulder and then said to Elliot "How should we do this?" Elliot grabbed his arms and I grabbed his legs and he shouted "No! There is no need you two!" When we finally let go of him he flew haha. T'was rather amusing. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">For the rest of the day I went running with Maddox and Bruno and took them in the sea and then went to the gym before eating in the hotel that evening. The following day I slept with the man whom I was supposed to sleep with on New Year was it not for Elliot which was aboslutely amazing and then went out on the yacht with him. That evening I slept with someone else who I knew from London haha. The days have been going on like this ever since really haha. I have no idea when I shall be leaving as I am having a spiffing time, not as many people are here anymore but there is still plenty of people to stare at around the pool and the pectorals are just how I like them haha. Kelly's mother flew out yesterday and has been spending time with us haha, she came to collect the dogs however ended up staying. It is fine though, she is like one of us with Gabrielle's brain. I think she may be leaving tomorrow. We have made a group decision to stop off in a few places on the journey home in an attempt of making the flight more bearable. There should be more of us too so it ought to be better. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I shall keep you posted, perhaps not in such length though. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Much love,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Kyle. </p>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-42199114024137068292008-12-29T15:58:00.000-08:002009-04-19T14:40:29.778-07:00Pandemonium weekend... 29th December<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Writing this blog (whilst on the euro tunnel) is keeping me occupied and also keeping my mind off the horrendous hunger which has come over me. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Christmas day turned out to be spectacular in the end, we had a lovely time together and they didn't drive me too mad. On Boxing day I went snowboarding all day and was joined by my father half way through the day who tried to out do me on the slopes. It goes without saying that he failed at doing so miserably. His jumps were nowhere near up to the calibre of my flips haha. Gabrielle and my mother on the other hand skiied like ladies in their fur and sunglasses and Gabrielle sat and talked to Paris Hilton for a while in a cafe haha. I returned to London from Aspen alone on Saturday evening, my parents had cancelled all of their meetings and other work related things in order to take Gabrielle to Paris to discuss her latest idea of going back into dancing - meaning I have been overcome with boredom ever since. All of my friends are away, either still from Christmas or have already gone to Australia - where we're going for New Year thus I am being kept occupied by the members of the little black book. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Yesterday I didn't wake up until after midday and when I did quickly got in the shower and then put on a Tracksuit and went out with Maddox (my dog.) An hour or so and 12 miles later I returned to the house and then went to the gym for a couple of hours followed by a trip to the shops - what a mistake that was. I was completely oblivious to the post Christmas sales that were in every nameable high street and department store which resulted in me sat in gridlock traffic for what seemed like ages. Once I was finally parked I went to Bond Street; dressed in a pair of black metallic Gucci jeans, a deep crew neck t-shirt (exposing the pectorals haha) a black and blue Alexander McQueen skull scarf, vintage Gucci military boots, sunglasses (of course) by YSL, a black saggy beanie and a leather jacket both by Marc Jacobs, I acquired a number of bags and spent a substantial amount of money before heading back to my car. Despite the fact I needed to go I avoided Harrods as I knew it would be simply unbearable the weekend after Christmas. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I returned home I had nothing to do other than the jobs which I had been putting off for months. Firstly I went to the top floor into one of the spare bedrooms where I deposited my luggage when I returned from somewhere. The pile tends to gradually expand until a day like yesterday arrives and I decide to unpack. The first trunk was fine as it consisted of shoe boxes only, however I put it to one side so that I could phone the concierge at the hotel and have him send someone over to take a picture of each pair and place it on the box - it has to be done. Then I made my way through the other 20 or so cases, throwing the clothes either into the charity, dry clean or put away pile. Once I had produced three mere mountains which were slowly beginning to merge into one I phoned the concierge. I told him that I was unpacking and he sent someone to me straight away. When the young girl appeared at the door she looked a little shocked however my patience was wearing thin after already been unpacking for an hour and a half so I ignored her emotions and said "Have you done this for me before?" she said no and then I briefly explained how the clothes needed sorting into the bags she had brought with her, black and white ones. Emily (I think that might have been her name) was a hard worker and learnt fast haha, she managed to put everything into the correct colour bag and then listened whilst I explained the shoe sorting process. Like all the others before her she pulled out a little device from a bag and a camera and as she took a picture of the shoes the image printed and she stuck it on. Meanwhile I was running between floors and wardrobes hanging things in the correct place and putting suitcases and trunks back. Whilst hanging something up I came across a pair of Laboutin and Prada shoes which were Gabrielle's, I knew she would never wear them again as they were in the wrong place and they were out of season. I took them with me back to the top floor where Emily was taking her last photograph. I said to her "As opposed to me giving you a £10 tip which will no doubt be spent on a taxi home I shall give you these to thank you for your hard work." She looked from me to the boxes wide eyed and said "Thank you ever so much Mr. McQuillan.. Also, some of the things you are sending to charity are still worth quite a lot of money, you should consider selling them." Bless her, she was young, I said "I do not need the money dear, I need the space. Feel free to take anything from there for yourself, accessory wise of course. For example I believe there are a number of Alexander McQueen scarves in there which I have disposed of due to them having minor plucks, if you don't mind that then take them." I think she was already planning on rummaging through the bags anyway when she got to her staff room, I imagine all of the hotel staff share it out between them and send the things that nobody wants to charities. I once noticed a bell boy was wearing a pair of shoes I had thrown away, I had thrown them away because they had a scuff on them - his shoes had one extremely similar in exactly the same place... Coincidental? haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">That evening I sat at home severely bored and sent a message to a man called Aaron asking him to come round. He replied telling me he was out and would take a taxi back to my hotel. Time passed and the boredom got more painful and then my good friend Lee phoned to say he was just on his way back from Heathrow airport and wondered whether he could come round. I told him I would be glad of the company and then told Aaron not to bother haha. Lee is straight however every so often he will ask for oral sex from me and then complain when I make him return it, he does so rather well for a straight person and claims "it's worth being gay for the night if it means oral sex from (me)"... Flattered. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Before going to bed I decided to myself that I would get up early and take a trip to Harrods before the sale shoppers arrived when Lee brought me back down to earth and informed me that people had been queuing outside the doors to get in for 9 o'clock. This called for desperate measures. I messaged Camilla (Al Fayed, who's father owns Harrods) asking her what she could do in order to minimise inconvenience for ones self. She replied with <i>Haha, Kyle my love you weren't actually considering shopping amongst the thousands of angry shoppers were you? You're friends with me darling, why on earth would you even think you had to resort to such things. I will inform them of your arrival, you may go any time after six or if you'd rather you I could have someone go and open it for you now x </i> I told her I would must probably arrive at around 8 a.m and she told me which door to use. I love V. I.P treatment haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I imagine things like that happen all the time as none of the staff so much as looked twice at me browsing the shop floor before store opening hours. I did take a little longer than anticipated and more or less as soon as 9 o'clock arrived the shop filled and it was just like a Saturday afternoon. Whilst still shopping I received a message from Camilla saying <i> Are you still here? I need another opinion on my New Year's outfit... </i>I told her that I was and went to meet with her. She was in a room with a seamstress, personal shopper, harrods stylist and the legand that is Marigay McKee the lady who travels the globe, meets with designers and attends every fashion week picking stock for Harrods or, in this case, picking Camilla's new year's eve outfit. She looked absolutely gorgeous when I walked in wearing a couture gown whilst holding a glass of Champagne which I too got handed. Camilla turned to me and said "What do you think?" I told her she looked absolutely breathtaking and she said "Just what I wanted to hear - someone get me out of this thing" about 3 people saw to it that she was out of the 'thing' and into her normal clothes in the minimum amount of time. Once back in a beige Alberta Ferretti dress with a Miu Miu bag and Fendi shoes we left the private room to go to the beauty department. I got some new shower gel, shampoo, conditioner and 3 aftershaves whilst Camilla went behind the Chanel counter and had a lady apply some lip gloss. Following this she then went with me to get some underwear which I had forgotten when my mother rang. She went straight into conversation and said "With regards to your flight tomorrow darling, you're going to have to land in Paris where your sister will board and then go from here to Australia." I was under the illusion that I was taking a commercial flight and so said "I highly doubt British Airways are prepared to do such a thing just for Gabrielle's convenience mother" when she said "What on earth are you talking about, you're flying via jet" I groaned and said "Mum, you told me you would book a commercial flight" she just said "Well I forgot Kyle, my apologies however it cannot be helped. I shall see you tomorrow." I bluntly said "No." When she tutted and replied "What now?" I said "Mother I am not taking off an landing twice, that is absurd, you know I despise flying therefore I refuse. Why can't Gabrielle just fly direct from Paris?" My mother said "She won't because she gets bored and wants company" I protested "That is absolutely ludicrous, I have to go through trauma just so she isn't bored. I highly doubt I am going to be much fun on the flight, I'm petrified already! I shan't do it." Camilla was laughing at this point and my mother replied "Ugh I will just cancel your jet then" I said "Do so mother, I shall just book another" she took the thoughts directly out of my head when she said "Kyle you don't know how to." I told her to put my Dad on and she did, he came on the phone and said "What's the latest importune Kyle?" I said "If I drive to Paris today will you drive back in my car?" he said "On the condition that you bring your new one and put good dvds in the car" I then asked what was up with my mother and he said "Oh it's your sister, she's driving us insane... She put french audio description on the television this morning and we can't turn it off and she doesn't know how she did it" - sounds like something fairly normal for Gabrielle. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Finally I was ready to pay. The shop was now filled with shoppers barging past one another and the queues were rather large. I stood in line and Camilla looked at me like I was retarded and signalled for me to follow, I did so and the male behind the counter in his twenties looked at her blankly and said "You see this line of people, it's a queue. Join it and wait." Camilla looked a little dumbfounded and said "Yes I am fully aware of what this line of people is however I do not care. Could you please have someone come and serve me on this till please if you are unable to do so yourself." He didn't even look at her and said "Sorry everyone's busy. You'll just have to join the queue like everyone else." She said "Do you not know who I am?" He looked at her and said "No, which clearly says something now if you do not join the queue I will have to ring security and have you removed from the store." Camilla butted in and he raised his voice "Join the queue or I will ring security!" A dark scornful look came into her eyes and she burned him with her gaze then said "How dare you" she leant over the counter and picked up the telephone and dialled a number, he picked up a walkie-talkie phone thing and asked for security.. I was biting my bottom lip half excited half scared. Camilla barked "It's Camilla. What sort of people are you employing here in the store. There is a male working on the till who is seriously lacking in customer service skills and evidently doesn't know how to treat important customers with respect. I thought it was your job to ensure staff worked well and satisfied customer needs, I need a till opening and it has not been done due to the fact you are employing rude and insolent staff. Clearly staff whom don't perform is a reoccurring trend, perhaps my father ought to revise things with Human Resources!" The man behind the desk looked a little confused and then security approached and he began to smile. One of the security men was with her when we were in Paris and said "Good afternoon Miss Fayed" and then turned to the man behind the desk and said "What's the problem?" He had now lost any sense of a smile from his face and he stuttered and said "Oh err.." Then Camilla placed the phone back into the cradle and said "Your manager would like to see you... Immediately." A girl walked past the till and Camilla said "Excuse me, presumably you know who I am" she said "Yes Camilla" she continued "can you serve the people on this till for me please." Camilla walked behind the till and attempted taking a tag off a pair of jeans I was buying, it failed drastically and then the girl serving someone shouted another boy and he came and did it for her, she said "There is no need to put them through the till, just take the tags off." I said "No, put them through it's fine" Camilla said "Kyle do be quiet." Then the man handed me the bag and she walked away. I felt awful, I had just had six hundred pounds worth of stuff for nothing. As we left the shop I said "Not that I'm not already deeply grateful for everything you've done today, however could you get me a room at The Ritz please haha" She picked up her phone and said "Kyle McQuillan the things I do for you.. Good Afternoon it's Camilla. I need a room for tonight please. It's for my friend Kyle McQuillan, Chanel Suite please... In that case upgrade them and put Kyle and his sister in the Chanel. Thank you, good day." I said "Camilla I hope you have not just evicted someone from their room for me. I would have managed with a standard room" she said "Kyle, it was your parents who were already in there. They're being upgraded..."</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I said my good bye to Camilla when we went our separate ways, she to her chauffeur which would take her to the helipad so she could go back to Surrey and me to my car. When I arrived home Lee was lounging around my house in a pair of tracksuit bottoms and no top, I completely ignored him and went and packed some cases. I left some things out yesterday when sorting them out so I already had accessories, toiletries and shoes done - a case and a trunk. Then I needed shorts, swimming shorts, hats and general beach wear - 2 cases. T-shirts took up a trunk. Jeans and pants another trunk, knit wear and loungewear took up 2 cases and finally formal wear took up another trunk. I took all my luggage into the foyer and when it was all piled on top of one another I realised that it wasn't all going to fit in my 2 seater, practically-no-boot Lamborghini - slight problem. What to do when there's a problem and you don't know what to do? Ring Jackie, the personal assistant. Like always, she had a resolution, she was going to have them flown out to Paris within the next couple of hours and have the ritz collect them. I then said "Oh can you come and collect Maddox please.." She said "Kyle I can't tonight, I'm in Devon at a family event.. I'm having a day off you know haha." Yet another problem. I went back upstairs and asked Lee what he was doing today - looking at him sat lounging with a tray of room service it didn't look like a lot. He said "Nothing much - seeing a few girls. Why?" I said "Could you have Maddox for me until tomorrow when my parents come home... You can stay here for the night if you do and someone from the hotel will walk him so you needn't worry about that." He reluctantly agreed and as I picked up my holdall containing my laptop, magazines, dvds, ipod etc. to leave I said "Oh and don't use my bedroom... Go on the top floor if you'd be so kind and stay out of the wardrobes." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The journey wasn't as boring as usual as I had my new car to have fun with. I think I sped the majority of the way haha. Whilst on the eurotunnel, as usual, passers by stopped to stare at the car or to take pictures of it and then gawp into the window hoping to see someone famous as though I wasn't there - imbeciles. It's so annoying. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I finally arrived in Paris at around 6 o'clock someone took my car and then I went up to my room, absolutely exhausted, I did not have the energy for Gabrielle who was currently leaping around the room wearing point shoes and spinning on one leg. My parents came into the room and Gabrielle said "Kyle will you do a lift with me?" I told her no and she just carried on dancing then my father, just to be annoying, came over and began punching me saying "Liven up Kyle!" I punched him back and said "I was in Harrods for 8 o'clock and then drove here. I am exhausted!" He said "Is that all you do, shop? When are you going to start working with me and give something back to the world my son?" I said "I gave clothes to charity yesterday I'll have you know." He moaned and said "Oh my word, am I the only person in this family with any brains." I ignored him and remained sprawled on the couch with my eyes shut whilst Gabrielle protested and said "How dare you! I got 2 A*'s in my Gcse's" My Dad looked at her how everyone does when she says something stupid and said "Yes Gabrielle, performing arts and Dance - because you had devoted your life to it since you were three years old. Do tell me, what was the highest grade you got out of the rest of your subjects?" She said "C" and my father said "And the lowest..." she said "G" haha. The G was in Religious Studies, when asked what a rosary bead was used for she wrote: <i>a fashion accessory. Often worn by people such as David Beckham. Dolce & Gabanna have recently added them to their collection of jewels. </i>And like a true brat who had 2 nannies, when asked about the significance of Jesus riding into Jerusalem on a Donkey on Palm Sunday she wrote <i>It is significant as it shows that there is a hierarchy and those who are important or wealthy should be given right of way and people should treat them with the utmost respect. </i>Building on that question she was asked why people lay down their cloaks for him and she wrote <i>Fashion is a cycle and Gladiator sandals happen to be a part of that cycle. It just so happens that Jesus often wore Sandals in such a style on a daily basis as in addition to being fashionable, they were cool and comfortable. The people of Jerusalem would have seen him as an inspiration otherwise known as trend setter and wished to preserve the latest must-have. </i>Haha. I will never forget the day she came home telling us that! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I have just returned from a meal with my parents and Gabrielle and now I'm sat in the living room of my parents enormous suite watching television. I would go to bed however tomorrow I leave (I don't know when) for Australia, a.k.a incredibly long flight. Myself and 300 of my closest friends have hired a private island resort for a short while in order to celebrate the New Year. I don't really know who's going if I am entirely honest but I imagine there will be plenty there to keep me occupied ;) haha. The yacht is already making it's way there as is Elliot's, Lee's and Kayleigh's. I can barely contain myself I am so excited. I am going to stay up quite late this evening so that I will sleep all the way there. Ingenious. I have just sent a message to the personal trainer who I slept with during fashion week asking if he wants to come to the hotel, that should keep me up haha. </p><p></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Speak soon, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Much love, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Kyle. </p>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-66435646205709677882008-12-28T12:59:00.000-08:002009-04-19T14:40:29.779-07:00Christmas day...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10px; ">Granted, I may have suspended my profile due to it becoming a somewhat burden, however I came online to wish you all a Merry Christmas. <br /><br />Since last speaking I have spent time in Milan, Paris and the newly renovated Beverly Hills home. I returned to London last week before chartering a jet to bring us here to Aspen yesterday. Joining us on the flight was Jake, the family chef, and his family (which included his 4 and 7 year old son and daughter - just what I wished for whilst being petrified on the never ending flight.) My parents have paid for Jake and his family the suite at the St. Regis hotel so that we could enjoy a delicious Christmas dinner - something which the McQuillans would be completely unable to produce. <br /><br />For the week prior to our flight Jackie, my fathers Personal Assistant, has been living here. Along with her husband, Jackie took a jet to the family home in order to ensure all presents were delivered, the house was stocked with Champagne, Food, Dvds and firewood etc. I am also told that a person was paid to come to the house to decorate the spectacular Christmas trees which are in various rooms around the 6 bedroomed home. <br /><br />Surely enough when we awoke this morning the lounge was filled with perfectly wrapped gifts all in the same paper, white with gold ribbon, as they were every year. Like a child I unwrapped the gifts my parents had purchased just so I had things to unwrap, this consisted of Shoes, Clothes, Sunglasses, Jewellery, Leather goods... before they finally handed me my main present. I was unsure of what it was at first however when I pulled off the gold bow and white wrapping paper (just like every other gift) and saw the catalogue for a Lamborghini Murcielago Versace I knew that was what was awaiting me upon my return to London. An enormous smile spread across my face and my father threw me a smaller box containing the keys to my new car! The car has been made to order and from what I could gather was of top specification. It needed to be too. That is to ensure it equated to the cost of Gabrielle's main present - a Harry Winston ring. The ring was emerald cut set in Platinum and was larger than the bottom half of her finger and could therefore certainly be classified as a 'rock.' <br /><br />From Gabrielle and myself my father received a XSR48 superboat which was currently in the South of France and for my mother we had designed a ring. The ring was a cluster of oval cut diamonds engulfed in a platinum setting. On one side of the diamonds was the initial K and on the other a G whilst on the underside the letters McQ were to be found. Both of my parents adored their gifts and thus overall we were exceptionally happy. <br /><br />Gabrielle managed to put a stop to the happy spirit whilst having after dinner drinks. My parents asked how her internship with Peoples Revolution was going. My sister sighed and said "Well I simply cannot fault the social side of it, I just hate having a job where I am beneath someone whom I despise and who is always telling me I am doing things wrong." My father asked what it was that she was doing wrong and she said "Oh stupid things, for example the other day I went to Garren to have my hair done in my lunch break and it took a little longer than expected and she blew it completely out of proportion, dragging up past times like when I was an hour and a half late." My father lowered his eyebrows and said "Gabrielle, that is quite understandable.." She just sighed and said "I know, she's at that age where menopause is most common, it's not her fault she has mood swings, nevertheless there is no need for me to suffer due to her hot flushes and irregular periods... I think I'm going to quit when I get back." An entire degree put to waste haha. Then my father said "Oh marvellous, so does that mean I'm going to have both of my children lazing around the house or going out spending my money. What an excellent example you have set Kyle." Gabrielle smiled as though nothing was wrong and said "Oh no father.. I want to go back into dancing. I auditioned for Julliard and the New York City ballet and got accepted there and then due to excelling in my auditions." I couldn't believe she'd chosen to tell them this on Christmas day, I was in complete shock and thus, when the room fell silent and my parents looked at one another I began to laugh. My mother butted in and said "Well lets not have this conversation now." and then changed the subject haha. <br /><br />I wish you all the best today and hope you have as good a day as I have. <br /><br />Much love, <br />Kyle.</span>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-19379738330570597852008-11-22T13:00:00.001-08:002009-04-19T14:40:29.779-07:00London and Dubai... 22nd November<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Following my last post, you'll be surprised to know I have remained in England - despite the fact the weather is appalling. Since going dancing with Brian Friedman Gabrielle has not stopped. On Wednesday of last week she didn't have a busy timetable at university and so went to The Pineapple Dance Studios in convent garden. She paid for a studio for a couple of hours so that she could use it and make up dance routines etc. I was shopping on Bond Street at the time and after spending a few thousand pounds took a detour home via the studios. I went inside and asked where Gabrielle would be, she told me how she'd just paid to take one of the classes and where it was. I went and spotted her straight away. Stood at the front of the class whilst the teacher flicked through songs on her ipod, Gabrielle choreographed the dance and lead the group. I watched them run through the dance which she had created and whilst they had a minor break I went in and said hello, or so I intended upon doing. I gave Gabrielle the shoes I had been instructed to purchase for her (Azzedine Alaia) when all of a sudden all eyes were on me. I loved it of course. Gabrielle introduced me when someone asked whether I was a dancer also. I told them I wasn't when Gabrielle said "Well I did try when we were younger however his arabesque was truly diabolical. That said, he performs rather impressive lifts." As soon as she said it I knew what was coming. The whole class simultaneously asked for Gabrielle and I to perform some lifts for their entertainment. I declined. Yet the class were persistent as was Gabrielle so I gave in in the end. Gabrielle said "I have some of your tracksuit bottoms in my bag, I suggest you go and put them on as those jeans are not appropriate attire." She sounded like my mother. When I retuned Gabrielle had swapped her trainer things for point shoes and was stood on one toe with the other leg in a perfect straight line with the other. When I entered she stopped with the peculiar position and talked the class through the key to lifts etc. I didn't listen at that point and merely began listening when she told me which lift we were doing. I knew them all as I was required to do this fairly often when she was bored. It was in no way strenuous, I lift triple my sister's weight in the gym; she's like a feather. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once that minor ordeal was over with I told Gabrielle I would meet her back at our parents house. Whilst in the car on the way home I text Kelly and Elliot asking what they were doing. By this time it was about half past 4/5 o'clock.. Kelly replied telling me she was just having her hair done and Elliot said I've just got out of the shower, I will probably see you later.. I had no plans to do so however I wasn't going to decline so I said ok. Gabrielle arrived at my parents house about 10 minutes after I did. We sat in the kitchen with my mother for a while and she asked about what we'd done, we told her and then Gabrielle decided to make up a routine. When she suggested it I looked at her like she was stupid and said "No" when she said, as though it made it so much better "We can use it next time we're out in London together.." My mother cut her off when she asked whether Gabrielle had booked a jet for the weekend yet, Gabrielle replied "I don't know, has she?" my mother said "Has who, I'm asking you dear" Gabrielle looked at her like she was an idiot and said "Well I am not going to know how to book a jet am I.. I was referring to Jackie" she then bellowed Jackie's name through the house, telling her to come to the kitchen. My mother said "I do not understand what you two find so challenging about making a phone call to book a jet.. Jackie is not here to assist you, she is your father's assistant" Jackie walked into the room and I walked past and smacked her on the bum and said "She doesn't mind, it keeps her going and prevents premeture aging. If she were to get bored due to having nothing to do those frown lines would develop an awful lot quicker" Gabrielle was oblivious to what we were talking about and said "Jackie you can make up a routine with me!" Jackie also said no and Gabrielle said "I'm your boss, do it!" She was joking of course and Jackie laughed however my mother tutted and said "Gabrielle. You don't even have the authority do dismiss our staff dear.." Gabrielle said "Ok, I'm sorry but will you dance with me?" Jackie said "No Gabrielle I shan't. Now, what is it that you called me in here for?" Gabrielle told her she needed a jet for Friday morning to New York, Jackie said "I shall book you one right away.. Why aren't you getting ready?" Gabrielle looked blank and then my mother said "Oh buggeration.. I forgot to mention it to you. It's the James Bond premiere this evening.." Gabrielle and I looked at each other and gasped, she ran upstairs whilst I grabbed my car keys off the table to go and get my new clothes from the car. When I got back inside Gabrielle bellowed "Kyle.. Can you go and get Claire from her house for me. It is a matter of urgency, I need to wash my hair!" I agreed but took her car. Claireis a makeup artist and became friends with my sister due to her requiring her services most weeks prior to a night out. Claire does Gabrielle's makeup for free on the condition that she can borrow some of Gabrielle's clothes occasionally... She's a makeup artist, on her wage she cannot afford to spend £1,000 on one dress and my sister only wears it once. It seems like a rather good deal which they have in practise...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I collected Claire and took her back to my parents house. With her, Claire had a rather large Louis Vuitton makeup case which had Gabrielle's date of birth on it. I enquired about this and she said "Oh, she spilt liquid eye liner inside of it and wouldn't use it anymore so she gave it to me. I of course didn't say no, these things retail at over two thousand pounds!" When we arrived back at my parents I ran up to my room to have a shower and Claire went into Gabrielle's where the hairdryer was currently going. Once out of the shower I put on a black tailored suit which was in my wardrobe from Saville Rowe along with a Tom Ford shirt and shoes which I had purchased that afternoon. I went to my many accessory draws and put on a skinny Gucci scarf which complimented the open neck shirt. I then put on my Rolex and a Bulgari ring, which I didn't know I had haha. When I was finally ready I put on a spritz of my Clive Christian no 1 aftershave and went to Gabrielle's room. Shopping bags and clothes littered her floor, I walked through her enourmous walk-in wardrobe to the bathroom which doubled as a dressing room. She was sat at the dressing table whilst Claire did her makeup and someone else who I'd seen before did her hair. She was nearly done and said "Kyle which dress do you prefer? They're hung up in my wardrobe.." The term wardrobe didn't quite suit the room in which she kept her clothes. She has the biggest one in the house yet still overflows into mine and the spare bedroom. In there she has black walls with a dark grey (almost black) pattern on, black shag pile carpet, a white ceiling with a white chaise longue in one corner of the room, a mannequin in the other which was currently wearing a black Christian Lacroix gown (possibly couture), a white chandelier on the cieling with and her clothes take up the rest of the wall space behind glass doors which can be frosted via a switch, when the doors for each wardrobe are opened the dimmed light goes brighter and dimms again when closing the door. There is a rather large black suede set of draws in the centre of the room which has glass covering the surface except for a couple of inches, beneath the glass there is a range of jewellery consisting of coloured stones, Harry Winston rings etc. The section which isn't covered by glass lifts up and a television comes out which can be turned so that she can watch it whilst picking an outfit to wear. All in all, a rather spectacular wardrobe space. I looked at the dresses: a Marc Jacobs lace dress, a black Escada strapless dress and a black Chloe dress with a bow on the front. I told her I prefered the Chloe and she came in, hair done, with her two helpers and asked for their opinion. All of us agreed except Gabrielle.. She preferred the Marc Jacobs. She said "Oh before I forget here you go Claire.." she handed her a BE&D shoe box "I forgot I had them and I won't wear them again now, there's a little scuff on the heel" she took them out of the box and to the naked eye, there was no scuff. Gabrielle had probably examined them before wearing them we both did with anything which we had worn before. Claire took the shoes and then Gabrielle said "Ah, Jacob, how can I thank you.. She opened the bottom drawer of the little island which lit up upon doing so. It was her refrigerator. She took out a bottle of Dom Perignon and handed it to him. They both kissed her on the cheek and said "This will do us for the next few times I think dear.. See you soon" </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I went downstairs and sat in the drawing room with my mother while I waited for Gabrielle. I asked her why she wasn't going and she said "I cannot be bothered dear, plus I'm catching a 6 o'clock flight to Dubai in the morning due to work so I need an early night. Your father is going though, I think he may take Jackie's husband. She tells me he adores James Bond so I imagine it will make his day, or year perhaps. I forgot to tell her actually..." She told me to go and see how long my Dad would be whilst she phoned Jackie. I went into his bedroom and asked how long he would be, he said "Not long now, 15 minutes or so.. You're not going are you?" I tutted and said "Father I ought to be asking you that question. Please try not to humiliate me or Gabrielle this time" I was referring to last time we went to a red carpet event my father saw me talking to a male when inside and came over and said "I can assure you he won't ring you back, after tonight you will neither hear or see of him again" the person asked who he was at that point and he said "Can't you tell where he gets his astonishing good looks from. I'm his father of course" he then kissed me on the cheek. I was so embarrassed. Whilst he went over to Gabrielle I went to my mother so she would have words. When he went over to Gabrielle he asked her and the person who she was talking to what they were talking about. She told him nothing really, hoping he'd walk away and then he said "What were you hoping to get from this conversation? A friendship or a marvellous evening?" The person said the latter and then asked who he was, Gabrielle was stood with her eyes shut cringing at this point and my father said "Her father. Now the fact that you just admitted you want to do such a thing to a complete stranger and someone who is clearly far older than you shows a complete lack of social decency and therefore I think you ought to walk away and not talk to my daughter here. Now I shall inform my son over there of who you are so I advise, seeing as he will be with her for the rest of the evening that you don't attempt to make a move with Gabrielle." You can imagine how much she screamed at him upon arriving home the next day. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I went back downstairs and my mother said she would take us to the premiere now. She shouted Gabrielle but she asked her to come up stairs. Ten minutes later they both came down and I asked what could have taken so long "Jewellery Kyle" was the answer I got from both of them. My mother got the keys to her Mercedes when me and Gabrielle both said "No!" She asked what and Gabrielle said "The Bentley mother" I said "No! The Rolls" Gabrielle changed her mind and agreed with me and then my mother went to change her keys. We both sat in the back of the black Phantom texting our friends seeing who would be there whilst my mother told us to behave ourselves. We arrived at more or less the same time as Princes William and Harry so everybody was screaming. I almost felt deaf. Gabrielle thought it was for her at first I just allowed her to figure that out in her head though. We saw Kelly on the red carpet with Elliot and Lee arrived shortly after with Kayleigh and Ellie, one on each arm. The film was good however would have been better had Gabrielle not been pestering Lee about what was happening and then leaning over and asking me. I merely told her to pretend she knew and try to look interested. Kelly complained of being bored and that the film was poorly shot as she couldn't see what was happening half the time and gazed around the room at peoples outfits for most of it. Afterwards we all took cars to the after party at The Battersea Power Station... My father went in his Aston Martin in aid of James Bond whereas me and my friends had organised chauffeurs. I didn't know what to expect of the venue as the power station is and unsightly obstruction however when we arrived there it was rather nice. The party was held in a huge marquee which had red carpet throughout and a huge bar in the centre of the room. About half an hour into the party my mother came over to the table dressed in a Herve Leger dress and said "Hello darling, I got bored at home. Your father and I are sat just over there with Mohammed, come and say hello." I went with my mother to her table where my father was sat drinking Whisky and talking to Mohammed Al Fayed (owner of Harrods and The Ritz Pars - my friend's father.) He made rather a fuss of me and said "Camilla tells me you've just returned from a stay in Paris.. Did they treat you well? You were there for a number of weeks weren't you?" I told him they treated me with exceptionally well and I had no idea how long I had been there. He turned to my mother and said "A few weeks in the Chanel suite must have cost you a little... I'll have them refund it for such dear friends" my mother said "Don't be so absurd, it's nothing to worry about. He spent near enough the same amount of money on shopping whilst there.." Mohammed said "No doubt Camilla helped with that" I asked where she was this evening and he said "At a party for Yves Saint Laurent, we were both invited but I'd rather be here. She just messaged telling me it wasn't the most fun." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">A couple of hours or so later, after rather a few glasses of wine Camilla showed up. She looked stunning in a black dress with tights and heels and hugged me and Gabrielle upon our arrival. There was a body guard standing by her just in case, as usual. She had just come from The Connaught hotel but said this scene was a lot more lively. Camilla joined us at our table whilst her body guard watched over. Lee attempted making a pass at her but I merely shook my head suggesting he shouldn't bother - she's not like that. We all left at around 1 a.m. Camilla said she'd get in touch soon and took a helicopter back to her surrey mansion with her father. Kelly came back to my house, I tried to ignore the fact and they tried to not make it obvious however Gabrielle went back with Lee and Elliot came with Kayleigh to my house. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I woke up in the morning I went downstairs into the kitchen to see everyone. They had already ordered room service for us all and were sat around the table eating. All of them had my clothes on. Elliot had on a pair of tracksuit bottoms and no top, Kelly had on my shirt from the previous night, Kayleigh had on a hooded jumper which covered her bottom half also and I just had on a hooded sweatshirt with my underwear. We all thought about what we were going to do today and Elliot said he was going running, I told him to take Maddox with him so I didn't have to go running as well as the gym which was my plan, Kelly said she would join me in the gym and Kayleigh didn't know. I booked Kelly and I a session with the personal trainer for boxing which I thought would be a good work out for both of us. I booked it for 2 o'clock and she swapped my shirt for a tracksuit of Gabrielle's which she left in my house and we went to the gym. The trainer wasn't particularly good looking however had a body like mine from what I could see. We boxed for a little while and then he told us to put on the glove things and punch each others hands. Kelly punched mine and there was no problem. Then we swapped. I punched her hand with relative force, yet no where near as far as I could have and as soon as I did so she shouted "Ouch you imbecile!" and hit me across the head with the pad. I said "Kelly how on earth did that hurt.. You have a pad on your hand." She had a little tantrum and said "I am no longer participating in this. I shall see you in the Jacuzzi. You have some making up to do!" Whilst I finished off my session Kelly went and put a bikini on which she found in the room Gabrielle uses. I had no idea she kept all of this stuff in my house. When we got into the Jacuzzi there was another couple in there around forty years old. I made a conversation with them and then after 5 minutes Kelly mouthed "I'm bored" and bit her lip provocatively meaning she wanted to go and have sex. I didn't feel like it at that moment in time, I was nice and relaxed and still having a conversation with the couple. Then she began rubbing me with her foot. It was rather amusing as we were both carrying on the conversation whilst she rubbed me with her foot, oblivious to the couple that she was sexually seducing me in their presence. I ignored her for a little while longer as I knew it was more of a torture for her than it was for me, although it was becoming rather unbearable, then she moved next to me. When she did so she started putting her hand down my shorts which I could only bear for a few more minutes and then we had to excuse ourselves and I walked through the pool area trying to hide my erection before getting my towel. She won. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Later that day I went to Cipriani for tea with my friend Chloe who I haven't seen for a number of weeks. We had a lovely meal and I headed back home at around eleven. When I got into my house Gabrielle was in the Drawing Room watching the television. I wasn't expecting her to be there. I asked "What are you doing here?" she told me how my father dropped her off on his way to the airport because she was bored but I wasn't in so she just stayed. Then she said "Kyle.. Will you stay at Mum and Dad's this evening?" I asked her why and she said "Well you're taking me to the airport in the morning anyway and they're both away as is Jackie so I'll be scared." I audibly exhaled and then asked "How much luggage do you have for New York?" She shrugged and said "Not a lot, only about 6 pieces." She was going for 3 days! I went and got the keys to my Porsche 4x4, the only car which would fit that amount of luggage in and left with Gabrielle. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we arrived at my parents house her luggage was piled on the landing. I asked what on earth she was taking and she said "Kyle I am moving there in a couple of weeks. I need to take all of this seasons bags and things with me... I shan't be taking much with me. I haven't been buying an awful lot of winter attire as I intend on purchasing it all when I'm over there." It seems my mother and father will be recieving a rather large credit card bill this month... Gabrielle and I watched some television for a little while before going to bed. In the morning I woke up at about 8 in order to get Gabrielle up, which I might add is a grueling task, and whilst she woke up and showered I went for a swim on the lower level. When I went back upstairs to get in the shower Gabrielle shouted "Kyle, is Jake here yet?" Jake is the chef. I said "No he's off today, Mum and Dad aren't here and you're leaving." She had a minor tantrum (early morning) and muttered something along the lines of "Well what am I supposed to eat then?!" </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">An hour later she was ready and came downstairs dressed in a white flowy Donna Karan dress with a bow on the front and ruffles randomly around it, a Mike and Chris leather jacket, some Chloe boots which had leather straps wrapped around, a gold Hermes Birkin bag, a pair of Marc Jacobs aviators and various gold necklaces. I put the bags in the car whilst she sat and messed in her bag. About 5 minutes into our journey she exlaimed "The dog!" I asked what and she said "I've forgotten Bambi! She's in her bag sat in the hall way, go back!" I huffed and turned the car around. Once we were about 10 minutes away from the airport, with the dog, Gabrielle phoned the airport. I wasn't really listening but she said something like "Good Afternoon, I will be arriving at Heathrow within the next 15 minutes in order to catch a private jet however I will need assistance with my luggage so could you please have someone greet me upon arrival.. Thank you." Most would think this was ridiculous however it was quite a necessity. She had 6 items of luggage therefore meaning she would probably need 2 trollies, plus she has her dog and was wearing 5 inch heels. Surely enough, when we arrived there was someone there to meet us and manage her luggage. Gabrielle got out of the car kissed me on the cheek and then took Bambi out of her bag, tossed the bag on to the trolley which the man was currently piling luggage on to and then walked off on the phone with the dog prancing next to her. A moment or so later the man went in pursuit of Gabrielle with the two luggage trollies and I headed back home. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I arrived back home I took Maddox running and then went to the gym. I met Kelly and Ellie for a late lunch around 2 p.m and we decided to stay in at Ellie's that evening. We did so and her mother treated it to a couple of bottles of Krug which we more than happily consumed. Kelly stayed at mine that evening. I phoned my mother in the morning to see what she was doing. She told me she wasn't doing much and whether I wished to go shopping for my Christmas presents. Of course I wanted to do that! I put on some unworn khaki Jean Paul Gaultier pants which had black corset detailing on the front with a black Cavalli coat, a pair of black Vivienne Westwood pirate boots, my black diamond encrusted Chanel J12 and some biker Prada gloves. I drove to my parents house and my parents house in my Porsche and went inside. My mother was wearing a black knitted Karl Largerfeld tunic/dress with black tights, an open white/cream Burberry trench with gold buttons with some lace up patent Versace booties and a black patent leather Hermes croc skin birkin. She was on the phone when I got there, presumably to work saying "I do not understand what the problem is!" I mouthed to her "Who's driving?" and she help up the Bentley car keys which were in her hand, meaning she was. She put her black sunglasses on and motioned for me to go and get in the car. When she got into the drivers seat she said "Ugh I will be there in a minute!" and hung up the phone. She looked at me and said "I do apologise Kyle however I am going to have to nip into work, I will only be 5 minutes." It has been well over a year since I went into my parents' workplace with them. Usually I just nip to drop something off with to be given to them. I have no interest in their work. Yet, due to the curiosity I asked my mother whether I could do. She looked shocked and said "If you wish so Kyle." Once inside I walked past her various assistants desks and as she walked through was handed various papers and people said "Good Afternoon Camilla" whilst sheepishly rushing past her haha. One girl walked past and my mother said "Lucie, have you confirmed my meetings in Dubai and Moscow next week?" Lucie is one of her assistants, she looked a little shocked to see her and stopped dead and she said "Er, no, not yet Camilla-" My mother jutted in and said "Not yet? Have you had some sort of prior commitment? Judging by your appearance it seems you have been slacking all day, what are those things on your feet?" She looked down at the muddy red converse she was wearing with her skinny jeans and said "Shoes Mrs. McQuillan.." My mother replied "Oh that's what you're calling them is it? Well perhaps out of the work environment they may qualify as such things however, in here they are no more than hideous and not permitted. I expect 3 inches minimum. I suggest you go and confirm my appointments and inform me when you have done so." We walked off and I said into my mothers office and she picked up the phone. When she did so a girl walked in from behind me dressed in a pencil skirt, cream blouse and heels - permitted. She handed her some papers and then they had a discussion about something at the end of which my mother said "and Hannah" she stopped and turned back to facing my mother "I don't expect such fatuous mistakes to occur again, is that clear?" Hannah said "Yes Camilla. My apologies." My mother picked up her papers and said "We can leave now dear. Bond Street first?" I told her yes and whilst walking out I said "Marvellous display of authority mother, I now know where I inherit my skills from" she laughed and said "I believe the term is power bitch darling."</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Whilst on Bond Street I didn't see much which I wanted for Christmas. I was looking for mainly jewellery and things as with clothes I could just buy them for myself at at anytime. Whilst in Gucci Gabrielle phoned me. Before we could have any sort of catch up she said "Kyle, I'm in Tom Ford and there is the most gorgeous fur coat for you! It's $28,000... Ring mum and ask her!" I said "Oh my goodness I know! I saw it when I was there last but thought I had best not. I'm with her now, one moment." I went to find my mother who had a man holding 3 pairs of shoes ready for purchase and said "Mum, Gabrielle's on the phone and she's seen a coat I like and I was wondering whether I could have it" she stared at me in confusion and then said "Kyle, since when have you asked whether or not you can purchase any items of clothing?" I said "I know mother however this particular item is £14,000..." She audibly exhaled and said "Can you not have it as an extra for Christmas, I am at a loss as to what to get you to open. I have your main present sorted.." I said "I know but Mum I want it now" she just tutted and said "I suppose so yes.. I suggest you try and keep the spending on the low for the next week Kyle." I told Gabrielle to purchase the coat and then walked away and said "She said she has my main present too what is it?" She said "I have no idea, do you know what mine is? Find out. Got to go, love you bye-" and she went. Despite the fact I had just got the coat via New York, I managed to get an outfit for that evening incase I went out. On the walk back to the car I said to my mother nonchalantly "What've you got Gabrielle for Christmas?" She looked at me and said "Kyle darling. I have made this mistake in the past and Gabrielle was rather unsurprised when she opened it on Christmas day. I shan't be telling you. You can also tell that sister of yours to not bother asking about yours as I won't tell her either." There went that plan. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">My father met my mother and I for lunch at Scott's and then I went back to their house for the afternoon. At around 5 I went and collected Elliot from his house and took him back to mine. Kelly messaged us both asking if we'd like to go into London that evening and I said I would... It had been ages since I had been out! Me and Elliot messed about for a while and began getting ready at 8. Due to us not knowing we would be going out Elliot had no clothes with him and so went to my wardrobes. I had bought an outfit whilst out with my mother however didn't really feel like wearing it so I resorted the the wardrobes too and left the new outfit in it's bag on the floor. I ended up a little dressed down in a pair of slim seven jeans, a plain white Dolce & Gabanna Tee and a Gucci belt however made it a little more like clubbing attire with a pair of pointed Dior shoes and a square Alexander McQueen Scarf (folded into a triangle) which was an adaptation of the cruise Skull scarf however this one had paisley on along with my diamond Rolex. Elliot was wearing a shirt of mine from Burberry with some dark jeans and Alexander McQueen boots. Kelly phoned and said she was on her way round to collect us in her mother's car and she would be there in a minute. I grabbed a wallet, memberships for clubs and some money I found on the side and went and got into the car. When we got in Kelly's mum said "Hello gentlemen.. Are you looking forward to tonight?" We told her we were and she pulled three packets of condoms out of her handbag and gave each of us a box and said "Well I would hate to think I was aware of you having sex and didn't promote safety so here you are." Kelly kissed her mum on the cheek and said "Oh thank you mum, however I have a bag full" her mothers facial expression dropped and she said "A bag full? Kelly why is it necessary to have a bag full? How much sex do you intend upon having?" Kelly just said "I have no idea mother, that is precisely why I brought a bag full. It depends on how many people I meet as to how much I have" ... Her mother didn't speak for the rest of the journey. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We walked straight into Maddox and saw Ellie at the bar who looked flustered and said "I have no condoms in my clutch.. Can I have some of yours?" She looked at all three of us and Kelly said "Here have these, my mother gave them to me just... Looks like I shan't be taking anybody back home this evening. Kyle will you be so kind as to accomodate me or shall I ring the Metropolitan and book a room?" I told her she could stay at my house on the condition she stayed upstairs - in the bed. Within minutes she was being stared at by men from all around the room as was Ellie which they loved of course. Elliot and I on the other hand were severely lacking in men. Almost everyone who was in the club that evening was with a female and those who weren't were staring at Kelly's breasts. When it got to about half past 12 I was reaching depression and so we decided to go elsewhere. We left the club, rather tipsy, and went to The Kingly Club. When we got inside we were immediately approached by a good looking male, he said "Well well, I haven't seen you two around in a while" I had no clue as to who he was but improvised "Indeed, it has been a while. Who are you here with?" I was hoping that by saying this he would point out somebody I knew. Instead he pointed to a table of equally good looking people who knowingly acknowledged us and said "Join us for a drink" Elliot said "Of course, we shall be over in a moment after nipping to the bar." We walked away and I said "Do you know who he was?" he replied "I have no idea however he is a potential sleeping partner for the evening so we shall go over..." We bought drinks and joined them at their table. From the gist of it I gathered that both Elliot and I had slept with the man who approached us yet the others knew of us also, therefore, out of sheer confusion I asked "I do apologise however I am a little confused. Who here have I had sexual relations with?" The answer. All five of them. I laughed and Elliot said "And me?" All bar one. It was rather amusing actually. 5 of our past sexual partners had managed to congregate before us yet neither of us knew a single name. Nevertheless, I went home with two of them that evening and Elliot went back with the one he hadn't slept with. By the time I arrived home I was slightly drunk and as soon as I opened the door I knew Kelly was home. There was a trail of clothes leading upstairs and I could hear faint noises coming from the upper floor. The men, who's names I still hadn't remembered, said "Kyle is there somebody else here" I said "Oh yes, there could be a few for all I know. It's my friend Kelly. Not to worry, she's on the third floor." Whilst they went to my room I went into where Kelly was to tell her I was home. When I walked in she was on top of the man still wearing her rather provocative bustier/corset along with her tights and suspenders making an awful racket. I said "Kelly dear, I'm back now" She stopped and said "Oh hello, did you and Elliot have a good night?" The man opened his eyes and lifted his head up, wondering why his pleasure had been momentarily paused. I replied "Oh yes it was rather amusing actually, Elliot and I went to The Kingly Club where we met a group of gentleman who-" the man butted in and said "Erm, hello?" Kelly said "Oh goodness, I forgot you were still in me" pleasant image "Kyle we shall resume this conversation later. I may come and see what you brought home once I am finished with him." It appears I wasn't the only not to know the name of the person I was sleeping with.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">In the morning the two men woke up fairly early and woke me up also so I took Maddox out running for a couple of hours. When I returned Kelly was having sex yet again so I just sat downstairs on the phone and watched some television. Once Kelly had finished I expected to see the man who she had slept with the night before to come down the stairs however it was my receptionist who did. He merely smiled at me and said "Good Morning Mr. McQuillan. I have left your post in the study. Have a nice day" as though he had just greeted me upon entering the foyer. Kelly came downstairs not long after and joined me in the drawing room. We lazed around for a little while and then went for showers etc. I didn't do much for the rest of the day and I went and collected Gabrielle from the airport at about 4. Yet again she entered the car carring no more than her dog, blackberry and handbag whilst a member of airport staff managed her now reduced luggage. When she got into the car I said "Do you have my coat?!" She tutted and said "I knew there was something I had forgotten.." Half of me expected her to tell me she was joking and that it was in the boot, however the more intelligent side of me said she had genuinely forgotten. After showing no sign of a joke I said "Oh Gabrielle I have been looking forward to that all weekend!" She stared at me and said "Really? That, Kyle, is rather sad. Do you have nothing better to look forward to? Seeing your sister perhaps.." I said "Yesss... Seeing my sister who was bring me a new Tom Ford coat. You are actually useless" she just said "Don't stress darling, you'll need botox earlier and besides, I'm going back on Thursday. I'm dining with friends." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When Thursday finally came around Gabrielle departed on an early morning flight whilst I got ready to go to Manchester for the night. She said she was only going for the day to meet with friends and go shopping followed by a night out and would be returning on Wednesday for university. I got ready and then packed a holdall and a suitcase and put them into my Audi R8 in which I put the destination Manchester. Following the four hour journey I pulled into the car park at The Lowry hotel and was subjected to road rage by a person pulling out next to me. I made no attempt of moving out of the way and instead stopped dead and turned to see Kayleigh sat next to Lee in his lambourghini smiling back at me. I swapped my miserable expression for a smile and put down the window. They told me they were going for lunch and shopping in the city centre and asked whether I'd like to join them. I declined. I was exhausted and we would most likely be going out in Manchester that evening followed by another late night the day after so I opted for an afternoon nap haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I woke from my sleep at about 5 o'clock I had 12 messages and 18 missed calls.. A few of the calls were from numers I didn't know of, two from my mum, one from Jackie (p.a) and other various people. I had a message from Gabrielle which said <i>Kyle, who is Bert Obana... Something to do with America I presume. I have spent a whole conversation nodding x. </i>The person she was referring to was Barrack Obama, you get used to her and manage to translate. The other messages were from Elliot, Kelly, Kayleigh and Lee. Elliot said <i>I'm here. What are we doing tonight? </i>Kelly said <i>In bed? Kyle dear it's 2 O'clock in the afternoon x</i>. Plus another one saying <i>Do you plan on waking up any time soon? x </i>Kayleigh had messaged to say <i>The concierge has made us a reservation for 8. Ensure you're ready x </i>and Lee the ever so simple <i>My room for blowjobs? </i>You see, I am so good even straight men crave oral sex from me haha. The other messages were from people asking whether I would be going out into London or whether I wanted to meet up (sex) and there was one from a friend asking whether I knew anyone he could sleep with in Rome haha. Somewhat random you may think. Not the case. I receive such messages on a daily basis. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I got ready and then went to Kayleigh's room so that we could go out. She was ready which was the first and so we phoned everyone else to see whether they were or not. Elliot was waiting for Kelly to find a pair of shoes and Lee was waiting in the bar. We went downstairs and made the decision to leave as Kelly could be a while, I asked Kayeligh whether she would be coming with me or Lee and she said "That would be Lee darling... Less chance of death" I came back with "Through the driving perhaps yes, however the sheer lack of thrill in the journey may lead you to insanity." I did end up arriving there about 5 minutes before Lee and waited in the car park for him. We were dining at an Asian restaurant named Ithaca. The meal was delicious and afterwards we went to The Living Room lounge for drinks and to seek out strangers. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Upon entrance Lee was straight to the females at the bar and the men were straight onto Kelly and Kayleigh. Meanwhile Elliot and myself went and bought everyone drinks at the bar and then took them to the table which Kelly and Kayleigh were sat at. When I sat down Kelly said "Which one do you prefer, him by the bar or him at that table?" I looked at both of the men who were staring at her and said "Oh certainly him at the bar. He has the good in bed look about him, as though he'd take charge" she said "I thought that however I needed clarification" After saying that she began sipping her drink and smiling at the man whilst completely ignoring the other. The man ended up joining us at the table and Kayliegh had disappeared somewhere. An hour or so later a footballer walked in which caused some controvesy within the group. Lee didn't like it because girls wanted to be with them rather than him and Kelly didn't like it because all eyes weren't on her. Therefore, due to this fact and the fact that Elliot and I had had no such look in finding anyone we decided to leave. Once on the street Kelly said "Where to?" I suggested the bar which was in The Hilton hotel and the man who Kelly was with said "You won't get in there at this time. It will be packed." Kelly laughed and said "Darling, you don't know us..." Quite right he didn't. We got to the bar and the clipboard girl barely acknowledged us and said "I apologise however due to the awards we have a number of high profile guests in the bar this evening and therefore there is a rather long wait." Kelly's man said "See.." Kelly merely tutted and lightly hit him. Lee stepped forward and said "Do correct me if I'm wrong, however it seems you were insinuating that we do not qualify as high profile guests." The girl lifted her head to speak but Lee continued "I on the other hand was under the illusion that we are, especially seeing as we are all in possession of one of these and that my friend here is accommodating in your penthouse suite. Now, do save me the hassle and get us a table." She looked at the Black American Express and said "Right away sir. Follow me." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The hilton bar was much better than the previous lounge. The clientele consisted of better looking people and once Elliot had stood with his hand on my behind at the bar and kissed me the homosexuals came and introduced their selves. The majority of the people in the bar would be acceptable for sleeping with as everyone in there was good looking. Mark being no exception. He came over and asked whether Elliot was my boyfriend as they always did and I assured him he was not, I glanced over my shoulder and Elliot was also stood talking to someone haha, we then got talking and he told me he was from Leeds and also in town for the awards. He was dressed in jeans and a white open collared shirt which showed his rather nice (hairless) chest. I took him over to the table where Kelly was sat along with her man plus Lee and his girl. When I sat down each of our Blackberry's bleated simultaneously and we all read a message from Kayleigh saying <i>Where have you gone? x. </i>Kelly phoned her and Elliot joined us at our table. Whilst we all talked Elliot mentioned that his brother may be going to the awards in Liverpool as his girlfriend knows Leona or someone. I lifted my eyebrows about hearing of his brother and he said "Kyle, stop, that is sickening. I don't do that everytime you mention your father." I felt sick and said "Elliot, he is double your age and old enough to be your father" Elliot replied "That does not change the fact that he is exceptionally good looking and boasts a rather attractive physique-" Lee joined the conversation and said "Your mother is also undeniably gorgeous Kyle" Kelly then joined in and said "I agree with both of you, Kyle your dad - oh my word, he is like you only I can't have him so it makes him even more desireable yet Elliot your brother is also very nice. I may have to test his true loyalty to that girlfriend of his tomorrow..." Elliot said "Kelly you are not sleeping with my brother!" She said "Why ever not? I have before" new news, Elliot was repulsed, she continued "and besides you've slept with Kyle's sister so practise what you preach dear" I was now repulsed and suggested a change of subject. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">At about 12 Kayleigh rejoined the group and said "How bizzare, I just slept with a man who's apartment is in this building.. He's joining us in a moment." A few minutes later my friend Jack walked over and sat at the table and kissed Kayleigh, he then turned to the group and said "Oh hello there Kyle... My my, it is a small world." I used to be close friends with Jack when he lived in London, a person who both Elliot and I used to sleep with on a regular basis however on my last visit to Manchester I discovered his new taste for women. I had text him earlier in the evening informing him of my whereabouts however didn't receive a reply. It was now apparent why. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I left rather early at about 2 and had a chauffeur from The Hilton take me and Mark back to The Lowry. Regardless of the fact I was to have another late night after the MTV awards, I was up until gone half past 4 with Mark and was therefore rather exhausted in the morning. I managed to get myself up for 2 and met Jack and Elliot for lunch and then a quick look around some of the shops before heading home at around 4 in order to get ready. I showered and then Lee ended up coming to my room and setting back my schedule and then I finally began getting ready. I wore a white Dolce & Gabbana shirt which had grey cuffs and collar with a silver skinny tie also by Dolce with a dark grey Burberry Prorsum cardigan (unbuttoned) some black Yves Saint Laurent pants and some new Prada shoes. I accessorised with a black belt from Dior, a wallet from Gucci, my silver diamond encrusted rolex and a silver David Yurman ring which had black diamonds. I went to Kelly's room where she was getting into a grey Lanvin dress which was made up of layers of material and a ruffle which ran down one side of it. Once in she put on a pair of silver and grey Chloe shoes and a necklace where diamonds were sown onto a piece of fabric which tied in a bow. She was ready, finally. We went downstairs in order to get a car. I wanted to drive however I knew for a fact I would be drinking and didn't like the idea of leaving my car in Liverpool overnight so reluctantly took chauffeurs. Whilst in the car I messaged Gabrielle asking when she'd be here. I recieved no reply. We arrived at the arena about 30 minutes before the show was due to go live on air. We dodged the red carpet and went inside and sat at our table more or less right next to Take That. Once we Lee had ordered some shots I recieved a message from Gabrielle saying <i>Just landed x </i>so I informed everyone that she may be late or not come at all. However, a couple of minutes later she came walking through looking gormless as ever with an enourmous Louis Vuitton Makeup case. She saw us and came over to the table. She was dressed in a black gothic style assyemetric dress with tights. All the attention however was drawn to her shoes, sky high Azzaro crystal encrusted heels, the crysals were all over the heel and also the actual heel of the shoe and all around the trim, along with this eye catching accessory Gabrielle was currently wearing my mother's wedding ring. The enormous Harry Winston rock is hardly ever worn by our mother as it is simply too large for every day use, she opts for the more modest engagement ring. I asked Gabrielle about the message she had just sent me informing me of just landing and she said "Yes dear, on the car park in a helicopter. I had such a nightmare. I showered before leaving New York and boarded the plane with wet hair and went to sleep for a few hours however I overslept and then had to have the air hostess help me to curl my hair. Thankfully she knew how so we saved a little time and then I changed and had to do my makeup on the helicopter. My luggage however was a different matter. It was a case of urgency so I got a contact number for the pilot and told Jackie to phone him to sort something out. I have no idea where it is now, it could still be in Liverpool airport for all I know..." She then shouted a waitress and said "Excuse me, could you possibly get me someone who's in charge of the VIP's please... Urgently." The show started with an appauling performance from Katy Perry which almost made my ears bleed however we just kept the drinks flowing. The VIP person came and Gabrielle shoved her makeup case at her and said "Can you ensure this goes to The Lowry please, I don't care how it gets there or how much it costs, have the hotel pay, deliver it yourself.. Just ensure it gets there tonight. Thank you." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We hardly watched the show and instead mingled with the stars like Beyonce who remembered Gabrielle from a gala in New York, Pink, Take that and other friends who had also come to watch the ceremony. Elliot's brother had been there since the beginning but he couldn't find us and we were only graced by his presence half way through. Looking gorgeous as ever he sat at the table whilst more or less everyone except from Lee stared at him and his girlfriends ego expanded as she noticed the gawps. Gabrielle quickly diverted the attention when she began talking about Barrack Obama and said "Well when Elliot kindly informed me of who he was I was terribly confused as my friends said he was the first black president however I thought it was awful how they could just forget about Nelson Mandela like that" I shut my eyes and slumpted my head, she is beyond help. Elliot's brother, Maxwell, wasn't subjected to Gabrielle's stupidity often and said "Is anybody at home today Gabrielle?" Meaning inside her head, Gabrielle of course doesn't see ambiguous meaning behind his comment and said "Erm, my mum should be home. Why do you ask?" Beyond help. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We continued purchasing drinks throughout the night and had little dances at various points. When Take That were performing Gabrielle got up to go to the toilet and did a little ballet spin which received "Woop's" from some men sat nearby, these encouraged her to do more and then blew them a kiss afterwards haha. The show ended with another appauling performance from Katy Perry and then Lee said "After party kids! Pulling time I believe it is co-named!" All the girls looked at one another and said "What?!" - They hadn't brought different outfits... Catastrophe. They stressed for a little while saying things like "We can't go in the same things, people think we can't afford new outfits and therefore don't belong!" And then after truthful, persuasive words from Lee, Elliot Maxwell and myself Gabrielle said "Actually you're right. This dress cost me - my mother- three thousand pounds and these shoes were a thousand so I highly doubt people will think we don't belong. Just stand with me girls and you'll all be fine haha." She was clearly joking, I was with Kelly when she purchased hers and that cost her two thousand nine-hundred so, for the first time, Gabrielle actually spoke sense! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we arrived at the afterparty at Albert Dock there were people there who too hadn't changed their outfits and given the fact the girls had been drinking all night they weren't quite as bothered. If they had been sober I imagine concierges would be rummaging through suitcases by now and loading things into helicopters. The venue was called Circo, it wasn't anything special and I imagine they could have found somewhere nicer however it was where the party was being held so I couldn't complain. The party was marvelous! Beyonce's younger sister, Solange, performed along with other various people and furthermore, the homosexuals were in abundance therefore I was delighted. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After getting highly intoxicated I was taken back to the person who I deemed worthy of intercourse's apartment, which was conveiniently located on Albert Dock also. Just before leaving I overheard the person who Gabrielle was sleeping with say "I can't wait to rip that dress off you!" My initial thought was to turn around and threaten him however Gabrielle said "If you have three thousand pounds to replace it then by all means go ahead, otherwise please refrain from doing so... and also, my brother is stood about three feet from us and unless you have a desire for a broken nose I suggest you keep it to a whisper." Keep her on her toes, just the way I like it! Haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">In the morning, when the man who I learnt was called David had left for work I rummaged around the apartment for a while and then phoned The Lowry telling them to come and collect me and then whilst the car made it's way to Liverpool I went to the gym. There was someone in the gym who I recognised and thought he may have been a footballer for Liverpool Football Club due to his physique and gym attire. I fell to sleep on the journey back to Manchester and was woke by the driver when I arrived back at the hotel. I put my sunglasses on whilst I walked through the hotel in an attempt to hide my dark circles and when I got to my hotel room read my mesages. Gabrielle had left for the airport thirty minutes earlier along with Kayleigh, Maxwell and his girlfriend who's name I could not remember for the life of me and nor could she given the fact she too had called her 'Maxwell's girlfriend.' I phoned Elliot and Lee to see what they were doing, Lee didn't answer and Elliot told me he'd taken my car into Manchester to look around the shops and to go for lunch. Yet again, he hadn't asked to borrow my car, just as my friends always do. I was bored and decided I wanted to join him. I got a key which I had for Lee's room (I strategically acquired one of these upon my arrival) and let myself into Lee's room. Upon entrance I could her the undeniable sounds of sex (headbord etc.) however found his car keys and left. I adore Lee's Lambourghini - as does everybody else judging by the amount of people who stare. I met Elliot for lunch at a hotel, the food wasn't anything spectacular and then we went to do some shopping. Shops outside of London always seem so mediocre in comparison. Nevertheless, I purchased yet another trench, a scarf and some driving gloves from Burberry, 5 pairs of the same tracksuit bottoms from Diesel seeing as all of mine have gone missing (my friends and sister are the reason for that) plus 2 knitted jumpers and 4 hoodies also from diesel. Following this I bought 4 pairs of sunglasses and another Alexander McQueen scarf from Harvey Nichols. I recieved a message from Lee whilst shopping saying <i>Do either you or Elliot have my car... I can't find my keys haha. </i>I assured him I did and returned to the hotel with it an hour or so later. Meanwhile, Elliot went to his hotel to collect his luggage and I waited for him to bring my car back. I paid both mine and Gabrielle's bills and went and put my luggage into my car along with my shopping bags. Whilst I did so I recalled how my mother had told me to go easy on the shopping due to purchasing the coat... Oh well. We both knew it wasn't going to happen. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I didn't do much for the rest of the week in London. I went ice skating with Elliot on the following Saturday of that week (8th) and when Gabrielle arrived I ended up taking on the role of spectator. Elliot is a former figure skater and Gabrielle, as you know, is a former dancer. The two compliment each other rather well. I didn't invite Gabrielle for this sole reason however Elliot must have text her asking her to come. The extent of my dancing on ice is spinning, skating on one leg and I can just about land a jump. Gabrielle can do all of these with great ease yet can perform lifts with Elliot due to her practically non-existant body mass. I spent the remainder of the time dodging falling children and being on the phone. I stayed in at Lee's that evening with Kelly and indulged in some caviar whilst talking etc. The next day Gabrielle and I went to Surrey to go out on our horses. Gabrielle had purchased an entire new outfit just for the occasion which consisted of Marc Jacobs riding boots, some Juicy Couture leggings and a Vivienne Westwood blouse. I on the other hand wore some Harrods Jhodpurs with a white Hugo Boss shirt, a Gucci neck scarf and some (unworn) Dolce & Gabbana boots which had shearling and suede on. When we got to the horses we began stroking them etc. and Gabrielle said "Wouldn't it be amazing if they had puppies together!" I looked at her and said "Gabrielle they can't-" I was overwhelmed by her stupidity and stopped mid sentence when she said "Oh... Have they had vasectomies?" I just told her that was correct and went riding. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The following week was rather boring. I finally managed to read my ever expanding pile of post which consisted of nothing other than invites and the occasional other thing. I had invites to private islands, The Hamptons, New York, Florida, Istanbul, Mykonos, The Bahamas, Barbados.... The list went on. Along with these I got a typed letter from a man which read <i>Dear Kyle, Due to the fact I wasn't lucky enough to recieve a phone call from you, as expected, and you weren't so kind as to exchange your phone number with me I realised mail was the only form of contact. I recalled the hotel which you lived in from the night we slept together after Vanilla. I'm sure you don't recall the fantastic evening which we shared together however, for me it was a night I shan't forget for quite some time and also one which I hope to do again. Hence this letter. Please don't hesistate to telephone me on... I anticipate your phone call Kyle. Yours, Marcus. </i>He was quite right. I didn't remember him and I had no longing to. That one went into the bin. I also recieved an invite for a hotel opening in Dubai. It is part of the Atlantis hotel chain. I have accommodated in their hotel on Paradise Island a number of times, despite having a home there, and it seems that if you're willing to spend £21,000 per night on a hotel suite then you're worthy of an invite to the opening of their latest project. I would certainly be attending. My parents had also recieved an invite as had Elliot and his. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Gabrielle officially moved to New York last Wednesday (12th) which was rather emotional. She gathered together the remainder of her luggage she was taking and put it into my parents Audi Q7 and got into my Porsche with me and her dog. She was excited to go as she was moving with her friends from university however I was rather depressed. I miss not seeing her everyday! She had chartered a rather large plane so that she and her 4 friends could all leave together.. This was the extent of her kindness. Whilst they were paying for their rented excuses for apartments, she has a rather spacious 2 bedroom condominum which boasts views of central park and is decorated in Versace's home collection. Furthermore she has a concierge at her service with room service and cleaners etc. however I highly doubt these girls will be complaining. If they wished to do so Gabrielle would merely tell them to go and take an ecomomy commercial flight haha. Upon our arrival at the airport my mother began to cry and Gabrielle hugged her and said "I know it may be sad knowing that your favourite child is leaving you, however don't be too upset you still have Kyle. I'm aware he's not a patch on me but if it's any consolation mother nobody is." One of Gabrielle's friends also arrived with her parents, she too was excited. The girls parents came over and thanked my mother and father for the chartering of the jet. Both of my parents looked at Gabrielle who was in the midst of a conversation and then said to the girl's parents "Oh, I wasn't aware we had. Nevertheless, I much prefer them to travel privately" Gabrielle turned around and said "Oh yes mother, I took it upon myself to have Jackie book a larger jet for us all. Hope you don't mind." She then said goodbye to my father and then before going into the airport said "Just remember, I'm only a short flight across the Pacific!" The girl's parents began laughing at Gabrielle's stupid comment and my father just said "Clearly Geography wasn't something which the royal ballet school taught well." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The following Saturday I went out in London with Lee which was rather good... ish. We went to the usual places and Lee was chatting up girls something chronic, as usual. Yet, when he brings the attention of girls onto himself this inevitably means I too am going to get some. Some being quite an understatement. There was one girl who Lee bought a drink for and began talking to at the bar who called her friend over. They both already drunk and Lee invited them to come and sit with us. After a few minutes the girl was all over me like a rash, I was not impressed. I sat, whilst this girl groped and kissed me, staring at Lee making it clear to him just how infuriating this inposition was. Then, when the leech showed no signs of boredom I looked through my messages. The majority hadn't been replied to however I was bored and so I thought now was a good time. I had 7 asking me whether I was going out so I replied to each of them. All were gay bar Emma who probably wanted to sleep with me too. Thankfully Rod (an exceptionally good looking model) replied almost instantly saying <i>I was just on my way there, see you in about 5. </i>I was scanning the club like a hawk for the next five minutes and when I spotted Rod and his friends I stood up, almost sending the girl flying, and walked round the table and whispered in Lee's ear "You could have asked her to come over to you as opposed to molesting me. I'm sure you would have loved the company of two blondes, however being the swine that you are I'm also sure you loved watching me endure that."<i> </i>He laughed so I kissed his neck, wrapped my arms around him and groped him and then kissed his ear and whispered "Pay back is a bitch Lee... Look at their faces. Good luck getting yourself out of this one" I gave him another kiss on the neck and another grope and walked away. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Rod is a model who features in campaigns for Dolce & Gabbana as well as walking on the runway for other various designers. This being his career it goes without saying that he is overwhelmingly good looking. I hadn't seen him since fashion week in New York a few months ago so I felt catching up was necessary. Upon going over to him he said "Looking rather nice this evening Kyle, I almost have an erection just from fucking looking at you!" I smiled and said "I have that effect on people Rod, you ought to be aware of that by now." The friends which he had brought with him were also rather good looking and they examined me from head to toe whilst Lee and I had a conversation. About an hour later whilst on the dance floor Rod said "Can you actually be bothered staying here or would you rather just go back to yours and fuck?" I couldn't be bothered and said "Let's go." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We had an amazing night - and morning and I met with Lee and Ellie for lunch. When I walked into Nobu where I was meeting them Lee said "Ooo here he is... The bugger himself" I laughed and said "Do tell me, what damage control did you use for the situation I left you in Lee?" haha. The rest of the week was rather boring and I just did the usual things. I received a message from Gabrielle on Tuesday when she started work saying<i> It's not too bad you know... </i>Three hours later I received another saying <i>My boss is a complete cow!</i> and about 4 hours later another saying <i>Ugh! I despise work! </i>I was wondering how long it would take her however she exceeded my expectations... A mere day in the working industry and she despises it already. Certainly my sister. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On Tuesday afternoon I decided I was bored of London and so had a flight booked for Dubai. The first available flight which Jackie found was departing that evening so she booked it. I then frantically packed my six cases and had my Jackie drop me off at the airport in my parents car. I shopped in the airport to take my mind off the flight, however seeing as it was the middle of the night not much was open. I consumed a couple of glasses of wine and then boarded the flight. I willed for myself to fall to sleep before we took off however I wasn't so lucky... Flying commercial certainly has it's disadvantages... For most. Due to enduring an overnight flight I was not in any mood to wait around for my luggage so I had Jackie arrange for someone to do it for me. Surely enough when I got off the plane there was someone there who approached me and said "Is it Mr. McQuillan" I told him he was correct and he said "Your assistant informs me that all of your luggage is branded with Louis Vuitton. Is this correct?" It was "And is it five pieces you have with you today sir?" I corrected him and told him it was six, he said "Ah, my mistake. Sorry. If you'd like to go and wait in your car outside I will be out within the next few minutes." I wondered how he intended on doing this and then he typed a code into a door and went behind the carousel. Presumably to get my luggage before it began going around the carousel. Just as he said, within a few minutes of being in the car the driver got out and began putting luggage into the boot. I gave the man 30 Dirhams (I have no idea how much money that is) and the driver took me to the hotel. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">There were a few people from the press outside of the hotel however I walked straight in and checked in. I was taken to my room which was absolutely amazing! It's in the lower levels of the hotel (below ground) and my bedroom and bathroom have floor to ceiling glass walls which look out to the underwater of the lagoon. Additionally I have a 24 hour dedicated butler so I am more than satisfied. On Wednesday I shopped all day purchasing various things and potential outfits for the Thursday evening. I also met up with a friend who currently lives in Dubai and had a somewhat spectacular evening. He also introduced me to a friend on Thursday morning over breakfast so I had yet another spectacular time haha. Whilst in the midst of intercourse I received a message which I read once I was finished. It was from Gabrielle and it said <i>I'm here, come to my room x. </i>I did so and her suite was more of less identical to mine and she too had a butler who was currently getting her some food. Upon asking Gabrielle how work was she said "Ugh! I had to use persuasive techniques just to get me here. I gave this speech about how the event will educate me seeing as it is a £13 million event to which A listers will be attending and nobody from the business has invites. I think I get given a little leeway due to my contacts and financial position so I dread to think what it must be like for the others..." Gabrielle and I went swimming with dolphins that afternoon which was amazing. Gabrielle said she wanted one, just like she has been doing every time we have swam with them since we were seven. My parents arrived at the hotel mid afternoon and we met them in the foyer. My father said "Do you both like your rooms?" We told him we did and he said "Yes well ours is far superior to yours ha" My mother told him to grow up and then he said "Well I have work to do so I shall see you all this evening. Camilla dear do you have the portfolio?" My mother went into her bag and pulled out a monogram Louis Vuitton document folder and handed it to my father. He placed it into his black leather Louis Vuitton laptop bag and asked whether I wanted to come with him. I said "Go where" as I thought he wouldn't be so stupid as to ask me to do anything work related with him however he was in fact asking me to do exactly that. I said "Why on earth would I want to go to work with you father?" He shrugged and said "Of course, how stupid of me. I just thought you may have at least the slightest bit of interest in the multi-million pound business which you stand to inherit" I told him he was incorrect and then said "Where is it that you're going anyway?" He said "To see the progress on the island" I looked at Gabrielle and we both looked at our parents and said "We have an island?" They both said "Yes" as though it was nothing and then my father said "You see Kyle. If you showed some interest you would know that we own one of the artificial islands which makes up the world here in Dubai." Gabrielle said "Dad do we still have the house here?" He told her we did and then she said "Do we have a car there?" We didn't and she said "Arr... Can we go and hire one please? It's been ages since I have driven and I want to go shopping with Kyle." My Dad said "If you pick up a little pace then we can go and get one now and then I can get to work. My mother went to her suite to do some work whilst Gabrielle, my father and I went to get a car. It was forty degrees almost so we wanted a convertible. We ended up getting a Lambourghini Gallardo in Grey. Whilst getting it I said "What car do you want next dad?" He told me he wanted a Tesla and then said "Why? What do you want?" I told him I wanted a Lambourghini and he said "Well if you ever get rid of that Jaguar which you insisted upon having and now never use then maybe we will see about getting you one." I was hoping he'd say that. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we were leaving the car place my dad said "I am torn as to who ought to drive this... I have no desire to pay a fine for a crashed car, which therefore rules both of you out, however Kyle is more likely due to his driving. Yet, a car like this ought to be driven to it's potential rather than crawling down the roads, doesn't it Gabrielle?" She took the keys off him and said "I believe the question you ought to be asking yourself father is whether or not you want your son to kill your daughter with his recklessness haha" she got into the drivers sat and I reluctantly got into the passenger and she said "and besides. I can drive this car to it's potential.." She accelerated and then stalled immediately. My father began laughing and said "Your argument doesn't have the same effect when merely verify the oppositions points dear... Have a good day!" After shopping Gabrielle insisted that she drove again despite the fact she was going to be rushed getting ready. We also got lost which didn't help and I directed Gabrielle saying "Turn left here" she went right and I said "Gabrielle you just turned right" she thought about it for a second and then said "Oh yes so I did." We went past the same place about four times due to her being unable to follow simple instructions and then finally said "You drive" and we swapped seats. When I sat in the drivers seat she said "Kyle could you go slow please" I said "Of course dear" then put the music on full blast and accelerated to more than a hundred. The people who were sat outside of the cafe we swapped seats at stared as we zoomed off and Gabrielle screamed haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we got back to the hotel Gabrielle was at a loss for time. She had already washed her hair thankfully however had an outfit to chose etc. which could potentially take hours. After I had showered I put on a Tom Ford suit and then recieved a phone call from my mother, she said "Kyle dear your father doesn't like the shoes he has with him. Could you come to our room with yours please." I went shoeless to my parents room with my Louis Vuitton trunk which contained shoes and accessories. I knocked on the door and my mother answered in her dressing gown with glamourous hair and makeup. I opened my case in the middle of the floor and my father said "Gordon Benett Kyle! How many have you brought?" He began searching through and then said "There's too many, which do you think?" I showed him a few pairs but he said no and then took a pair of Tom Ford ones which I was planning on wearing and said "I think I'll wear these" I said "No! I was planning on wearing those. I bought them in New York specifically for this outfit." He just looked at me and said "So.." I looked at him and said "I hate you" he laughed and then punched me on the arm and said "Come on then haha" he raised his fists and began bouncing from foot to foot I said "Father I wouldn't want to humiliate you therefore I shan't fight you" he hit me again so I too raised my fists and punched him on the arm. After yet another punch I did a little combination of punches and then my mother came out in her dress and said "Oh Harold do grow up." She was wearing a metallic grey/silver dress by Todd Lynn which had black fur on each shoulder and also extended over her shoulder blades and top of her back. With it she was wearing black tights, a pair of black Burberry shoes which were T-strap with black studs down, a Miu Miu clutch and her wedding ring for a change. Gabrielle knocked on the door and entered wearing a black figure hugging Herve Leger dress which had a few white tiger stripes (the only way to describe it), with a pair of white platformed Christian Laboutins and a Christian Laboutin clutch. All her hair was down over one shoulder and curled, she seemed flustered and said "Mum what jewellery do you have. I don't really like what I have on with this..." She opened one of the cases which was on the floor and held up a lace corset. She said "Mother is this mine?" My father said "No Gabrielle that is your mother's and I hope you do not wear such undergarments" Gabrielle turned up her top lip and looked at me then said "Mother you can't wear things like this... You're old!" My mother gasped and said "I most certainly am not.. I'm not even fifty yet Gabrielle!" I said "Yes mother however you are nearer to fifty than you are to twenty one. You should be wearing skin coloured bras by your age... Not provocative lace corsets." My father joined in and said "Well that's certainly going to spice things up in the bedroom isn't it" Gabrielle did a miniature scream in disgust and I told them I was going to vomit my father said "Shush Kyle. We're married! Imagine how we feel when we see endless stream of people flooding out of your hotel rooms. Kyle you must be nearing on sleeping with the entire population of London-" my mother said "Let's change the subject.. Gabrielle what do you want of mine?" Gabrielle said "Can I wear your engagement ring?" My mother handed it to her and my Dad looked somewhat confused, Gabrielle noticed this and said "Well if you bought me my own twenty something carat Harry Winston ring then I wouldn't have to use this all the time would I?" He said "Gabrielle I got you one from Tiffany's for you 18th in which the carats total 42. You never wear that..." She didn't say anything because she knew he was right haha. I put on my Hermes watch and some different Tom Ford shoes and we all left to go to the party. I walked with my father to the lift whilst my mother and Gabrielle compared shoes etc. and my father said "Kyle, although I don't approve of your sex life in any way what so ever, I must say that it is one of the best I have heard of. I believe it is equal to, if not better than, that of the character Samatha Jones" I laughed and then he grabbed my bicep and squeezed it causing a rather immense pain and said "If you ever repeat that to your mother I will thrash you" I grabbed his arm and twisted it up his back and then my mum saw us and said "Will you two behave yourselves. Harold you're supposed to be an adult" She walked between us both and when she was talking to my sister my father punched me behind my mothers back and then winked at me.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Whilst in the lift to go up to the party Gabrielle went over to my Dad and said "Daaddd... Will you buy me a Harry Winston please?" then I went over to my mum and hugged her, she said "What do you want?" I nonchalantly said "A lambourghini" she said "No.. I want an Aston Martin first." I said "Mumm... Dad already has one!" She said "He has a Dbs, I want a Db9..." I stood upright and behind me I heard Gabrielle kiss my dad and say "Thank you Dad." The doors opened to the lobby and all four of us stepped out to be greeted by a waiter who handed us a flute of Dom Perignon. My mother and father saw somebody who they knew and went over whilst Gabrielle stood and looked around the room. Behind us we heard a girl say "Gabrielle.." we both turned and it was Holly Branson with her brother Sam. Gabrielle and Holly hugged and Gabrielle said "I've not seen you for ages! How the devil are you dear?!" Sam and I had a little catch up as, it had in fact been ages haha. Their enormous wealth wasn't conveyed through the outfit choices of the pair. Sam was wearing a hideous red shirt with a suit whilst Holly wore an ok dress yet spoilt it with leggings and heels which were probably only about an inch. We stayed with Sam and Holly for quite a while and at one point an unmistakable Manchester accent behind me said "Well we do get invites to all of the good parties don't we?" I turned around and Agyness Deyn was stood looking absolutely gorgeous in a blue dress. I had been out clubbing with her whilst in New York for fashion week due to us having the same friends. I laughed and she said "It's an amazing party isn't it!" I agreed and then she introduced me to her feyonce, who was very pleasant indeed. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">At one point of the night there was a firework display which lit up the whole sky. It was superb! Gabrielle was stood with her sunglasses on watching and looked like a complete idiot haha. Through the course of the night I spoke to Lily Allen, Mary Kate Olsen and my mother introduced me to Kylie Minogue who she was stood with and other various people who weren't in the public eye. I have no idea what time I went to bed at, however when I did so I was rather tipsy from the amount of champagne I had been drinking. After having been with Agyness Deyn for the majority of the night Gabrielle took a jet with her back to New York in the morning and my parents both went their separate ways, my mother to Los Angeles and my father to St. Tropez, for work. I have remained in Dubai alone however Lee flew out today and he said Elliot may join us at some point. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I shall be in touch.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Much love. </p>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-5718297679233615652008-10-30T04:18:00.001-07:002008-10-30T04:21:21.417-07:00My last few weeks in Paris.. 29th October<div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Last Saturday (the 11th) I was awoke by thumping on my door. I climbed out of bed, making no effort to be quiet so I didn't wake the man who I had slept with the previous night and whilst thoughts of being greeted by men whom I had slept with and not phoned as promised went through my mind, I opened the door and Kelly came charging in, dropped her bags and went running towards the bedroom, whilst doing so she was shouting "Jesus Kyle, have I just woke you from a coma?! I am bursting for the toilet and have been banging on your door for the past 5 minutes-" I began closing the door and it was pushed back towards me whilst a familiar voice said "Excuse me, who do you think you're closing the door on Mr. McQuillan?" It was Ellie. I bent down and kissed her on either cheek and she said "Marvellous to see you dear, now where do you intend on taking me to this evening. I simply must have an amazing night seeing as I am only here for the one." I was shocked by this, both due to the fact there was three luggage trollies outside my door and also that she loves Paris, she said "I know dear, a complete inconvenience however it's my little sister's thirteenth birthday tomorrow and my parents have taken her out of boarding school to take her to Dubai for presents. I simply must go with them to nurture her and also ensure she is just as much of a brat as I. I haven't seen her since the summer, no great loss.. She's a swine at times... Nevertheless, Kayleigh will be joining me on Tuesday, the approximate time of suicide, to save me so it shall be less of an endurance." She went and ordered some room service and I heard the toilet flush followed by the powder room door opening. I heard her say "Oh good morning, nice to meet you, I'm Kyle's friend Kelly." He replied in French and she said "Oh bloody hell, I knew that was going to happen." She came out of the bedroom and said "Kyle, why is it that you always pick the ones who speak foreign? If him being gay was not enough, I can no longer seduce him with words.." I didn't reply to this and merely asked how she was. She told me she was fine and how she had no longing to return to London as it was boring her, therefore she was staying until further notice. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The room was chaotic, Ellie was on the phone to her mother, room service had arrived and the bell boy had began taking cases off the trolley and leaving them in my room. Kelly noticed this and said "Excuse me, I am not staying in this room, this luggage needs to be elsewhere." He asked which room was hers and she said "I have no idea, please bore somebody else with your questions and inform me when you have found your answers. Thank you." She handed him €10 and closed the door. Just as the three of us sat down to eat breakfast somebody knocked at the door again. I got up and flung it open saying "Yes?" My mother walked in and said "Kyle that is no way to greet someone, I have brought you up better than that." I was rather shocked to see her and tied my gown so that my underwear and half naked body was no longer visible. She walked into the lounge and said "Oh good morning girls! When did you arrive?" They had a little conversation and then she said "I'm not staying Kyle, I have a meeting in a little while. I fly home again this evening. You must come back to London soon, your father and I want to show you the house we're contemplating making an offer on in Knightsbridge." My parents are selling their current home in London and hoping to move to somewhere bigger, why? I have no idea. I no longer live there, Gabrielle is moving to New York mid November yet they wish to purchase an 8 bedroomed home (that said, 3 are for staff.) Just to my luck, in the middle of our conversation, the man whom I had slept with the night before walked out of the bedroom. He walked out wearing his pants from the previous night whilst still buttoning up his shirt. My mother stopped talking and looked at him with disgust. My eyes widened and I looked at Kelly in horror whilst biting my bottom lip. He smiled at my mother and said "Good morning" in English, she said "Hmm, it was until thoughts of my son's sexual addiction were verified." She turned and looked at me and the man said "Au Revoir" and left. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">It was awkward for about 5 minutes and then my mother stood up and went to the bathroom. I looked at Kelly and Ellie who were laughing and said "She will have me in rehab before long, she always manages to catch me out." Then I realised something and said "Just to add to her theory, there is 3 box's of 18 condoms on the side in the bathroom." Kelly said "Oh I know, I took some. I had none left in my purse." My mother returned, her outfit, which consisted of a grey Karl Largerfeld dress, grey tights, burgundy Rupert Sanderson shoes and an Alexander McQueen bag, made her seem in more of a mood than she actually was; she said "It was nice seeing you girls, good bye Kyle, I shall speak to you in the week." She kissed me on the cheek, Kelly and Ellie said "Good day Camilla" simultaneously in an attempt to lighten the mood (failed) and she left. Upon her departure I said "Well that went well.." Kelly laughed and said "Kyle do not worry about it. My parents are under the illusion that I am a prostitute. For some inexplicable reason my mother decided to read her credit card bill for the first time in goodness knows how long and saw the amount of hotels which I have been paying for. She knew it was for sexual reasons and so didn't question that however she was a little worried about the frequency and asked whether I was doing it for fun or a career. Well I was so appalled that she had the nerve to say such a thing that I went in a mood and she took me shopping to make up for it, she hasn't mentioned it since. That said, this week I have been staying at your house so there will be no hotels." She smiled. I asked where she had got my keys from and she said "Oh Gabrielle gave them to me, I have my own set too but they're in my room somewhere and I cannot be bothered looking. I have returned them to Gabrielle now though, I think she may be staying there a little, I am unsure." I was completely unaware that she had a set of keys for my house or that she had been staying there whilst I had been away. I asked how many people she'd taken back there and she looked at me as though I was stupid. I was in a way, that was such a ridiculous question to ask "You expect me to have kept count dear? All I can tell you is that one of them is a receptionist in your hotel oh and that man from Ralph Lauren, you know that girl who I went to school with well she's checked into The Priory now because..." I let her talk to me about that girl for a few minutes and I mumbled at the right time so she thought I was listening - I wasn't. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once we'd finished breakfast Kelly stood and told us that she was going out for a while when I asked where she said "Kyle darling, I am in Paris I have people to catch up with" Ellie then said "Will it be females or males?" She smirked and said "Well Ellie dear, that depends on whether the male in question is worth it and whether or not the female is good looking" I'm sure this wasn't where Ellie was heading with the conversation. I complained about Kelly's departure and said "Oh Kelly, I hoped me and you could spend the rest of the morning in the bedroom..." She said "Oh well I am sorry dear, I expect I shall be here for a while so there's plenty of time, Ellie's here all afternoon.. Sleep with her." I looked at Ellie and smiled, she put down her croissant and said "No.. I have a boyfriend now." Me and Kelly looked at one another, looked back at Ellie and simultaneously said "So..." She sounded like my mother and said "Kyle no, I cannot do that" Kelly picked up her bag and said "Ellie dear, don't be ridiculous, what he doesn't know will not hurt him and besides, I have seen the man and I find it highly unlikely that the sex is as good as what you will experience with Kyle... I shall see you in a few hours." As soon as the door slam Ellie looked and me and just said "Despite the fact that she is right, the answer is no, end of discussion." I went and had a shower and then Ellie and I went to the spa. Afterwards, whilst Ellie went to get her hair done, I went to the gym and by the time I got up to my room it was almost 5. I phoned Kelly's mobile when I got up to my room and asked where she was, she told me she was back in the hotel and she'd come to my room. I watched telly whilst awaiting a knock at the door and then I heard something land on the dining room table. I jumped up and screamed (or the male equivalent) and span around and Kelly began screaming and jumping on the spot she was saying "What what?!" I stopped shouting and said "Jesus Kelly, are you trying to give me a heart attack! ...What on earth were you screaming for?" She managed to stop screaming and said "I thought you'd seen a mouse or something!" I asked her how she'd got into the room and she said "We have adjoining ones, mines through that door and down a little hall way." My tone changed from hysterical to clam as I realised, that was the room Gabrielle and I used to share when we were younger and my parents would stay in the one I was in. Gabrielle and I used to sneak down there in the middle of the night and go into my parents room and drag my father's jeans out and my mother's handbags and take money haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Me and Kelly ended up having much needed intercourse and then we began getting ready. Once I had showered the hairdresser come to my room and trimmed my hair then I put on a pair of metallicy black slim fit pants from Dolce & Gabbana with a black shirt from Gucci, a beige and leopard print cardigan from Alexander McQueen - which I left unbuttoned, a black leather and gold chain Gucci belt, a gold Rolex and some black Gucci ankle boots. I grabbed my wallet, Blackberry and condoms and phoned Kelly to see if she was ready. She told me she almost was and I had to go and zip her into her dress. I walked down the hallway and opened the door; she was stood there in sky high Burberry prorsum curved heel shoes, stockings, suspenders, lace underwear and matching bra. She was on the phone when I got in there so I took the opportunity to ring Gabrielle. She answered the phone and said "I was wondering when you were finally going to ring... How are you?" we had a little catch up and in the middle of the conversation she interrupted me and said "Ugh, what has happened to the water.." I heard her open the kettle and she said "That is repulsive, I am going to vomit" I asked what and she said "I boiled some milk in the kettle earlier today and it all seems to have dried inside and the water I have just boiled has gone cloudy with floating milk bits in." I heard her pour the water away, open the bin and drop the kettle in, she then bellowed "Jack-jack!" a.k.a Jackie, my father's p.a who does everything for us "We need a new kettle" I presume my father shouted her as she said "because father the other one had dried milk inside and it made the water disgusting... How else should I boil milk?... I have no idea where pan's are kept and I don't know how to turn the stove on. Anyway Kyle.." She also attempted to boil 4 eggs at the same time in the kettle. It failed of course. Once Kelly had finished her conversation she signalled for me to do likewise. I did so and helped her into her black fitted Giambattista Valli dress, she grabbed condoms and her clutch and we went to get Ellie. She opened the door wearing a dark grey sparkly Marc Jacobs dress, a black and silver Erickson Beamon cuff and enormous Harry Winston diamond ring which she got on her 18th (it set her parents back a mere fortune) with some Giuseppe Zanotti jewel embellished heels. Finally, we were ready. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Upon entering the club we went straight to the bar, I bought us all some drinks and then we went and got a table. After an hour or so of talking with one another and being bought drinks by random people one of the Laslau sons came over (I can't remember which one.) His father owns a number of tourist attractions including Madame Tussaurds and a number of theme parks. I think he was on drugs and came over saying "Kyle! Where have you been? Oh and you Kelly Moss.. I was wondering when I'd hear from you next." The alcohol she had been consuming had gone straight to her head so she smiled and said "Well it would have been longer had you not ran into us here tonight" he appeared to not have heard her and punched me in the arm - I had to control my drink so that it did not spill on Ellie - and said "So who's your other friend here?" Ellie looked at Kelly and mouthed "What's he like?" Kelly very audibly replied "He's ok in bed, he uses what he has - which I might add, isn't much - to it's fullest" he attempted to but in and said "Oi Kelly -" She looked at him and said "Why are you talking?" he shut up and she turned back to Ellie "but he was a penis and boasted about his wealth all the time and then offered to take me shopping and refused to buy me a £1000 dress, I handed over my card and paid and he was embarrassed. That being the reason for his attitude now.. Don't worry though, just sleep with him, don't give him your number and you will not have any of that trouble." Ellie went and me and Kelly went to the bar. People were continuously approaching her and asking to buy her drinks and she just looked at them said "No" and turned back to me, girls were staring at me from all over the room and a few approached however I merely told them to go and inform there gay friends where I was stood. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Me and Kelly were having an amazing time. A couple of hours had passed since Ellie had left us and me and Kelly were undoubtedly drunk. I was past caring whether I went back to the hotel with anybody, although a few men had approached I was having too much fun with Kelly to leave her to risk having good sex when I knew I would certainly have good sex with her. People were still approaching her and she just told them no, the occasional one put up a fight and I recall her saying to one man "You need to spend some time in a mirror my friend, clearly what you see is distorted... People who look like me do not sleep with people who look like you." It continued like this until about 3 when we finally decided to leave. This was when the main event of the night commenced. We walked for about a minute and then I took out my phone to ring for a car. Being drunk, I wasn't functioning properly and dropped my Blackberry, when it hit the floor and broke into pieces I accidentally kicked it and it went skidding across the floor and down a grid. I turned around and looked at Kelly who found it rather amusing and went into her bag to find her own phone. Only, she didn't find it. She retraced her steps and remembered last having it in the bathroom and must've left it on the basin whilst she washed her hands. The smile soon went from her face. I asked whether she had any change so that we could use a pay-phone, she merely replied saying "Since when have I carried change with me Kyle?" The answer was never and nor did I so we set off walking, finding the situation a little amusing. After about 5 minutes any humorous factor had been eradicated as the light drizzle began and the cold reached my bones, Kelly was complaining of the excruciating pain her shoes were causing in the arch of her foot and so she removed them and got on my back. I also had to remove my cardigan and give it to her to wear. So there we were, Kelly on my back with her shoes in hand wearing my cardigan over her dress in the drizzle, wondering the streets of Paris at half past 3. Classy! I decided to take a shortcut that I knew of through a wooded area, despite the fact Kelly begged me not to. Kelly had tightened her legs around my waist due to her being scared and at one point screamed at the top of her voice, I span on the spot to see if anything was behind us and slipped in some mud, falling side wards (with Kelly on my back) and landing on the floor. It was so painful. I had no hands to cushion the fall and on the way down Kelly repetitively screamed. My face was literally pressed against the floor and Kelly still had her legs around me in a piggy-back position. I pulled myself up off the floor as did Kelly she stood up and said "You idiot! Look at the state of me!" She had mud and leaves in her hair, mud up one side of her dress and on her knees plus a rip up her tights; I had mud right up one side of my body and on my knees and it was smeared on my cheek and in my hair. I shouted back at Kelly "Look at the state of me! This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't started screaming!" We looked ridiculous, we were arguing in the middle of some woods, she had no shoes on and was stood in the mud with leaves in her hair and ripped tights, she shouted back "Well I wouldn't have been so scared of everything had you not lead us through this mud trail! Now carry me to the road where ever that may be" I bent down and picked her up. I carried her over my shoulder right to the road and she moaned all the way. Upon reaching the footpath we spotted an open cafe, Kelly put her shoes on and went running in screaming "Help, help!" She looked as though she'd just been raped or something so I followed her in and explained the situation to the Frenchman. Kelly then gave him €25 to get us through to the Ritz and we told them we needed a car immediately. In the light Kelly looked even worse, her makeup was either not there or in places it shouldn't be and she had a cut on her leg, mud had replaced the black leather on my shoes that had never been worn before and I looked dreadful.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Due to the cold our joints had seized up and so Kelly and I waddled into the hotel. Everyone stared at us and when we passed the concierge I said "Phone (Ellie's room) and tell her we're back, also have some hot chocolate sent to my room." It took us forever to walk to my suite and when we got there Ellie was stood at the door. When she saw us she bent over in a fit of laughter. Kelly and I had our shoes in our hands and could barely walk, our faces were expressionless and I ignored Ellie and opened the door. Ellie couldn't speak for laughing and Kelly said "This is no laughing matter Ellie!" Kelly and I went straight into the bathroom and turned on the bath and shower. I looked in the mirror and I looked dreadful. I had never seen myself look so bad in years. Kelly I stood and undressed and Kelly began crying when she looked in the mirror because she looked a mess. Ellie was still laughing. I got in the shower and Kelly got in the bath. I was so cold the hot water stung. As I washed my hair bits of twig and leaves were falling out it was disgusting. After a good 10 minutes shower I got out and looked at Kelly, she said "Turn the shower back on. This is no use. Look at the water." It was dark brown and there was leaves in it haha. She stood up and walked and got into the shower. I dried myself and put on a bathrobe and Kelly did the same. We went and got a drink of hot chocolate which room service had left in the room for us. Kelly and I looked respectable again now although Ellie seemed to unable to wipe the image from her mind as she erupted into a fit of laughter each time she attempted speaking. At about 4 Kelly and I got into bed and went straight to sleep.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I woke up in the morning and got out of bed to go to the powder room I felt the effects of the previous night. It was in no way a hangover, instead every inch of my body ached and I was walking hunched. I got back into bed and phoned the spa to book a massage when Kelly woke up and mumbled, book me one too and then groaned as she rolled over to face me. We began talking about the previous night and then Ellie knocked on the door. I went and opened it and she came running in in her pyjamas. I went back into the bedroom and joined both of them in bed. I felt like a fifteen year old again when I used to do this with Gabrielle in the very same bed, talking about who we'd kissed etc however this morning we all sat and laughed about the events a few hours prior to the conversation. It was apparent that the cause of the major catastrophe - Kelly's screaming - was due to a bird she heard in the bush and mistook for a rapist... Blonde I feel is all that is needed to be said. Ellie went and collected her many bags from her room and then came and said good bye before she departed to catch her jet to Dubai. Kelly and I spent the rest of the day in the spa and then dined in the hotel in the evening. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Throughout the rest of the week Kelly and I shopped, met up with friends and had a considerable amount of sex, with one another and also with people from our contact lists. We both had phones sent out to us the next day to replace the ones we both managed to cause great inconvenience by losing. We didn't go out clubbing all week and found people to sleep with via other means, that was until Friday.. On Friday evening we decided we were bored of staying in and would go and have a few drinks in the bar in the hotel. I was wearing a white shirt from Gucci, a short grey fringed scarf which I had bought from Gucci that week, a black cardigan from Burberry Prorsum, some Armani Collezioni pants, a pair of Bottega Veneta shoes, a Gucci belt and my black ceramic Rado watch. Kelly was wearing a midnight blue bustier pencil skirt dress by Redux which she had tailored that afternoon with a pair of satin Bally heels and a Christian Laboutin clutch which had black and blue feathers on. Kelly and I sat at The Hemmingway Bar and ordered some drinks, I had a Martini and Kelly had a Cosmopolitan, we also ordered some caviar... The bill came to €98 which was a pleasant surprise. The barman was lovely and when I told him my room number upon which to charge the drinks he said "Ahh, VIP I see Mr. McQuillan.. In that case allow me to make you and your beautiful friend here a special drink." Apparently it was on the computer that I am a friend of Camilla's and that I checked in here with her, it proved to be quite an advantage as the cocktail which was made for us was delicious and not on the menu. We continued drinking these €28 cocktails for the majority of the night until we moved into the Bar Vendome where a man sent a bottle of L<span style="font: 12.0px Arial">ouis Roederer Cristal Brut to our table for Kelly. The gentleman who sent the champagne was a little older than us, dark haired, well dressed and sat with a group of equally good looking men. Although the champagne wasn't for me I had a glass anyway, it wouldn't have been any great loss if they got offended and decided to not send any more, but it appeared not to bother them. Once we'd finished the bottle a waitress came back over to our table and told us we'd been asked to join the men, we did so and introduced ourselves. The group were all business men (I switched off when they began telling us) and were all around 27, some from France and some from England. The man who'd sent the champagne was called Will and asked whether Kelly and I were siblings, when I told him we weren't he began apologising as he thought he had been sending my girlfriend drinks; we assured him that we weren't and that we were merely good friends to which he said "How can two such good looking people just be friends?" Kelly and I laughed and then he said "So Kelly, did you enjoy the champagne?" She said "Why yes of course, however if you were under the illusion that sending me a bottle of </span>L<span style="font: 12.0px Arial">ouis Roederer would get you somewhere or impress me then you are mistaken" the whole table was looking at her "If you had intentions of moving forward from drinks to something perhaps a little more intimate, you have gone the wrong way about it. I am worth an awful lot more than a €270 bottle of champagne and the fact that you failed to notice that has a number of negative connotations, it is those which make me a little hesitant towards going any further with you." The man's friends were sniggering and Kelly sat staring at him awaiting a response. If he failed to deliver an adequate one she wouldn't go further with him as this meant he wasn't man enough and would probably be unsatisfactory in bed. I know this girl inside out haha. Will seemed a little stumped at first and then cleared his throat and said "Well how about I try and better my poor attempt of seduction in somewhere a little more lively. A few of our friends are in a night club and we were going to go.." Kelly smiled and said "Marvellous, this Piano playing is beginning to age me, let's go gentleman." She didn't even let them finish their drinks. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">Kelly and I took a minor detour via the concierge who would ring the club and get us on the list and then met the group of men at the front of the hotel where they were waiting for cars. The valet told them their cars would be a minute or so and then when me and Kelly walked outside the valet said "Good evening, will you require a car this evening?" I told him immediately if possible and one pulled up instantly. He said to the men "Apologies however VIP's are our priority." Kelly smiled at them and we got into the car. We instructed the driver to drive around for a while so that we didn't arrive before them. When we pulled up at the club Will and his friends were stood in line in the freezing cold. Kelly walked past them towards the front of the queue and said "You're second attempt hasn't got off to a great start I must say Will" I signalled for him to get out of line and follow us. When we got to the doorman I said "Kyle McQuillan and Kelly Moss" he checked the list for our names and lifted the rope, I then said "also, could you let these in, they're with us" the doorman looked them up and down and then, after not speaking for a few moments, nodded. Whilst making our way to the bar Will tapped me on the shoulder and said "Kelly, how did you get yourself on the list... I feel it would be good if I was able to do so in the future" I laughed and said "Will,unless you're exceptionally good in the bedroom, this is all you will get with Kelly and if you are, there is a slight chance you might get a phone call in the future. Make the most of it." Kelly then beckoned me over and Will followed. We took a seat at a table and ordered some drinks, I was having Martinis again and Kelly was having champagne cocktails. After an hour or so of sitting around Kelly and I went to the dance floor, before I left I asked Will to find out if any of his friends knew of anybody homosexual; apparently he did. When we returned, a little more drunk than when we left the table the rest of Will's friends were sat there. They too were all good looking. Everybody stared at Kelly and I as we sat down and Will introduced us to everyone, thankfully there was one gentleman in particular who stared at me and smiled and kept on doing so whilst I ordered shots for the entire table. Goodness knows why. I had drank enough, however regardless of that, as requested shots arrived for everyone. We all drank them and afterwards shudders went through more or less everybody's bodies although it didn't taste all that bad, there was no doubt about the fact that it was strong.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">After an hour or so I had moved to sit next to the person whom I correctly presumed was gay and Kelly was awfully loud and hyperactive due her consumption of alcohol, because of this almost all eyes around the table were on her. At one point she went to the toilet and left me talking to the gay bore... I spent the entire conversation looking over his shoulder pretending to listen when I was in fact people watching, it was a lot more exciting than this dull conversation. My Blackberry began ringing for the hundredth time of the evening, usually I just ignore it as it's usually people saying "Kyle will you be coming out in London tonight or Hey Kyle, I'm bored would you like to come round..." Invites for good sex were torture at this moment in time however it was Kelly who was ringing. I answered and she said "This gorgeous man just pulled me onto the dance floor and said something to me but I don't know what... Translate if you'd be so kind" she placed the phone to his ear and he repeated what he had just told Kelly, I laughed and she said "What did he say?" I was grinning at this point and I told Kelly "he said: I have drawn the conclusion that your friend over there is gay.. Would you care to introduce us? He then asked whether I was the person in question." I was waiting for a moan seeing as this person was for me and not her however she said "Excellent! Make sure he doesn't leave in the morning then I can sleep with him too. I'm a little bit jealous Kyle, he seems more fun than all Will's group of friends put together... Would you like me to bring him over?" I told her I would meet her at the bar. When I got to the bar Kelly was sat on a stool next to a muscular tanned man whilst speaking to the barman who translated it into French and told the man; hen I arrived at the bar and stood next to Kelly the barman was currently asking the man if he would sleep with Kelly in the morning, he laughed and said "Well I'm gay however in certain cases, when the female is exceptionally good looking, I can make an exception." I told Kelly what he had just said and her face lit up, she turned around and hugged the man then said "Let me buy you a drink.. Kyle translate." I did so and he asked for a beer she tutted and muttered something along the lines of I'm not buying that and instead ordered 2 martinis and a cosmopolitan. He was pleased and grateful for Kelly's more sophisticated drink choice and asked me to thank her.. I felt like an interpreter. Kelly thankfully answered her phone and began slurring something down it whilst I introduced myself. The man was called Jean and was a personal trainer in Paris, he had brown hair, bright green eyes and was wearing a white v neck t-shirt (hairless and muscular - my preference) with a scarf and jeans, he was here with a few of his clients and people from work and asked if I wished to join them, I said I would. Whilst I was walking off Kelly grabbed my arm, I turned and she groaned "Kyle! You cannot possibly leave me to go back to that boredom on my own whilst you go and share laughs with Jean and his table.. Look at how fun he is.." I turned around and Jean was stood with a crowd of girls dancing with his Martini glass in his hand he saw me and winked and then signalled for me to follow him to his table. Kelly said "Ask him if any of his friends are straight and single" I did so and he told me that more or less all of them were, she smiled and said "Looks like I shall be joining you Kyle... Let's go!" She groped Jean's bum and then danced her way across the dance floor to his table. It was completely different to the table we had just come from, all the men were muscly well dressed and groomed and were all, if not already, well on their way to becoming drunk; suddenly Kelly and myself didn't look so bad. Kelly immediately took a liking to a blonde man who was wearing an open shirt with a vest and rosary beads, he had the physique of a swimmer which simply made him even more appealing. Kelly and myself were introduced to everyone and then Kelly said "Sit next to me dear, I will be requiring your assistance" she walked over and sat down next to the blonde man and said "Bonnnjouurrr" he laughed and said "Babe, there's no need, apart from you two I'm the only English person sat at this table. I'm Liam" she replied "I'm Kelly, this is Kyle. So Liam, do you have a girlfriend?" he told her he didn't and she said "Oh you just get better and better don't you. I can't wait until later. So what brings you to Paris?" I was currently listening to their conversation and he told her that his parents are divorced, his father lives in Perpignon whilst his mother lives in Cheshire; he attended school in England and then went to London school of economics studying law and is in his final year of his course working at his father's firm in Paris. I overheard her give her very short description of herself whilst I did likewise. Jean worked in a gym called Usine 3 days a week and the rest of the time did private work for certain individuals, such as Liam. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">We didn't talk for much longer before spending the rest of the night on the dance floor. Kelly was dancing with her cocktail in hand all night and spilt it all over everyone who was near her and carried on drinking it although it was empty, she didn't seem that drunk at the time. The rest of the night is a bit of a blur however I do recall going home. We phoned for a car and then went outside when it arrived. Liam got in first then Kelly crawled across the seat with her bum in the air and sat on top of Liam and resumed kissing him, then Jean got in and because I had no longing to sit in the front of the car listening to Kelly and Liam kiss whilst Jean was out of reach, I got in too. I found out in the morning that I paid the driver €20 to not complain about there being 4 people in the back and to just drive haha. Upon arriving at the hotel we all stumbled out of the car when we arrived back at the hotel and Kelly whispered at the top of her voice "Gentleman, let's try and look a little composed - this is the Ritz" despite the fact she was the most drunk, she then turned around and stumbled up the step. When we got to our rooms Kelly said "Kyle, do you have my key?" I told her I didn't and she sat on the floor outside my room and emptied her bag. Around 20 condoms came out along with makeup, her Blackberry, perfume, sunglasses, credit cards and screwed up money. She scrambled amongst the pile and then said "It appears to have been misplaced" a couple of about 30 years old then came down the corridor I instructed Kelly to get up and she merely put her sunglasses on and began putting her things back into her bag I asked "Why have you just put those on now?" and she replied "I imagine I look like a complete imbecile and I don't wish for this couple to remember me." I think the couple were also drunk (it's a bit of a haze) and as they passed Kelly she said "Good Evening" the man stopped and said "May we borrow a couple of those?" Kelly didn't acknowledge them until I said her name and she said "Oh I apologise, were you talking to me. You may take some, not borrow. I have no desire to have a used condom returned to me. Have a good evening on me" she handed the man some condoms and then we went inside. I imagine that isn't a conversation which happens on a regular basis within the Ritz, it is most probably unheard of. Once inside Kelly went running to the door which linked my room to hers, it was locked, she just turned around and said "Kyle, we're having the other bedroom dear. Goodnight." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">At about 6 o'clock, when I was asleep, the bedroom door came flying open, I shot up in bed and saw Kelly pulling herself up off the floor laughing. Once she'd managed to calm herself she said "My turn with Jean now" I still felt drunk and said "Kelly we finished about 15 minutes ago dear... Leave it a while" she said "I've not been to sleep at all yet dear.. What's he like?" I told her he was amazing and pulled back the covers to show his amazing body (and the rest); she stroked him haha and then said "I was hoping he would be like that. Come at look at mine" I asked "Your what?" and she said "My man" I followed her to the other bedroom where Liam was lay passed out in bed. Kelly whipped back the covers to reveal a naked Liam, he had a rather nice body, not quite as big as Jean or myself more like a swimmer but still very attractive. He was also very well equipped. Kelly dropped her dressing gown and climbed over Liam into bed and then said "Ok well I shall sleep for a little however do ensure he doesn't leave Kyle." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">I was woke up again at around midday by Jean kissing my neck and asking how I was. I rolled over to face him and felt the previous night's effects - major headache. I told him I wasn't good and he too felt the same. I got up and went to brush my teeth in order to rid my mouth of the repulsive morning-after-sex-and-alcohol taste and then went and lay down in the lounge with a bottle of water from the fridge. An hour or so later Kelly came out of her bedroom hunched over and said "I feel like death!" She went directly to the phone and ordered some room service.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">Once I had eaten I no longer felt sick and due to the amount of water I had drank I no longer had a piercing headache. Kelly and Jean had gone to the bedroom so Kelly could have what she'd long awaited whilst Lee and I sat and watched the television. We got talking about Lee's personal training course which he was undergoing and I asked what physique he desired, he asked me to show him mine which I more than happily did and then asked if he could feel my muscles haha. I allowed him to do so and then he said "Ok" I looked at him blankly and said "Pardon?" he replied "We can do some stuff - not sex, but the rest we can" whether it was me stood there with no top on allowing him to feel my muscles or whether it was down to the unmistakable noise coming from the bedroom, I noticed Liam had an erection and it worked to my advantage haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">Once we'd finished I put on my tracksuit and waited for Jean so that we could go to the gym when somebody knocked on the door. I went and answered it and Gabrielle and Lee said "Surprise!" It most certainly was and a pleasant one at that. They both came in and Gabrielle immediately looked at Liam, she said "Good afternoon, I'm Gabrielle, Kyle's sister." He introduced himself and then she said "So what are you doing this evening Liam?" He told her he may go out again and her face lit up. She then asked me where Kelly was, I told her she was in the bedroom, stupidly thinking my sister would gather the fact that she was having sex. Instead she went wondering off to the bedroom and when she opened the door said "What's that banging Kelly?" She needn't answer as it was clear what the banging was as soon as Gabrielle opened the door, she just said "Oh" and came back to the lounge. I asked what she was doing here and she told me she was bored in London and wanted something to do over the weekend so she and Lee got a jet, she then said "Oh and guess what.. Mother wouldn't book me another room as she said she was already paying €8,000 a night for yours so she expected me to stay in here with you but that wasn't the reason at all because I complained at Dad and he said it's not because of the money and she hoped it would prevent you from having so much sex haha, I could barely contain myself so I just went along with it. I am not by the way sharing a suite with you, the thought of listening to you having sex is sickening, I'm going to have Lee's and he's going to share with you he said he doesn't mind however I personally think it is a little strange, a gay male and a straight male sharing a suite together" Lee overheard our conversation and said "Gabrielle it's fine, Kyle and I have had oral sex, it's nothing we've never seen of each other before" Gabrielle looked as though she was about to vomit and then I said "Was that completely necessary?" he said "Probably not no, however that expression on her face is rather comical.. I've slept with Gabrielle too" I now looked like I was about to vomit and Gabrielle looked shocked, Lee said "Oh perhaps a step too far then yes? Kyle I would appreciate it if you didn't punch me in the face at this moment in time, however I fully understand if you choose to do so." I noticed Gabrielle's unperfect hair and the creases in Lee's t-shirt and Gabrielle's blouse and realised what it was that they'd been doing on the flight to Paris. Kelly broke the tension by coming into the room with Jean and said "Why are you all stood with ridiculous looks on your faces?" Liam filled her in and then she said "Oh did neither of you know, Kyle I thought you didn't posses Gabrielle's stupidity gene but apparently you do. They've been sleeping together since New York. Elliot has too." I said "Ok, let's stop talking about who my sister has been sleeping with because quite frankly, I was happy being in the dark. Don't get me wrong Gabrielle, I am so proud of you becoming promiscuous like myself and I do not blame you for sleeping with Elliot and Lee as they are both rather good looking, however I would rather not know dear." I spent the rest of the afternoon in the gym, Jean and Liam didn't end up coming as they had other things to do however before leaving they said "We have both of your numbers so I shall text you when I arrive at the club." They left and Gabrielle said "Jesus, you must have been drunk!" </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">I got back up to the suite at about 6 and went into the bathroom, where Lee was showering, to ask what the arrangements for this evening were, he told me that we were meeting up with Jean and Liam in the same club I had met them in the previous night. After telling me I went to go and take a shower myself when he said "Would you like to join me?" I said "No not really" he then said "Come on Kyle.. You know you want to, I'll return the favour..." My sex life was more important to me than having a punctual arrival at a night club so I did. It was rather beneficial actually, I was showering and satisfying my needs at the same time... Spiffing! I finally put on a Jean Paul Gaultier outfit which consisted of some platinum (or bronze/silver/ grey - I don't know really) coloured tailored pants and a black and beige fine check V neck, my new Chanel J12 Clibre watch and some boots which were rather like wellies actually, however everybody complemented my outfit and seeing as I copied it exact from the catwalk - I deemed it fashionable. As Gabrielle was also running late due to a hair extension issue I met her in the foyer so we could take a car together. She was dressed in a bronze dress which had a black organza over the top and a belt around the middle by Marc Jacobs, some black suede shoes which had a gold jewels where they covered the toe by Valentino, a gold Zagliani clutch, a Joan Hornig cuff which she wore around her bicep as opposed to her wrist and a Henry Dunay ring. Lee came from the direction of the bar dressed in a silver/grey shirt a black cardigan and black pants, all by Armani Collezioni... I had wore the exact same outfit that week.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">Once inside the club Lee bought me a Dissarano and Coke while Gabrielle and I went to find Kelly and the men. It wasn't hard to locate them within the heaving club due to Kelly's outfit choice; she was wearing a bright purple Ralph Lauren Black Label dress which had a huge bow on the back with black tights and black Miu Miu shoes. When we got to the table I took a seat next to Jean who looked gorgeous in a grey knitted V neck with black pants. Kelly had her interests in someone else this evening who, thankfully, also spoke Elish and Gabrielle went directly to Liam. Lee brought mine and Gabrielle's drinks over and had 2 girls with him already, he asked if anyone would be joining him and his new found friends on the dance floor which we all did and caused minor speculation whilst there. Gabrielle very audibly shouted to Kelly "What on earth are those girls wearing... There is promiscuous and then there is slut, the latter is achieved by the hideous dress sense and personality the girl possess' " I think she thought they were fFrenchrench but apparently they weren't, they heard every word of what Gabrielle bellowed and said "Snotty bitch" before walking off, Gabrielle said "Imbecile, I do not have mucus! Sorry Lee" he shrugged and said "They weren't that attractive anyway, besides there is a girl at the bar who has been staring at me for a while. Do excuse me.." Following this, about 10 minutes later, Gabrielle and Kelly were getting groped from behind by an ugly man and hit his hands away on numerous occasions which he chose to ignore. Gabrielle then purposely stamped on his toe with her heel, it wasn't until the man began shouting at her in French english that I noticed, at which point Kelly was pointing in his face and saying "How dare you speak to her like that!" The man who Kelly had been dancing with was now staring at the man as was Liam so I went over. When I got there Kelly was taking of her shoe (as they do - it works as a weapon) Liam was saying "Just walk away" the man replied (I think he was on drugs) "Oh here's another one... What's wrong with a bit of dancing with these two girls?" The man whom Kelly had been dancing with butted in and said "That was groping, not dancing" he said "This is groping" and touched both of their boobs at the same time - I clenched my fist and brought back my arm in preparation to punch him however Gabrielle's fist went flying across his nose before I could do so followed my Kelly's heel across his head. People were now staring and the man's nose began to bleed, he shouted "You bitch" and pushed Gabrielle who Jean caught, more or less as soon as he did so I dived in head first and head butted him on the nose, he went stumbling backwards, stood back upright and then came running back at me. I thought <i>what on</i> <i>earth are you doing you are clearly going to loose this </i>I ducked as he swung his arm to hit me and went running into my tense body and, as a result, flying onto the floor. I straddled him and pushed his face side wards onto the floor with my fist and said "Are you going to stop this?" He told me to get off him so I pushed a little harder and said "Answer my question..." he said "Ok, get off!" I did so and he stood up and said "Twat!" I wanted to hit him again but Gabrielle's foot came flying up and kicked him directly in the face. I looked at her and she was stood on one leg with the other outstretched in front of her (knee bent - ready to kick again) level with the man's face, she said "How dare you speak to my brother like that!" It seems that ballet isn't just useful for dancing and showing off haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">The club's security came over and made us all leave the club. The man's face was bloody, one side of his face was dirty and he had a red patch on his cheek where Gabrielle's heel had made it's impact. The manager saw us in the club's entrance and said (in english) "I want you all out, now!" Kelly walked over and said "My friend you have just lost an awful lot of business. Each of us posses' one of these and would be prepared to spend rather large sums on each visit" she showed him her black American express and he no longer looked angry, she continued "yes, that expression says it all. If you ran a respectable establishment perhaps you would be used to seeing such things as these, however granting entrance to such scum" she looked at the man "and to those dressed without even a miniscule amount of respect for themselves is enough to repel anyone who has any class what so ever. So, you needn't ask me to leave as, having class, I have no desire to be in such a hideous venue any longer and nor shall I, or any of my upper-class companions, be returning or some cases, coming at all." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">When we got outside Gabrielle and Kelly hugged me and said "Thank you dear" then Kelly said "If you don't feel like staying out we can go back to the hotel and I can show my gratitude there.." I told her I was fine and would rather just go elsewhere. We phoned The Ritz and got cars to V.I.P room, an exclusive night club which would not have such horrible clientele such as those who'd been in Rex, where we had just come from... Only good looking, well dressed people with money get into places like that. The atmosphere was better as soon as we got into the club and due to us using our contacts, went straight in and took seats around a circular table in the centre of the room. Gabrielle and I got drinks for everyone and as soon as I had drunk mine I could feel it going straight to my head. I was clearly still somewhat intoxicated from the previous night and I was once again, on my way to becoming drunk... Judging by Kelly's hyperactivity she had already reached drunk. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">An hour or so later we were all drunk, Gabrielle and Liam looked as though they wanted to have sex that very second, Kelly was being awfully loud and entertaining the whole table, I was talking to Jean (who was impressed by my performance with the man in Rex) and although I hadn't seen Lee for the past hour, he was the only one of us who didn't have somebody sat around the table, I presumed he was drunk too. When he finally came to our table it seemed my presumption was correct; he tripped up the step onto the table he said "Oh blimey.. Well ladies and gentleman, I shall be leaving now as I have 2 eager ladies who I simply must spend the night with. Kyle, who will you be taking home?" I told him Jean and he said "Oh marvellous, that's all I need. Two enormous muscle men going at it all night long, it seems I shan't be sleeping tonight.." I said "Well you have two ladies to keep you going Lee, I'm sure you will be fine, however do feel free to join us" I winked at him and he laughed. The rest of us decided we'd have one last drink and dance before leaving, Liam bought us all drinks and we headed to the dance floor. The last dance turned into an hour session on the dance floor, the drinks seemed to take immediate effect and we had a miniature dance-off within the group - it came down to Gabrielle and Jean and Gabrielle inevitably won.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">When we got back to the hotel there was nobody in the Lobby what so ever except for staff - Gabrielle went over to the reception desk and asked if they had any condoms in their first aid box, the lady behind the desk held back her desire to burst out laughing and said "I am sorry but unfortunately we do not have those in our first aid box, I do believe that if you ask the concierge he will provide you with some." I told her I had plenty and we all piled into the lift. When I got into the room I went and told Lee I was back - I wanted to see what the girls were like really, however only one was visible, the one who he was kissing and groping... The other was beneath the covers. I went into my bedroom to find Jean sprawled out in the bed in his tight fitting underwear - I shall stop now, this is beginning to sound a little pornographic. To cut a long story short I had another amazing night with Jean and plus an amazing morning. Gabrielle phoned me at 9, just 4 hours after I'd gone to sleep, and sounded rather rough when she told me that she had a jet booked for 2 p.m., I told her I would go home today however would be driving due to having Kelly's car here with me. So whilst Jean went to the gym in the hotel I packed up my many belongings. I had been posting things home whilst I had been here for a while now so it only took me about an hour and a half to get everything together. I put on a pair of Rock & Republic jeans with a black Michael Kors cashmere shawl collar jumper, some patent black high top YSL trainers, my black diamond encrusted Chanel J12 watch and some vintage mirrored aviators. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">I managed to get 3 holdalls into the boot of Kelly's car and placed 2 cases on Jean whilst I drove him to his work. I wrote him down in my little black book - Paris before I forgot and began the gruelling drive back to London. I ended up driving to Calais which took about 3 hours. Then I drove the car into the train thing and waited inside it whilst passing people admired the car and a huge group of school children crowded around it on their way to and from the powder room. Once that endurance was over with I then took the 2 hour journey into London. When I got into London I went and filled Kelly's car back up with petrol and then took it to her house where I would reclaim my Audi, however Kelly's parents had already dropped it off at my hotel whilst we were away so I waited in Kelly's house for my mum to come and collect me. I went back to their house for a while and fell to sleep in the drawing room and then Jake (their chef) made us all a Sunday dinner which I ate before going home. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">I haven't done much since being back in London. On the Tuesday after my return home my mother made me go to the doctors for HIV and Sti tests. I did so without fuss and whilst I sat in the waiting room Gabrielle walked in also. I started laughing and she sat down in a mood and said "She made me come for one too!" I had Hepatitis B and C, HIV, Gonorrhoea, Chlamydia and Syphilis. I hate them, they always seem awkward, the lady was fairly old and asked "Do you have oral sex?" Yes "Do you have anal sex?" Yes "So you sleep with men" Yes "Do you sleep with women also?" Yes, I didn't see how that one was relevant really then she said "Are you in a relationship?" No "Have you been in one over the past year?" No "How many sexual partners have you had over the past 6 months?" This was the bit I despised, I said "About 5 a week" she continued "For the past 6 months?" Yes.. She asked a few others and then did the tests. I was told I would be able to get the results within 24 hours (the benefits of private healthcare) which I did and was negative for them all, as was Gabrielle. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">Also on Friday I went out for a meal with Brian Friedman and Gabrielle. Brian is a choreographer from America however is in London due to being the creative director of X-Factor. Gabrielle knows him from her dancing days and went and spent the day with him in The Pineapple dance studios dancing. I drove down there at about 3 in the afternoon and watched them doing lifts and spinning on one toe etc. They weren't dancing ballet (which Gabrielle does best) they were doing Jazz dances however Gabrielle still excelled in this field. We dined out in the evening at The Ivy and caught up, I hadn't seen Brian for years so it was nice to see him. Ever since Gabrielle has been prancing around the house and seems to constantly have a leg in the air or be spinning around haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">This weekend just gone my parents went to Monaco to see 'The Greens' I have no idea why they call them that, however they were referring to Phillip and Christina Green whom some of the UK's largest retailers including Topshop. Whilst my father played tennis with Phillip and the Prince of Monaco and my mother shopped with Tina Gabrielle and I hosted a miniature party at our parents home. It was rather fun and we strategically sent bottles of Cristal to the neighbours apologising for the noise in the hope that they wouldn't tell our parents haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">Yet again I have managed to produce a short story haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">Much love, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">Kyle. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> </div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-75351896681341183202008-10-10T15:12:00.000-07:002008-10-30T04:21:21.418-07:00The past few weeks..<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Hello, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I was bored for the majority of the time in the Hamptons. Camilla did come on that day and she ended up staying the night in our Hamptons home. She wasn't the only one who showed up. An hour or so after Camilla arrived so did mother. We were sat in the drawing room watching a film and I heard her dog bark and the unmistakable sound of heels (not what the house staff wear.) She came in and said "Suprise!" She then made more of a fuss of Camilla whilst Gabrielle and I, her own children, sat feeling neglected whilst she asked how she was and how grown up she was... The usual. When we asked what she was doing she said "Well I missed my darling children and it's the Children's Gala tonight so I thought I would attend and make a donation. Who's going to go with me?" Gabrielle of course jumped at the offer, with the condition "We'll have to go shopping though, I have nothing to wear" my mother said "I thought that was coming.. I happen to know that you went shopping the other day and spent money in Chanel, Gucci, Intermix, Bergdorf... Need I go on?" Gabrielle looked baffled and said "How did you know that?" my mother did the face and said "Gabrielle, you pay for everything on my card. Of course I am going to know where you're spending my money. Never the less, I wouldn't mind something new to wear also so we shall go. Kyle, I may need to use your apartment tomorrow however I am not certain. I have a meeting and if the gentleman decides he doesn't want to go for lunch I will have to hold the meeting in your apartment. Please may I have your keys so Gabrielle and I can go whilst we're in the city; I simply must check there aren't boxes of condoms on the dining room table." I said "I don't think there are mother, I think they're in the bathroom. There may be someone's underwear on there though, who's is a different matter." She looked disgusted and said "Oh Kyle, you repulse me. Camilla I bet you're not promiscuous like Kyle here are you?" She said "No not atall, Kyle here is something else." Rubbing a bit of salt in the wound always helps, my mother replied with "Gabrielle isn't like that either" Camilla and I looked at her and she shook her head at me, indicating that I shouldn't mention the one night stands she's been having, I said "Mother it's because I'm so much better looking than Gabrielle, I get approached more than she does. Therefore meaning that when a certain handsome gentleman takes my fancy, my hormones begin racing and then one thing leads to another and well, we all know what happens after that. Furthermore it's evident I inherited my admirable appearance from my beautiful mother and therefore, I believe it is your fault my dear" I kissed her on the cheek and she said "You are beyond help." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Gabrielle went upstairs to get ready and my mother did some work on her laptop. My mum was wearing a Micheal Kors crosshatch tailored jacket with a matching pencil skirt, opaque tights, a pair of Fendi booties and a black Hermes Birkin which contained her macbook air amongst other things. My mother complimented Camilla on her shoes and she said "Oh I just had these sent to me by the Harrods buyers... They're gorgeous aren't they!" and then all my mother's work went out of the window whilst she discussed this sesons footwear. Gabrielle came downstairs a short while later wearing a grey knit skirt from Fendi, black tights, brown knee high boots and a chunky knit sweater which had a sort of polar neck, both by Marc Jacobs, and a brown Hermes Birkin bag. Gabrielle said "Oh mother you can't use that bag, this one matches my entire outfit... Oh actually, I need a new speedy so we can go into Louis Vuitton and I can just buy a new bag as that would match. Ok let's go." She had clearly been plotting that whilst up stairs. About 5 minutes later the helicopter landed and they went. Camilla and I had the chef make us a bit of a buffet and sat in the cinema room watching films all afternoon. At about 4 o'clock my mother phoned me and said "Kyle darling, I'm just in the hairdressers with Gabrielle and I've decided that it makes more sense if I just go and get ready in your apartment and stay there this evening as opposed to flying back and then back again for the Gala. Would that be ok with you darling?" I told her it was fine and said goodbye. I then immediately phoned the hotel and told them to put the boxes of condoms which were in most rooms in the house into my Gucci holdall which was in the wardrobe and with them an address book which was in the bedside draw - it was my black book it states the name of the person and a short descripition i.e. very good in bed, however doesn't like one night stands, followed by his number... I highly doubt that it would go down too well if my mother read that. Upon hanging up Gabrielle text me saying <i>Marvelous, I can garuntee there will be countless gentlemen there tonight donating their money to the charity and I won't be able to leave with any of them because Mother thinks I am completely innocent, it would push her over the edge if she knew we were both like you. </i>I replied saying <i>Of course you can, I've done it on numerous occasions when I've been with Dad. Just tell her you've just seen a couple of friends from NYU or something and then leave with the male and stay in his apartment. Make sure she gets a car home first though. </i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><i></i><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Me and Camilla went out for a meal to Nick & Toni's in Southampton and then went home for an early night. We got up in the morning and had breakfast made and then went for a game of tennis - I had to play easy, there was a risk of her breaking a nail, and due to me not feeling satisfied with my workout I went in the gym. At about midday Gabrielle arrived home. I asked how last night went and she said "It was good, Beyonce and Jay Z were there, everybody was throwing their money away which is good. There was a lawyer's firm there so I slept with a man from there, he was good. Mum stayed in The Pierre as she said she didn't feel comfortable sleeping in the bed which you've shared with multiple men haha. I don't think she thought about the other bedroom... So I stayed there last night with Luke or what ever his name was and then this morning we were cuddling and I heard the apartment door open so I threw him out of bed and told him to go in the bathroom and then she came into the bedrooom saying 'Gabrielle I am having a catastrophe, my cases are in The Hamptons and I have that meeting this afternoon so I have nothing to wear. I'm just going to run over to Bergdorf and find some suitable attire, what shoes do you have here?' I told her I'd look in a little while and then she said 'Gabrielle are you ok, you seem a little nervous' I assured her I was fine and then she left. Imagine if she'd have caught me, I would have had to have told her I had been seeing him for a while, nightmare. Anyway he left and she came back with about 4 bags saying 'there was so much lovely stuff in there Gabrielle!' ... Nightmare." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The three of us sat by the pool for a couple of hours and then my mum began to land in the garden. It was awful, there was soil flying everywhere and Gabrielle's hair was going in my mouth haha. When it landed we went inside where my mum came walking into the house with about 25 shopping bags. She said "Thanks for taking a couple of these with you Gabrielle..." Gabrielle said "Oh yes, they slipped my mind." and then I was told to go and get my mother's bag. I went to the helicopter and got her Louis Vuitton hangbag, matching portfolio and Hermes agenda. When I got back inside my mother was giving Camilla a shopping bag branded with MiuMiu, Camilla opened it to a pair of grey, white and green suede shoes and said "Oh they're gorgeous! You shouldn't have! Thank you ever so much." I awaited my gift haha and I got a Marc Jacobs cardigan, 2 Louis Vuitton scarves and a pair of Gucci shoes. She purchased a Louis Vuitton Epi leather briefcase and some John Varvatos things for my father. Gabrielle of course had about 12 whole outfits; as did my mother. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Camilla and my mother shared a jet home that evening.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Following her departure it was just me and Gabrielle... We went out for a few meals in the evenings and just lazed around the house the majority of the day time. I left the hamptons on a couple of occasions to go to New York City in search of a man. It proved to be successful on both occasions. I slept with the man from Wall St. once and another person from my 'Black book for New York' haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On the Tuesday of that week I decided I needed something more than just Gabrielle to keep me occupied and so I phoned my mother. I asked if she'd have someone fly out with Maddox (my dog.) I only ask my mother as she has a substantial amount of staff working below her which includes, secretaries, assistants and other various people whom jet around the world to set up contracts etc. She said she'd have her assistant check if there was anyone available; a couple of minutes later I received an email saying she would send him out on a jet the next day, and that she did. I got an message at 10am from my mother's p.a telling me that the jet would be landing at Westhampton airport in an hour and a half. I had a shower and put on my Adidas tracksuit and then drove the 40 minute journey to the airport. When I got there a girl whom I had never met before came out with a suitcase, a dog in a Louis Vuitton bag and Maddox walking at the side. I wasn't aware that Bambi (Gabrielle's Pomeranian) was coming. I took the dogs from her and asked if they were ok to which she said they were fine, I then asked where she was going and she said "I have a car waiting to take me into New York where I have a little work to do for Mrs. McQuillan and then I fly home later this evening." I walked her to the car, thanked her and then went to mine. Before I did so however I removed Bambi from her bag, as I looked like a woman, and instead lead her by her Louis Vuitton lead. Maddox doesn't need one and just walked by my side. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I got back to the house Gabrielle played with Bambi while Maddox and I went for a 6 mile run along the beach. Upon my return home I joined Gabrielle in the gym for an hour or so and then went for a little sleep. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">That Thursday I piled my luggage into the Porsche which is kept in The Hamptons whilst Gabrielle put the remainder of mine and her's into a helicopter and we departed for Westport, Connecticut. It took me about 2 hours and 45 minutes to reach the house and Gabrielle a fraction of that time. I hadn't been to this house since January... It is a gorgeous property however it is so boring! There is absolutely nothing to do. There is approximately 5 acres between our property and the one next door and everybody just stays in their homes. When I arrived there I went for a jog around the gardens with Maddox and then had a game of tennis with the pool boy haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The following day Gabrielle left connecticut to go and catch the end of freshers week and left me there, alone. Why she would choose freshers week over spending time with her brother is beyond me... She has been every year since she's been at university and despised it each and every time as "partying in nightclubs filled with people whom cannot handle their alcohol or getting others prespiration wiped on my £700 dress, is not (her) idea of fun!" but yet again, she has attended. I spent the whole of that day in the gym, in the cinema room and having food made by the chef. I was extremely bored. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">In the morning I phoned Elliot as soon as I woke up and asked him to fly out. It didn't take much persuasion, nobody was in London so he too was rather bored. Upon hanging up from him I looked through my black book... I looked phoned a couple of the ones who had good jobs or I had described as wealthy, as it was these who would be prepared to drive, or fly, to Connecticut. I eventually phoned a man called Phillip with the description of <i>Eaton-Oxford-Yale, Partner at law firm, Excellent in bed... Met in bungalow on New Year, spent the night with him. </i>I figured he was worthy of a phone call. I didn't remember him all that well, and judging from my handwriting it was rather explanitary why not... I was rather drunk, as was everyone at the New Year's celebration. He answered the phone saying "Phillip Carter" I said "Hello there Phillip, it's Kyle... From New Year." The penny dropped clearly as he said "Well if it isn't the jetsetting playboy himself... How the devil are you Kyle?" I endured the small talk for a little while and then he said "It was an amazing time we had at New Year wasn't it" ... I had no idea, I couldn't remember. I improvised yet avoided it.. "Oh yes, spiffing, how could I forget?!" He said "It most certainly was... We'll have to do it again some time." I jumped at the offer and said "How about today?" He replied "Well that has certainly brightened up my day. I have a meeting in 20 minutes however it should only be an hour" I said I'd ring him and hung up. An hour later, after being in the gym, I phoned him. He had finished his meeting so I gave him the address and went for a shower. An hour and 10 minutes later the house phone rang, I picked it up and the screen came on displaying an image of a man sat in the back of a silver car. He said "Good Afternoon Kyle." I said the same and opened the gate. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">He was better looking than what I had expected. He had chocolate brown hair, brown eyes, dark tan and a well tailored suit which complimented his broad figure. He looked rather a lot nicer than what I did at that moment in time whilst I sported my Armani Collezioni tracksuit and Dolce & Gabbana trainers. He came into the house and I told him where the bedroom was, I also went and told Myra (the chef and housekeeper) to make his driver and sandwich and a drink. Me and Phillip had an excellent afternoon. Once we'd finished he got up and began getting dressed. He said "We'll have to do this again next time you're in New York. What's your number again?" I said "I'll message it to you.." I wouldn't. The last thing I want is him messaging and calling every week asking whether I'm in New York. I'd rather just phone him when I wanted to sleep with him. He must've remebered how I like to have sex from New Year, through his excellent performance and quick departure it was evident he'd recalled the fact that hanging around and making polite conversations is not something I am fond of; regardless of how attractive they are. I only long for sex, not a conversation, I can ring a friend if that's what I want. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I went running with the dog and then had a late tea, I decided to go to bed afterwards as there wasn't much else to do. I had an awful night's sleep! Maddox was on the floor and was snoring so I had to wake him up and take him into a different bedroom at 3 a.m and then he barked at 4 so I jumped out of bed panicking and he was having a dream - he's security trained so a bark in the night isn't a good sign. At 7 a.m, after what felt like mere minutes sleep, the house phone rang. I picked it up and grunted something along the lines of "Hello" down the phone, Elliot said "Open the gate" I hung up and pressed numerous buttons on the phone in search of the correct one. I then rang downstairs and Myra picked up, I said "answer the door" and hung up again. Moments later Elliot came in, threw his Gucci holdall on the floor, stripped down to his underwear and climbed into bed with what seemed like the most noise possible. He said "The things I do for you Kyle McQuillan" and lay down right next to me. I went to sleep and was woken 15 minutes later by him breathing right down my neck. I woke up, rolled over and punched him in the chest, he woke up and shouted "What on earth Kyle?!" and punched my arm - it hurt so I punched him again on his arm. He said "Why may I ask are you punching me?" I was moody due to being woken up several times and said "Elliot this is a king sized bed, why is it that you choose to lie right next to me and restrict my movement, disrupting my sleep? There are 5 other bedrooms in this house you could sleep in there!" he said "Well you know where to go then if I'm disrupting your sleep don't you." I replied "No Elliot, I was suggesting you went." He just rolled over and said "Do be quiet Kyle" and went back to sleep. I lay back down and I too went back to sleep. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I finally got up at 11 Elliot was no longer in my bed. I put on a pair of tracksuit bottoms, brushed my teeth and went downstairs. Elliot was already downstairs wearing a nike tracksuit and said "Is someone in a better mood than earlier this morning?" I sniggered and he said "Get changed and we can go for a game of Tennis." I said ok but after breakfast - breakfast I was unable to make and could not find. I asked Elliot where Myra was and he just shrugged his shoulders - great help. I pressed the necessary buttons on the phone and all the phones in the house began ringing simultaneously, after a few moments she picked up the phone saying "Good morning Mr. McQuillan." I asked how she knew it was me and she said "It flashes with internal call sir. How may I help you?" I asked her what was for breakfast and she said she'd left me a fruit salad in the refrigerator. I thanked her and hung up. After breakfast I went upstairs and put on a t-shirt, found my tennis racket and then followed Elliot out to the tennis court. Like an idiot he served one of the tennis balls into the garden and Maddox went chasing after it, I said "I hope you have another one of those.." He said "Why?" and then the ball popped as Maddox's jaw clamed down on it. A game of tennis was a lot more fun and tiresome than one with Gabrielle, like I had to endure in The Hamptons. She complains if I don't hit the ball directly to her or if I hit it with anything remotely resembling force. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After tennis Elliot and I went into the gym where I had a go on the punch bag and did some weights... After that I was bored and so I chose to satisfy my need and have sex. Meanwhile Myra took maddox for a walk, as I had requested, and then showered him. Seeing as we had nothing better to do, Elliot and I entertained one another more or less all afternoon... Afterwards my face was glowing and I felt amazing haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Monday and Tuesday were much the same as Sunday with the exception that we went out for meals. On Wednesday Elliot and I were both bored and so he talked me into taking a helicopter to New York. I hesitated at first and declined however after persuasion, I agreed. I went and put on a pair of Seven jeans, a plain white tshirt, a gold coloured paisley Alexander McQueen scarf which was wrapped around my neck and pinned, Brown Gucci calf length boots, brown Tom Ford sunglasses and my white and gold Chanel J12. I packed a Louis Vuitton holdall just incase I ended up staying the night. I put the holdall over my shoulder and went downstairs to wait for Elliot. He came down wearing a pink Gucci V neck, a white shirt, Dolce & Gabbana jeans, D squared lacups and a Bulgari watch. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We sat around for about 10 minutes and I comforted the dog (he knew I was leaving again) whilst we waited for the helicopter to arrive. When it finally did arrive, I braced my self and strapped myself in. Whilst I experienced feelings of distress, Elliot sat opposite with his blackberry repeatively bleating - he'd smirk and then text back... There wasn't a hint of subtleness with his flirtatious messaging, who it was I have no idea. When we landed after what felt like a 5 hour journey Elliot got into the car with me which The Plaza had provided and told them an address in Greenwich - he was going to have sex. Whilst journying uptown in the car I phoned my mum. I told her how bored I was and that I'd had to travel into the city in order to find some amusement and she said "Oh Kyle darling, poor you. Well I've just been looking through my schedule for the next couple of weeks and there's a few things I could reorganise and send somebody else, so, if you'd like, we could go to Milan for the end of fashion week?" A huge smile spread accross my face as I realised I would no longer have to endure this boredom. I accepted her offer and she said "Organise a jet for yourself and accomodation for our arrival tomorrow morning. I shall see you there." She said it as though it was a slight possibility I'd have any idea what to do when organising a jet or suitable accomodation. I phoned my father's p.a. I said "Good afternoon Jackie. I shall be departing Connecticut tomorrow morning and need a flight to Milan. I am going there with mother so I expect she will call you in order to organise a jet. If possible, book me in first, however if that's not available I shall make do with business. Also I need a hotel, not the one I stayed in last time, the one the time before that; I can't remember what it was called, I'm sure you'll have it written down somewhere." She said "Anything else Kyle" in a rather sarcastic tone so I thought I'd be mean "Oh yes, you can have my post forwarded to the hotel and also you may have to send someone over to collect Maddox.. I have no idea how he will be getting home. Thank you, good day." Wouldn't you just love to work for my family haha.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we arrived back at The Plaza I went straight to Gucci just accrooss the road. Seeing as my mother would inevitabley treat me to goodness knows how many things whilst in Milan I thought I'd spend a little of my father's money on her... Seeing as I don't use my own. I felt like a betrayer walking into Gucci with a Louis Vuitton holdall over my shoulder but I didn't care, I'm sure they wouldn't mind once I've just spent a small fortune in their shop. However that was not so, there wasn't much which jumped out at me so I purchased her a couple of scarves and went next door to Starbucks. Whilst queing for my Latte, the man next to me who was carrying a Prada carrier bag and wearing a khaki t-shirt, leather jacket, flat cap, braces and cropped pants said "Excuse me, have we met before?" I replied "It's unlikely unless you're gay and have frequent one night stands with people whom you meet in nightclubs." To cut a long story short, we left starbucks, went to my apartment and had sex. It wasn't as good as what I'd been experiencing with Elliot the past days however it perked up my day a little. The man (I didn't get his name - for a change) left and I had a quick shower before going shopping. I got 2 suits, a cardigan, some winter boots and a holall from Tom Ford, A brown suit with subtle plaid trousers from Yves Saint Laurent, A grey suit from Raf Simmons, another from Salvatore Ferragmo, a pair of boots from Hermes, some black metallic jeans from Dior plus 3 other pairs, a jumper scarf and gloves from Chrome Hearts and a dress for my mother from Antonio Berardi... I was tempted to purchase a fur coat whilst in Tom Ford however, at $28,000 I thought I'd hint at mother and allow her to purchase it for me prior to our next skiing trip. All in all, I believe it was a rather productive day! Whilst taking the now loaded car back to The Plaza I phoned Elliot. He had spent the afternoon with a man whom he had met when he was in Milan a couple of weeks ago... Whilst he ran around Central Park I informed him of my departure and asked if he'd like to go out for an early tea. He agreed and said he'd begin making his way back shortly. When I arrived back at The Plaza I asked the concierge to make me a reservation at The Waverly Inn and to organise a helicopter for later in the evening. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">More or less 5 minutes after I arrived back at the apartment so did Elliot. I went and showered and then put on my Dior jeans, a white shirt, a navy cardigan from Lanvin with some Armani shoes and my Dior watch. Elliot put on some Prada pants with a shirt which he had purchased that day and we took the car to the restaurant. Before we left we gathered all of our shopping and my holdall which I had brought and left it in the hallways so it could be collected and put into a car when we telephoned. The restaurant was fairly busy however not too bad. Whilst we dined I informed Elliot he would have to fly back with Maddox as I was not returning to England. He wasn't too happy at first, quite understandably - a 9 hour flight with a Rottweiler isn't the most appealing of things to do, but seeing as I am such a good sleeping partener, he agreed. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once we had finished dinner I phoned for the car and we took it downtown to the helipad where the helicopter was waiting. When we got there we unloaded the car of all the shopping bags and my holdall and took the helicopter back to connecticut. When we arrived back I began the huge chore of packing the 6 cases I would be taking with me. The accessory and shoe case was easy as I only took out what I need from those, however the various cases which contained clothes had been unpacked and I was now to decide what I would be posting home and what I would be taking with me to Milan. It took me a grueling hour and a half to do this grueling task! I left Myra with a small mountain of clothing in the spare bedroom to be folded and posted to my home address.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once I was more or less organised I joined Elliot in the media room to watch a film... It was absolutely appauling! It was one of the saw ones and I didn't find it scary in the slightest, nor did Elliot for that matter and we spent the duration texting people. When it had finished I had a little snack and then Elliot joined me in bed. It bodes well that I spend the night prior to a flight active as I will sleep on the plane, reducing stress and premeture aging. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I got up at 6 to get ready for leaving. I had a shower and changed into my black tracksuit and trainers both by Dolce & Gabbana and put some magazines and things into my Tom Ford holdall. When I went downstairs the driver was already taking my luggage out to the car; I meanwhile enjoyed a piece of french toast whilst he menuveured the cases in an attempt to fit them all in. When I had finished I dragged my tired self outside and told him to just put those that don't fit into the car, it was impossible to get them all into the boot. Once everything was in I said goodbye to Maddox and began the 2 hour journey to JFK. I was on the phone for the whole of the journey so it passed rather quickly.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once in the terminal I recieved the usual strange looks I usually did whilst pushing my 2 trollies through the airport. I am now immune to it, I don't realise unless I look out for it. I checked in and then went through to duty free. I got 4 aftershaves and a pair of sunglasses and then went and sat in the first class lounge... I wasn't in there for long before they began calling people to the gate. I made my way and boarded the plane. I studied the safety procedure booklet for a good 5 minutes, watched the demonstration and then put on my sunglasses and went to sleep... Strapped in until breathing was arduous that is. I slept for the majority of the flight and, much to my dismay, woke just before landing, causing myself trauma.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">It was midnight in Milan by the time I had landed and I waited for what seemed like hours for my cases, when I eventually got them all I took them out to the car which was waiting. It took me to the hotel which I had requested and simply adored - The Bulgari hotel. When I got there bell boys came and got my luggage whilst I went to check in. The lady on the desk told me that the car had just left to go and collect my mother and she should be here shortly... We had different rooms, of course and on different floors, of course. I was not running the risk that she catch me with one of my sexual parteners of the evening, and it was fashion week so I would be on full form. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I went upstairs to freshen up and after a short while there was a knock on the door. I opened it and my mother walked in wearing a pair of tailored pinstripe pants, an open neck armani collezioni blouse, a pair of lace Manolo Blahnik's and an Alexander McQueen tote; she said "Our rooms are on completely different floors, what sheer inconvenience." I just nodded and asked why she was dressed so formally "Well Kyle, some of us do work and I happen to do so rather a lot. I spent the duration of the flight discussing contracts and things with a man from Rome. He joined me on the flight from London. How was your flight dear?" We had the normal catch up we always did and she left to go to bed, before leaving she said "Oh Kyle dear, your sister asked that you phone her... Goodness knows what for." I phoned Gabrielle as soon as my mother left. It was noisy and I persumed she was driving and had me on hands free. She sounded suspicious when she answered the phone and said "You're not with mum are you?" I said told her I wasn't and asked why, she said "Well, I was just driving back from Surrey in the Bentley and I tried to reverse out of a space and the gears are different to in my car and" I knew what was coming "it was in first and well, now the front of the car is dinted... What shall I do?" This was the very reason why our parents don't allow us to use their cars. I'm fine, it's Gabrielle. The last time she borrowed my father's bugatti she opened the door and hit it on a concrete bollard. I said "Erm I have no idea, who do you ring when you crash a car?" she replied with "A personal assistant.. I can't ring Jackie because she'll tell Dad. Can you ring Elliot for me and ask him to ask his?" I said ok and began to say bye and she said "Kyle! That wasn't my trauma which I wished for you to phone me about, the car issue only just happened." I said oh and was amazed how this could get any worse, she continued "Well I was out the other evening, for freshers week, and we were in someones pathetic excuse for accomodation in the student complex and I had finally let my hair down a little and was getting into the party. About an hour later I realised I had put my bag down somewhere as we were all stood in the kitchen etcetra. Well, I searched high and low and asked more or less everyone if they had seen my Jimmy Choo clutch and everybody just said no. It contained a few makeup items, about two hundred pounds, my blackberry, my dita sunglasses, I wasn't all too bothered about the contents though... The bag cost me six hundred pounds for crying out loud!" I asked "Why didn't you have your card with you?" She replied "Kyle... I was in students accomodation, a black american express was hardly necessary. Any way, I turned off the music and stood on the coffee table and shouted to everyone, asking if they had seen it. The majority of people ignored me and resumed their conversations so I got frustrated and asked again when this pompus imbecile shouted 'why are you bothered, you're spoilt' I glared at him and said 'what?!' and he shouted 'Gabrielle, you have a Ferrari and a Mercedes you don't even drive... Why don't you just charge another bag to daddy's credit card and let us get on with this party' well I got so angry by that little comment so I stormed over, removed the Laboutin from my foot and hit him accross the head with it, I then said 'I shall be charging another to my father's credit card, however that is not the point!' Everybody was gobsmacked by what I had just done and my night was ruined so I asked to borrow my friend's phone, everybody was still silent and listened to me ring for a car to come and collect me and take me to your house and then as I was leaving that boy said 'see, you've just ordered for a car to come and pick you up, why don't you get the tube or a taxi like the rest of us... because you're spoilt perhaps?' Kyle, you would be proud, I turned around and punched him and then said 'becuase I have the choice to take cars as opposed to public transport, who wouldn't given the option?!' well I left and had an early night. I never did find out where my bag was however I did recieve messages once I got a new blackberry of numbers not even in my address book saying excellent punch etc. haha." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After that lengthy conversation I went to bed. It took me an awful long time to get to sleep as I was still on America time but I managed. On Friday (19th) morning I didn't feel well and so stayed in bed more or less all day and Saturday also. I felt fine by Monday and my mother managed to get tickets to the D&G show so we went there. I put on a suit from Saville row and met my mum in the hotel foyer. She had been out all morning getting her hair done and was dressed in a zac posen ensemble with a pair of Laboutin shoes and her Hermes bag. We enjoyed the show and as all the clothes were women's I scouted the room for men. My mother was complaining at me for fidgeting but I hadn't had sex for what felt like a week. Towards the end of the show I glanced over my shoulder and there was a man smiling at me, I ignored him and carried on watching. Whilst I sent a message to Kelly and waited for a car to come a man tapped me on the shoulder and began speaking in Italian, I smiled and said "I'm sorry, I'm English." He replied in English saying "Apologies, did you enjoy the show?" I told him I did and we chatted for a while. He was called Bradley and worked for Harpers Bazaar and was following the fashion weeks around. He too had been at the Calvin Klein party in New York. Before getting called away he said "I'd love to continue this conversation sometime Kyle, perhaps over dinner.." I told him that would be nice and he gave me his number - I didn't give him mine. Once he'd walked away, more or less straight after, another man came and stood beside me, the one who was staring at me during the show. He said "Good afternoon" and I said the same back, then he said "I have just been speaking to your mother inside, she's a lovely lady, she tells me you've just come from New York fashion week. It seems you're quite the fashionista." I laughed and said "I'm not here to see the clothes, I'm here to see the models.." He laughed and said "Quite the player then... Is it the male or female ones who take your fancy?" Not subtle at all, he was attractive though and I hadn't had sex in a while so I went along with it "The males prefrebly, however one hasn't had intercourse in a number of days so anybody who could be defined as attractive." I gritted my teeth and awaited the hideous line which was coming and, it was just as bad as I had expected... "Well maybe I could help you with that" I cringed and said "Marvelous, let me get a car for my mother and I shall meet you here in a few moments." I got a car and then walked back inside in search of my mother, I eventually found her deep in conversation with a lady who's face didn't move due to being filled with fillers and botox, my mother said "This is my son Kyle, Kyle this is Amelia." I faked a smile and wacthed her motionless face whilst she did the same. I told my mother that her car was here and we said goodbye to the lady. As we walked away I said "Who was she?" she said "A lady whom your father and I worked with... Her husband owns an awful lot of land here in Italy, the money he generates is immediately injected into her face, she looks atrocious doesn't she?" </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After telling my mother I was going to meet some friends and saying goodbye, the man whom I was talking to earlier approached me again. Like an idiot he said "So, would you like to go to dinner then?" I just stared at him as though he was rediculously stupid, in a sense he was although he knew no better, after realising I wasn't too fond of that suggestion he said "..err, just straight to my hotel then?" my expression changed to a smile and we went. After my rather pleasant afternoon I left Jack/James/Jake/John (one of those) and went back to the hotel. I went straight up to my mother's room and she answered the door looking somewhat refreshed, she claimed it was down to a new handbag and a facial. We went out to dinner that evening and then had an early night. I didn't do much over the weekend, apart from sleep with that man who's number I got - he wasn't anything special. On Monday I went to the Burberry show and then went to a party with one of my friends who modeled in the show. On Tuesday I went to Bottega Vanetta with my mother and slept with someone who Elliot had slept with before - I didn't remember that, he did. On Wednesday my mother used her contacts to get us into the Gucci show which was amazing - I slept with 2 people that evening plus attended a party. On Thursday I decided I was getting a bit bored. After a morning of sex with one of the people I'd met whilst here and once my mother returned from the Pucci show I asked her if we could leave. She said "Of course darling, whenever you wish. When would you like to depart?" I told her soon and she said "Well go and get your stuff together whilst I telephone Jackie to arrange a jet." I hate jet's! You can feel the turbulance and awful lot more than on a normal sized plane, however, due to the late decision we wouldn't get a flight, plus I wanted to be leaving within the next few hours. It took me an hour to pack up my luggage and then I went to my mum's room. When she opened the door she motioned for me to go through to the sitting room. When I got in there her luggage was everywhere. There was a pile of 4 or 5 holdalls, 3 enourmous trunks and about 4 suitcases. I looked at her and said "Oh my word mother... How much luggage?" she just looked back at me and said "Well Kyle, you change your mind from one moment to the next so I had to bring enough clothes to last me... Plus 30 pairs of shoes and 27 bags." She then walked into her wardrobe out of sight and then another Louis Vuitton holdall came flying out and landed on the pile followed by another Gucci one... Her time in the gym certainly pays off. I asked what time we were leaving and she said "Oh sorry darling, I have called for the bell boys to come and collect our luggage, we shall be leaving soon. Although, I think I ought to ring and tell them we may need more than one car, or more than two perhaps." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">My mother looked nice wearing a matching Couture Couture pencil skirt and jacket with a Chloe blouse, opaque tights, Laboutin shoes and a Donna Karen tote whereas I was wearing my black and gold Dolce & Gabbana tracksuit bottoms with Gucci trainers, a plain black tshirt and Tom Ford sunglasses. The flight home was just as bad as I expected. It seemed as though my mother was intentionally keeping me awake. It sounded like she was attempting to break her laptop juding by the noise she was making whilst typing. After watching a little bit of American Pie on the television I went and lay down on the couch to go to sleep. I was woken by my mother approximately 1 hour later. She shook me and said "Kyle dear, we're coming in to land now, it's probably best you sit up and tie your seatbelt tight, I doubt it's the best idea to be lying down incase of a crash" I bolted upright, tightened my seatbelt and clutched the armrest. My mother realised what she had done and whilst I had a miniature panic attack said "Oh Gordon Bennett dear I do apologise.." She sat down and held my hand and after a second of me squeezing it said "Ok dear I suggest you hold the armrest.." I was taking deep breaths for the remaining 5 minutes of the flight whilst my mother continued with her work, giving me the occasional glance ensuring I hadn't passed out or something... I breathed a sigh of relief once we'd landed and while we went down the steps my mother said "I am sorry darling." I snapped at her a little bit and said "I can certainly see where Gabrielle gets her complete and utter lack of common sense from. I suggest you think in order to prevent such fatuous mistakes in the future." She didn't say anything; she deserved it... Imbecile. Haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we got outside Gabrielle was sat outside (in my Audi - she had not asked permission, yet again) as was Jackie in the Audi 4x4. I put the cases into the car... They were literally piled into the 4x4, only managing to fit my mother's holdalls into my car. Once they were all in I instructed Gabrielle to get out of the passenger seat, she looked at me as though I was holding a gun to her head and said "Can I not just drive, please Kyle... I have literally just returned from lunch with Dad." I opened the door and said "You make me sound like some sort of maniac Gabrielle" she groaned and walked around the car. I was behind my mother for the majority of the journey, however, when we were on the M4 making our way back to my parents house a song came on on the radio... I turned the volume right up, moved into the right hand lane and accelerated; I think I may have got up to 110, I'm not sure haha. As Gabrielle watched the speedometer she recieved a message from my mother saying <i>You have just zoomed out of sight in a matter of seconds... Tell him to slow down immediately! </i>haha. It was another minute or so until I did slow down when the car began beeping informing me of a speedcamera approaching. I spent the rest of the day sorting out my clothes, taking the dog running and going to the gym. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On Friday (26th) Kelly came round to my house for the day and we just ordered room service and caught up. On Saturday, as nobody was in London we were bored and we thought about what we could do. As we lay in bed considering the possibilities she said "What houses do you have nearby?" I thought for a moment and said "Ermm that castle in Ireland but it's horrible, Abersoch, Sandbanks, I think we might have a castle or stately home thing in Scotland too.. I don't know what else" it was quiet for a moment and she said "Do you want to go to Sandbanks?" I decided it was something to do and said "We may as well." We both got up and her mother came and collected her whilst I had a shower and packed a couple a suitcase and sussed a little plan. I got into my Audi R8 (my father's favourite of my cars) and drove round to my parents house to ask for the keys to the Sandbanks house. When I got there I told my father I was going and then said "Erm, Dad..." he looked at me with an expressionless face and said "What do you want now?" Then I asked "Would you like to swap cars with me whilst I'm away?" he said "Which one?" I told him it was my Audi and he said "Jesus Christ, you're just like you're mother and sister... Which one do you want to borrow?" That was rather offensive but I wanted his car so I ignored it and said "The Rolls Royce..." Immediately after I'd said it he shot back with "No" I moaned and asked why, he said "Kyle, I don't know if you recall however, last time you used it you got wedged into a parking space and crashed both the front and back in an attempt to get out. The answer is no and that is final. You can borrow the Bentley or the Bugatti if you wish." I settled for the Bentley in the end, I don't like the Bugatti, it looks like something Batman would drive. I left my Audi at my parents house, put my luggage and the dog into the car and drove round to Kelly's house. She came out with 2 suitcases and walked up to the car... She looked from me to the dog sat on the drivers seat and said "Are you actually joking Kyle... I am not sharing a seat with Maddox all the way." I told her to stop complaining and to sit in the back then. She moaned and said "Put my bags in your car, I'll drive too, it may be useful having two cars." She dropped her luggage and went back inside the house. I got out of the car and put her bags in the boot and then attempted to put the roof down... It took me three tries however I did it in the end. Once I had sucessfully done that Kelly came speeding around the corner in her Mercedes SLR, parked behind me and bellowed "What is the postcode Kyle?" I told her and then she over took me, winking and blowing a kiss as she did so. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I was behind her the majoriy of the way out of London and then over took her when we got onto the M4. I couldn't see her for the next 17 miles or so, however when I was on the M3 she came I saw her approaching in the lane beside me (speeding) and then drove at a steady speed once along side gave waved and then once again went speeding off. I didn't see her for the rest of the journey and then when I was on the M27 I recieved a phone call from her. I placed it on loud speaker and said "Hello." It was noisy and she said, slowly as though I was retarded "Kyle, I have a flat tyre!" I laughed at first and then she started screaming so I stopped. I asked where she was and she got back in the car and looked at the map on the navigation. She was only 5 minutes ahead of me so I said I'd see her in a moment. When I approached I saw her car door open from quite a way back (they open upwards) and wondered why she had left the car. Then as I got closer I saw a white transit van parked infront of her. I pulled onto the hardshoulder and parked my car behind hers. When I got out of the car she was talking to 2 men saying "Are you even a mechanic or just talking to me with an alterior motive because if you think this is going to get you anywhere then dream on." The men didn't look too nice, they were the typical white van man, the kind who stare a pretty girls out of their windows. I got out of my car and walked towards Kelly just as the man was saying "Fucking snooty bitch, what makes you think you're so good?!" I laughed and said "I hate to point out the obvious but this girl is stunning, driving a car which probably cost more than all your assets put together and her handbag alone cost more than your ghastly white van. What's more, you my friend have stopped on a hard shoulder to talk to a girl who is so clearly out of your league, which indicates a sheer lack of class and if it weren't for your discoloured, oversized vest and unintentionally ripped jeans, would eradicate any slight chance you had with her anyway." One of the men (not the one I was talking to) went and got back into the van, the other one didn't, instead he said "Oh fuck off!" I laughed and said "Intelligent response, well done!" I then turned to speak to Kelly and he said "Do you want to fucking fight about this?!" I sighed and said "What, so because you can't think of a complex answer you resort to violence in order to win your side of the argument... Mature and sophisticated, my my aren't you someone to aspire to. If you wish to have a fight I am more than happy to oblige, however I assure you that will not get you anywhere" I took off my jacket (to show off my muscles) and Kelly had let Maddox out of the car and he sat next to me bearing his teeth and growling. It was silent for a moment and Kelly said "Well what's it going to be?" he stuttered and said "Oh fuck off, I don't have time for this!" she replied "Oh yes of course, your busy schedule was portrayed so well by you going out of your way to stop and talk to me then proposing a fight with my friend here." He slammed his door and drove off. I put my jacket back on because I was freezing and then went and put the roof down on the car as it had gone grey. Kelly asked "Kyle what shall I do?" Her tyre was infact flat, I said "As if I know, I think you ring someone and they come and fix it. Ring your Dad." Just as I said that he phoned her back. Whilst she complained to him down the phone I took maddox to use the toilet in a nearby field. When I returned she told me that her Dad was sorting it out for her and he was going to have somone here soon. Meanwhile, Maddox, Kelly and I sat in the Bentley and waited. 15 minutes later a recovery van pulled up. Kelly and I got out of the car and went and spoke to the man, the first thing he said was "Nice set of cars you have here" and then after examining the vehicles and whispering "what a beauty" to himself he got on with changing the tyre. Whilst he was doing it Kelly and I stood and talked to him, countless people were driving past and staring at us and the cars and the occasional ones would beep their horns. Once he'd changed the tyre Kelly insisted he took a £50 tip for his punctual arrival and good work then, because she couldn't cope with anymore trouble, I took her car and she took mine, with the dog. I enjoyed the remaining hour of the journey in Kelly's car, it was so fast and everybody stared at me when I was in it because it was a rare vehicle. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I arrived at the house Kelly was pressing the numbers on the keypad with a tube of lipgloss out of the window and then we both drove in and parked on the driveway. When I asked what she was doing at the gate she told me she couldn't reach - explaining the use of lip gloss. I hadn't been to the sandbanks home since summer of last year. It was a gorgeous property, the whole back of the house was made from glass and looked out onto the garden and the sea. The glass did however frost if privacy was wanted. The housekeeper came and greeted me upon my arrival and asked if we'd like lunch. We said we'd go out for it and left our luggage with him. While we were out for dinner we spotted a few clubs and decided we'd go out this evening. There weren't many designer shops in Bournemouth so we just had to wear what we had brought with us. I put on a pair of dior jeans with some Gucci lacups, a Prada shirt and my rolex and Kelly wore a modified grey Oscar de la renta skirt with a belt and a bright pink lela rose blouse, Pink laboutin shoes and a Jimmy Choo clutch. We went to a club which, at first seemed hideous due to all the students, however once we'd had a few glasses of wine was fine. I had girls staring at me all night and the boys were swarming around Kelly... I saw no gay men though. At one point a girl came up to Kelly and said "I adore your outfit, is that skirt from River Island?" Kelly almost choked on her drink and said "Oh my god, does my outfit look cheap?" she sounded like she was going to cry and the girl said "no it looks really nice and expensive... Where's it all from?" upon hearing this Kelly's tone completely changed and she said "Well the skirt is from Oscar de la renta in Manhattan, the top is from Harrods, the shoes are from Christian Laboutin in London and the bag is from Harrods also I think." The girl's jaw was hanging open and she looked Kelly up and down, she clearly felt like an idiot after suggesting Kelly's £1000+ outfit was high street. The night was a complete failure in the end. Kelly didn't go home with anyone despite the numerous oppourtunities as nobody was "enough of a bad boy" or "they were too skinny and surfer style.." As we left the club we asked the doorman if they had a chauffeur service and he laughed at us, me and Kelly had no idea why and so looked at one another and back at him and I asked "Is something amusing?" he stopped laughing, looked at us and said "Who do you think you are, royalty?" Kelly looked horrified and said "No actually, I believe we are V.I.P's at this club and my father owns some of the best clubs in London plus others nationally. Now, seeing as we both bear these" she thrust her black american express into his hands "I would think our kind of clientel is what you would desire in your club, so I suggest you get me a car.... Immediately!" he looked at the car and said "Yes, er right away miss.." I love that card. It has so many more uses than just paying for things. 5 minutes later a car arrived and we took it back to Sandbanks. Whilst in the car Kelly said "Well this evening has been quite a failure. I think Sandbanks may be like The Hamptons - it's only enjoyable when with a rather large group of friends whom you can have house parties ectcetra with. This is actually worse than The Hamptons, at least there is shops there. May we go home tomorrow?" I agreed with her and told her we could go home if we wished so. When we arrived back at the house Kelly and I had sex and then went to sleep. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I woke up on Sunday morning I went for a run with Maddox along the beach and whilst out recieved a message from Camilla. She said "I hear you're back in London... I am leaving for Paris today, would you like to accompany me?" I text her back immediately saying yes and then began the run home. Once back at home I phoned Camilla to discuss the arrangements. She was flying out of London via jet that afternoon and would be staying at The Ritz. I told her I too would leave today and that I would see her later on today. I went upstairs and woke up Kelly to tell her I was leaving soon. It was already 11 o'clock and Camilla was flying at 1. I decided I would drive to Paris seeing as it was only a short distance and I could avoid the flight. I told Kelly she would have to drive home with Maddox. She moaned and then said "Well can we swap cars because then he can sit on the back seat and then I'll use your Audi when I get back to London." I agreed and went and got ready. I sorted out my suitcase putting most of my clothes into the boot of the Bentley, just leaving toiletries, shoes and some jeans and tops in the case. I wore a navy blue top with Dior jeans and a red and navy Alexander McQueen skull scarf with my Valentino sunglasses. I put the bag into the Mercedes and typed Paris into the navigation system. I could have got a ferry from Portsmouth however after phoning Jackie and asking which would be quickest, she had found out that the ferry would take 5 and a half hours whereas the train from dover takes less than an hour, plus ferries are always disgusting and dirty. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Whilst driving the 3 hour journey to Dover I was on the phone to Jackie sorting out clothing. I had her drive round to my house where I instructed her as to what clothes to put into a trunk. All the clothes which had been purchased and not worn yet from Milan and New York were packed as were some shoes, watches, scarves etc. She then took it straight to the posting place so it could be sent via express delivery to The Ritz. The journey to Paris was lengthy yet fine. The time expected was significantly reduced due to being in Kelly's car which was pleasing. It was 3 o'clock (Paris time) when I finally pulled up outside The Ritz. I wasn't yet used to the car doors and almost fell out of the car when handing it over to the Valet. I gave my case to the bellboy and walked into reception. I had switched into french mode already and checked in saying "Good day, I believe Camilla has made a reservation for me, Kyle McQuillan." The receptionist said "Ahh, good afternoon Mr. McQuillan, your suite is available now and Miss Alfayed has asked that you ring her suite upon arrival."</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once in my suite I phoned Camilla to tell her I was here. She told me to go to her room immediately as she had some news on fashion week. When I got there she opened the door looking glamourous as ever and ushered me inside. She said "My father was speaking to Anna Wintour this morning, as she stays here every year and they're in contact over other things often anyway and she said that she would have her assistant put our names on the list for the shows!" This was rather exciting, Paris fashion week is the best, and the hardest to get into. Not only were we in but Anna Wintour had permitted it. That said, she wouldn't know us if we went and shook her hand. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We ate in the hotel that evening and then went for a night out in Le Cab. Despite the club being rather exclusive and hard to gain access to we walked straight in due to the Concierge doing all he could for Camilla. Inside the club was filled with models and other equally gorgeous people dancing to the music being played. Whilst Camilla went and spoke to some of her friends I waited at the bar. Whilst stood there I heard someone speak to the barman next to me, the voice sounded familiar and I turned to see who it was, I didn't recognise the person and turned away again. Then I realised. It was my friend from school, I looked at her and said (in french of course) "Katriane is that you?" She looked at me and said "Yes.. Have we met?" A huge smile spread across my face and I became giddy. I said "It's Kyle, from School!" She screamed and said "Oh mon Dieu Kyle!" Katriane and I were parteners in crime at school. It was us who discovered how to disable to smoke alarms so I our room mates could smoke, us who would take our "bottles of water" into the woods on our way to church and drink the vodka to help pass the time. We'd then influence everyone else and have a party at night. Katriane and I also used to throw crisps into the corridoor so we could hear the maitrons coming and upon getting caught would say that the bag exploded. I hadn't seen her for almost 3 years so you can imagine how ecstatic I was! I spent more or less the rest of the night with Katriane catching up and reminiscing. She now worked for LVMH and followed fashion weeks in search of talents to be signed. She looked gorgeous in a Marchesa dress and Laboutin shoes. I didn't see Camilla for the majority of the night as she was with her friends and I was with Katriane... We danced and had a few drinks and she introduced me to a couple of her friends, some of whom were models, others colleagues and some were exceptionally good looking. Juding by the way they were acting with one another I could tell they were gay. There was Jeremy, a colleague of Katirane's who had a somwhat 'rough' look about him with a good physique, Jacques, a typical model and Louis, another model yet with large muscles and tanned skin. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The rest of the night is a bit of a blur which is rather dissappointing; I did however leave with Jeremy, and, from what I remember, it was a rather good evening. Camilla telephoned at half past nine on Monday morning telling me we were going to the Dior show at two and she would be going to the hairdressers soon. I told her I would go with her as I had not had my hair done since New York and I couldn't possibly not look my best at Paris fashion week. Once I had returned from the hairdressers I began searching through my posted luggage for an outfit. Luckily I had purchased a few Dior items in New York and my mother had had them tailored for me in London. I put on my black suit with black boots, a grey cashmere turtle neck and some sunglasses all by Dior. When I was ready I went up to Camilla's room. She answered the door wearing a straight grey dress which had button detail with a skinny waist belt, a crocodile skin bag, knee high boots and gloves, all by Dior.... She had had her outfit sent to her by the stylist at Harrods, some of her attire wasn't even in the shop yet. We took a car to the Tuileries gardens where the show was being held... It was absolutely magnificant! The atmosphere was so much better here in comparison to the other places where I had watched shows. After the show Camilla and I went for some lunch before going back to the hotel to change our clothes for the Demarchelier party. I wore an all black Balenciaga suit with a pair of Gucci shoes and my Dior watch. Camilla wore a black Roland Mouret dress with some heels and a clutch by Laboutin. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We had a good time at the party however we left early due to us attending Balenciaga at nine on Tuesday morning. Post runway we went for lunch followed by shopping as I was running out of clothes. Many thousands of euros later, Camilla and I attended the new Bulgari shop opening, it turned out to be quite dull and so we left rather early to go to a club. I do not recall the name of the club however it was a rather good night. Katriane was in there with her group of friends and I left with Louis that evening. On Wednesday from the dined across the room from Karl Largerfeld and Anna Wintour in The Ritz's restaurant: l'Espadon after having spent the afternoon preparing and watching the Christian Lacroix show. On Thursday Camilla went to watch the Giambattista Valli show whilst I went out for lunch with Katriane... She had sent someone in her place to work so that she could dine with me. Now in a more composed state than previous conversations, we caught up and talked about school over dinner at Michel Rostang. We talked about such times as when we snook out of our dormatories to go to a lounge in Paris. I phoned The Crillon (a hotel in Paris) and asked them to send 2 cars to near the school, I said "Good evening, my name is Kyle McQuillan, I stay at your hotel rather frequently and my parents Harold and Camilla stay there several times a month." Just like I had hoped they typed my surname into the computer and got a list of past expenses etc. they said "Ahh yes, good evening sir, how may we help you?" I told them how and they were more than happy to help. I told them to charge it to my parents card, they never found out. It was this particular night when we found out the benefits of Black American Express cards. The majority had them 'for emergencies only' - that rule was abused as we used them on every trip into the capital, however, upon getting rejected at the door Katriane said "Oh please, I'll pay you" and handed over her card. This wasn't a particulary high class establishment and so they told us we could go straight in. At about 2 a.m when we finally arrived back at school, we were somewhat drunk and realised getting back through our dormatory windows wasn't going to be so easy... One of our friends, Charleen, got stuck in a bramble bush and started screaming and the maitrons heard so we all got caught. We all got lined up and me, being the confident one, got volunteered to lie about where we were... I told them that we went for a little gathering with our other friends from Paris in a woodland area just outside the school grounds. The school phoned all of our parents and we all recieved lectures about the dangers of getting mugged or raped in the woods... If only they knew. I had an early that night due to the busy day which followed. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">At 6 am I recieved a phone call from reception informing me of a delivery. I was a little infuriated about being awoken at this time and said something along the lines of "Is it often that you wake your guests at such ridiculous hours to inform them of such things which can wait? If so then I suggest you thouroughly revise your methods as they are severly lacking in common decency!" to the receptionist. I got out of bed, put on a white v-neck, white YSL sunglasses and my white Dolce & Gabbana tracksuit bottoms and went down to reception. I stood and asked the receptionist what could possibly be so important and behind me I heard "Me!" I turned to see Gabrielle who was doing a little squiel thing and came running towards me to kiss me on the cheek. When I didn't move to kiss her or respond to her excitement she said "Ugh, rejection. You could at least pretend to be happy to see me Kyle!" I said "Gabrielle, I am happy to see you however I simply must ask... Why on earth did you have to wake me up? Could you not have waited until a more resonable hour and then suprised me with your arrival? What are you doing here anyway?" She said "No Kyle, my room isn't ready yet" she looked at the receptionist and said "despite the fact I am a V.I.P, so I need to come and start getting ready in your room." Marvelous, I had no chance of getting back to sleep. I would be listening to her sing in the shower and she would be dancing around the bedroom or living room whilst in her bath robe, she continued "and the answer to your latter question: as if you are attending a Chanel show with out me dear... Do be serious. I will have those fellow students of mine green with envy. Now come along, the show is at 10 so I only have 4 hours, I am in a bit of a rush." I got straight back into bed when we got into my room and Gabrielle got into the shower. Just as I had expected, she lunged around the lounge singing swan lake waiting to dry. Whilst she did so I attempted to block her out and sleep, when my mother called, due to my early awakening politeness was non existant I said "Yes mother" when I answered the phone and she continues as though I had said nothing out of the ordinary "Hello dear, how are you this morning?" I sat up in bed with a huff and said "Completely fine mother, what is it that you are ringing me for?" She said "Oh I was just ringing to see that your sister's jet got in ok." She reawoke me for that? I said "Why did you not ring Gabrielle to ask her that?" her excuse was "her phone may have been off so I just phoned you instead darling" "Did you try?" I asked, to which I got the reply "No I didn't... Is she there?" I got up and took the phone to Gabrielle and then ordered some breakfast. Whilst I ate my croissants and fruit salad Gabrielle went into my room, put on my Dolce & Gabbana tracksuit bottoms and left on her plain white top and said "I shall see you in a little while, I am going to Camilla's room now for my hair and makeup done. I expect you to be ready upon my return" and left. I wore a Chanel suit from the Fall collection. I copied exactly what was shown on the runway which consisted of a cashmere tweed blazer, to be worn with nothing underneith, black velvet lambskin pants and black calfskin boots. Gabrielle returned looking immaculate... if you didn't look at her outfit. She had her hair put up with perfect makeup and she was wearing my tracksuit bottoms and a tshirt. She came rushing in and opened all of her Louis Vuitton suitcases on the floor. She pulled out 3 dresses and 2 skirts with tops. She asked which one and we both agreed on the same grey satin bustier dress. She stood up and began to take her top off and then said "Oh no!" I asked what and she said "Kyle you are going to have to cut me out of this t-shirt" I was puzzled and asked why and she said "If I pull this over my head I will look like I have been dragged accross the floor by my foot and I highly doubt that image is accepted at Chanel shows. Now get the scissors." She was beginning to sound hysterical and I have no idea why she presumed I had scissors. I don't own scissors. I said "Oh yes one moment, let me go and get them out of my suitcase" she failed to recognise my sarcastic tone and stood and waited before saying "Hurry up then!" When I told her I was joking she began running around the room screaming and went to the phone and dialed reception, she picked up the phone and said "Help! I'm having an emergency... No I do not need an ambulance. I need scissors!" She was practically screaming at the person. I walked over and felt the thickness of the top and seeing as it was a Vneck I figured I could rip it off. I turned my head away as I had no longing to see my sister's breasts bulging out of her bra and ripped the t-shirt. Her tone completely changed on the phone and she said "Oh, promblem solved. Good day." I left the room whilst she changed and returned moments later to zip her in. She had also put tights on with the dress and had chosen a pair of ankle strap boots. I could tell by the way the dress fit her perfectly that it had been a little modified, I wouldn't be surprised if there was an inch missing from the bottom of it. Finally, we were ready. We went downstairs and found Camilla just entering the lobby, she too was flustered and said "Christ, I had nobody to zip me in! I had to ask the maid!" She was wearing a midnight blue lace ruffle dress with black lace tights and shoes similar to Gabrielle's. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We took cars to the show and went inside to take our seats. We were greeted by a body guard who Camilla's father had sent for her. I have no idea why, however it seemed more or less everyone here had someone trailing behind them. Camilla went straight over to a lady called Marigay McKee, she is the fashion and beauty director in Harrods and the lady who sends Camilla the majority of her clothing... She doesn't even have to ask anymore, Marigay knows what suits Camilla and what she would desire in her wardrobe and it is simply posted to her Surrey mansion. The place was abundant with fashionistas waiting to see the show. The sat was an exact replica of the Chanel store here in Paris and once the show commenced, the models walked out of the door of the shop, some holding leather carrier bags. We all sat, just like everyone else, looking the models up and down admiring the clothing. Gabrielle, I could tell, was taking mental note of what she would be purchasing and when she noticed a pair of shoes, leant over to Camilla and said "I simply must have those shoes Camilla..." Camilla winked and said "Darling, I shall get them for you." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After the show we stayed and mingled for a while, a man approached me and said (in french) "You wear that ensemble well. That's exactly how it appeared on the runway is it not?" I told him he was correct and due to his good looks, introduced myself. We talked for a little while and he asked if I'd like to go out sometime, I said yes and asked what he was doing this afternoon. He told me he was free and said "I am also, would you like to something this afternoon as I am going to Alexander McQueen tonight and I don't know when I shall be heading back to England." Whilst in the car which the hotel had sent I recieved a mesage from Gabrielle asking where I was.. I messaged back saying <i>I am just on my way back to the hotel. I am with someone so do not enter the suite x </i>she messaged straight back saying <i>That didn't take you long... I'm getting those shoes as soon as Marigay orders them! </i>I replied saying <i>Marvelous, </i>I didn't really care. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Me and that male had a spectular afternoon and he left at about 2. Once he'd gone I changed into a pair of Karl Largerfeld jeans, Dior boots, a grey/black cable knit jumper with miliary style buttons down the front, a Bottega Veneta miliary style hat and black prada gloves. I felt like driving so I decilined the car which was offered to me free of charge and opted for Kelly's Mercedes. I had the valet go and collect it from the car park and headed first to Avenue George V. I got a plaid scarf and a suit in Givenchy, as well as a blouse and pea coat for my mother; some boots, a shirt, some metallic pants, a pair of pants with corset detail down the front (they will do for riding the horse if I don't wear them) a goldy/brown shirt to be worn with matching brown pants and waistcoat, a polar neck and 2 pairs of gloves from Jean Paul Gaultier, a leather bracelet for myself and matching silver ones for my parents from Hermes. All in all, a rather productive day. I got back to the hotel and began to change for the Alexander McQueen show. I had dropped a small fortune in the New York store whilst I was there so I had suitable attire already. I wore a pair of blue pants, brown shoes, a bomber jacket and a blue and red skull scarf (all by McQueen) and waited in the foyer for Gabrielle and Camilla. They both came downstairs at the same time Gabrielle was wearing some calf length leather biker pants with a black vest top, a huge black and red taperstry style coat with black fur trim, this was unbuttoned with a belt around, some black heels and a black bag. She had sunglasses on, of couse. Camilla was wearing a black jumpsuit with a necklace, shoes and bag all by McQueen. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The show was excellent and afterwards I went to see my friend Abby who was in it. It turned out that as soon as the left the catwalk she collapsed, her agent was blaming the corset she was wearing which he claimed was too tight, however, I personally believe it may be down to late nights, early mornings, lack of food and being under the hot lights. She claimed she was fine and it didn't stop her from continuing with fashion week. Whilst in the car on the way back to the hotel, Gabrielle told Camilla and I of her departure this evening. I was slightly shocked by this, she had only arrived this morning, however she had a party to attend the following day, plus university. When we arrived back we all went to Gabrielle's suite whilst she packed. I offered to take her to the airport and she said that would be fine, as long as I drove at a reasonable speed haha. Camiila said her goodbyes as she was meeting a friend and I waited whilst Gabrielle to pack her belongings. Seeing as she had only been here for a day she had brought a considerable amount of luggage. With her she had a Louis Vuitton holdall (filled with costmetics - this <i>is</i> her toiletry case!) a Louis Vuitton jewellery case, a wheely Louis Vuitton Damier case and a monogram case... For the day. We called the bell boy to come and collect the luggage and send it in a car to the airport; the miniscule boot in Kelly's car would not hold a fraction of this. Wearing a rick owens cape like cardigan with a belt (so it looked like a dress) with a pair of Brian Atwood over the knee boots and a crocodile Bamford bag (which is worth more than eight thousand) her belongings were worth a fortune. I did drive at reasonable speed to the airport, or so I thought and compensated for that prolonged journey on the way back to the hotel. For the next couple of days we went shopping, followed by either a meal out or clubbing in the evening. I slept with 2 people, one an american and the other italian... Both rather pleasing. On Monday I slept someone from my black book in the morning and then Camilla and I attended the Louis Vuitton show. It was marvelous. We saw some of the pieces which Marc Jacobs had designed which I am certain will be dangling from my mother's arm within the next few weeks. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On Tuesday morning Camilla packed her countless pieces of luggage and went and boarded her Harrods private jet with her bodyguard. I on the other hand have stayed here in Paris. Since Camilla has been gone I have remained in The Ritz and have been phoning friends I have here in the city and meeting up with them. I have also been shopping, of course, and am hoping that Ellie or Kelly will join me some time this weekend. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I feel congratulations are in order for those of you who managed to read all of that, I somewhat excelled myself this time. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Much love,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Kyle.</p>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-13499685553016891842008-09-16T10:08:00.000-07:002008-10-30T04:21:21.419-07:00An amazing week... 16th September<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Hello,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I am absolutely loving New York! I'm sure that my liver begs to differ but that is besides the point. The shows on Sunday (last week) were excellent. We all attended DKNY where they celebrated 20 years of the brand, followed by Diane Von Fursenberg in the afternoon, Gabrielle didn't come here with us she and her friend went to see the Herve Leger show. In the evening Elliot and myself went to watch the y-3 show and then went straight back to our hotel/apartment to get ready for going out. One of my friends, Abbey Lee-Kershaw, turned heads at the Fursenberg show and, being a model, was going for a night of much alcohol consumption in the city's nightlife scene. I was wearing a white and grey low V neck t-shirt from D&G, a black unbuttoned John Varvatos cardigan, a pair of Bottega Veneta jeans, calf length Alexander McQueen boots, my black Chanel J12 with white diamonds and the matching ring. Elliot was wearing a white and cream long sleeved Burberry Prorsum v neck t with an oragnge(ish) Alexander McQueen paisley print scarf, a pair of slim black Prada pants, Bottega Veneta shoes and an 18ct gold Daytona, he'd also swapped his blackberry for his Gold Vertu phone. Gabrielle was wearing an Oscar de la renta dress with a Chloe clutch. Kayleigh was wearing a pink Lela Rose blouse with a Miumiu skirt, opaque tights and Robeto Cavalli lace up booties. Louise (Gabrielle's friend) was wearing a little ensemble which she had personalised herself however it did look rather nice (with Gabrielle's shoes.) Kelly was wearing a Satin Roberto Cavalli dress which her boobs bulged out of with a Jimmy Choo clutch, an enourmous Chanel ring and some Laboutins which had metallic heels. We met up with Abbey and a few of her friends, who included Sarah Stephens, Catherine McNeil and Stan Jouk, at Bungalow 8 on 27th for drinks (we looked obese next to these girls)... Everyone except for Lee that is. Lee was going to meet a couple of girls at The Soho Grand bar and said he'd meet up with us later on. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We sat in the lounge for a few hours and drank champagne cocktails whilst we found out some of the gossip within the modeling world. We were told about one female model whom missed a show due to her being handcuffed to a bed in a hotel suite and being unable to reach a phone haha. At about 11 we had intentions of leaving the lounge and going to a club however the models received word of a party so we said we'd go. I had no idea where it was that we were going neither did the rest of us, I was slightly apprehensive, I had visions of it being a party in a minute condo where lines of cocaine on the worktops was the norm... That however was far from the reality. We pulled up at a traintrack called the Highline and some people came out and granted us access... It was Calvin Klein's party. We got ourselves a table and ordered some drinks. Within the first half hour I had brushed past Anna Wintour and her assistant who was closely trailing. I felt a bit bad not wearing the designer to his own party however it appeared there were plenty of people who weren't, especially the females. The party was held on an elevated train line however had had $6m spent to transform it into the glamours scene which hosted the event. White roses were everywhere which matched the sleek seating and bar. Gabrielle and I went to the bar at one point to get a glass of rose and she managed to display an act of her intelligence in that short space of time... We stood at the bar waiting for some drinks and Gabrielle, already having had a few herself, began talking to a blonde girl whom I, and most other people, knew to be Natasha Beddingfield. They were having a normal conversation and Gabrielle asked if they'd met before, Natasha said she didn't think so and left Gabrielle racking her brains. Once we'd got our drinks Gabrielle asked if she'd like to join us at our table as she was on her own. Natasha said she would for one drink until someone (I wasn't paying attention) arrived. We lead her to our table and Gabrielle said everybody this girl has come to join us; Elliot, Kelly and Kayleigh all said lovely to meet you Natasha and she said the same back. Gabrielle looked awfully confused and said "How on earth did you know her name was Natasha?" at which point I whispered the obvious answer into her ear. The penny dropped. Upon finding out who Natasha really was Gabrielle began asking questions and then she once again showed her intelligent side by asking if she'd seen Rihanna here this evening, Natasha replied saying "I wasn't aware she was here, I've not spotted her" Kelly interrupted and said "She's not darling, it's Halle Berry, Gabrielle here told us all she was going to visit the United States of USA before we came to New York, so don't take it personally if she doesn't know who you are or gets you mixed up with people." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Natasha left within 15 minutes to go and meet someone, I figured it was probably to escape Gabrielle. The majority of the people still there seemed a little less composed since we arrived, as were we, and everybody was stood around mingling. Kayleigh and Kelly were nowhere to be seen, Lee had arrived with a blonde girl who was now with another man and he was with a different woman and Elliot, Gabrielle, Louise and myself were sat at the table. Elliot and I said we'd go to the bar where we could make it clear we were gay. He stood with his hand on my bum and whispered something into my ear whilst I ordered a couple of martinis. It's amazing how many people suddenly become more friendly when you do something like this. Elliot then walked off with his drink to find Lee or someone and I stood at the bar watching people. It seemed, however that people had been watching me. As I watched a woman who was clearly not interested in a man get chatted up, someone approached me. He had a side parting (a contemporary style) with a pair of square frames, bright green eyes and was wearing an open white shirt which showed off his amazing tan and a hint of some rather appealing chest muscle. He said "I notice you're not wearing the designer this evening" to which I replied "Well when you have a face like mine.." He laughed and said "Well aren't you quite the character" I gave him the boastful response of "Well it's no good to blend in is it, then I wouldn't get noticed and my incredible good looks would only be wasted." He laughed and asked "How did you manage to get an invite to the party then?" I told him of my connections and he said he was here working. We got talking and he bought me another Martini, I could feel each sip going straight to my head, it could be disastrous. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">As it pushed half past 2 the party didn't appear to be calming down much, the music had been lowered however the crowd was far from wearing thin. Abbey came over, clearly having taken Cocaine, and happened to know Lionel (the man I was talking to.) She then told me that she and her model friends were leaving to go elsewhere, I presumed it was somewhere more cocaine friendly, and she left. Lionel received a phone call and said he'd be back in a minute and I took the opportunity to go and find Gabrielle. She was with someone who had the defining look of a model, evident from his gorgeous bone structure and muscles. I went over and said that she could stay in my apartment as I'd go back to Kelly's hotel (I had just spotted her with a rather affluent looking man whom I figured would have an apartment she could go back to.) I went and got a key from Kelly and she said she'd see me in the morning as she was leaving soon. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Lionel came and found me again and asked if I was ready to leave. I said I was and he got us a car (I have no idea how) to 60 Thompson. He was better than I had expected, a lot better; plus a lot better equipped. I thought I'd dreamt him getting up at 5 however when his phone went at 6 and I woke to see him stood in his clothes, I knew I hadn't. I didn't bother letting him know I was awake - I was exhausted and I would probably end up biting his head off. At about 11 I woke slightly as Kelly came in. She entered the bedroom after clanging her way through the lounge, threw her blackberry on the floor, kicked of her shoes, took off her dress and then climbed into bed with me. I mumbled "I thought you were going to Caroline Herrera this morning" she said "I've not even been to bed yet, Gabrielle's gone" and within seconds, we were asleep. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I woke up at half past 12 and decided it was time I got up. I went and showered and got ready and then went and sat in the living room with some room service and watched The Hills. When I'd finished my fruit salad I phoned reception for a car and then left. As I was heading uptown in the car I phoned Elliot and asked if he wanted to go for a run, he agreed and before he could protest, I told him I'd be there in a few minutes. I knocked on the door for a couple of minutes and Elliot came and answered it, straight from the shower. I walked into the lounge and asked Elliot how his night went last night, however I needn't ask. As I took a seat I caught a glimpse of Elliot's chosen man getting dressed in the bedroom... Impressive. I looked at Elliot and smirked and he said "Do not even think about it Kyle." He was referring to the countless times that we've stayed in hotels together and I have slept with the people he's taken home the morning after... I would have, only I wanted to go for a run, I didn't go to the gym the day before and so I had to make up for it. I sat and looked out over central park whilst I made a few phone calls.. One to my mother. She told me how barbados was lovely etc. I wasn't paying my full attention if I'm honest. Gabrielle sent me a text to say that she was going to a man's apartment after the show who Kayleigh had just introduced her to; just so I knew where she was haha. When Elliot's sexual partner of the evening left the bedroom I thought I'd introduce myself... I said "Hello there, I'm Kyle, Elliot's friend." He said "Hey" I said "It's nice to meet you too... Did you have a good time last night?" he nodded and I said "Has he given you his number?" he replied with what I expected, "No" and I said "Hmmm I thought so much. You don't seem like the type who'd be so lucky, why do you think that is?" He stuttered and said "err, I don't know.. Because I can't afford rooms like this.." I was feeling particularly bored at this moment in time so I thought I'd entertain myself "So do you think Elliot or myself only consider being friendly with people whom have wealth? Do you really think we're that shallow? Hmm, do you?" He looked nervous and said "err, no man, sorry" I couldn't stop "I see that the judging of characters is not something which you posses, along with your self proclaimed lack of wealth seeing as you 'can't afford rooms like this.' That however does not matter, however you're not going to get very far if you believe affluent people only care about money now are you, hmm?" he said "no" and I said "Quite right. You can leave now, and seeing as you didn't get his number I doubt I'll be seeing you again, no great shame. Good day." He darted to the door as though he had just been released from jail after 3 years. Elliot came out and asked where he was and I said "Oh he had to leave" with the most angelic of smiles. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After about 2 hours or so of running Elliot and myself parted ways and went to our individual accommodations. I was exhausted and so sat on in the drawing room with my laptop. After about 15 minutes of watching music channels and being on Dlist, Gabrielle stormed in with a face like thunder. She threw her clutch onto the couch and disappeared into her bedroom behind a slam. A few minutes later she reappeared having swapped her $2800 Carolina Herrera dress for a more comfortable Lamb tracksuit. She reentered the room without saying a word and went and dialed room service, she told them what she wanted with a few unnecessary 'huffs' and then flopped onto the couch and waited for question... "What is the matter Gabrielle." I braced my self for what was coming "Several things. I left the party at gone half past 3 last night and stood on the pavement arguing with Adam or Aaron about getting a taxi. He couldn't understand my objection and I didn't understand why he would want to.. There was a chauffeured mercedes on its way and instead he suggested taking a taxi where the headrests are plagued with hair lice and grease and sit on the very seats where the homeless and sexually active have previously sat... What an absolute imbecile. Anyway, he came back here and we had sex, however the show was at 10 this morning and therefore I had to get up at six! I showered and whilst getting dressed impaled my foot on the heel of a Jimmy Choo and then spent the whole day with excruciating pain in the arch of my foot. I had to throw Adam/Aaron out before I left and got picked up by Kayleigh in a car at 9.30." I said "oh" I didn't think it warranted this mood, and then... "The show was good however I was absolutely exhausted and felt an absolute mess for the whole thing. At the end of the show Kayleigh introduced me to one of her friends and I ended up going back to his apartment. He was nice, friendly and a well respected photographer however was completely incapable during sex. It was the kind of sex when they think they're amazing and you're lay there thinking about what you're going to have for lunch, hence the reason for my straightforward order when I arrived home." I presumed he didn't get the most polite of goodbyes afterwards.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Whilst Gabrielle cured her hangover with various dishes from the room service menu, I went and got her some eyelashes from Bergdorf Goodman; a couple which she'd had extended onto her own whilst in Los Angeles had fallen off and she claimed she looked deformed. I didn't have the energy for one of her tantrums whilst she got ready so I just went. Whilst I was out Abbey phoned and asked if I wanted to go out later on... My initial thoughts were no however she said there was going to be filled with models, a.k.a rigged with gorgeous gays. I got back to the apartment and text everyone asking if they wished to. I was more than willing, but I had no longing to go on my own. Kelly and Lee text back straight away saying yes, as I expected, however Elliot needed a little more persuasion, in the end I got my own way. Gabrielle and Kayleigh decided against it and Louise was with her friends from NYU now. I went to sleep with Gabrielle sprawled all over me on the couch for a couple of hours and was woken by my blackberry buzzing. It was Kelly asking if I'd go to her apartment and get ready, I agreed and so went to get a bag together. I packed my Gucci duffel with my toiletries and a pair of patent leather Prada shoes, wallet, phone, a white Dolce & Gabbana pin stripe shirt with contrast gray collar, a skinny brown patterned tie, also from Dolce & Gabbana and some grey Prada pants. I said goodbye to Gabrielle and told her to stay at Kayleigh's due to the fact that I'd probably be bringing someone back, she said ok and I went downstairs to get myself a car. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I arrived at Kelly's she opened the door in a pair of lace up Dior heels, stockings, suspenders and a matching lace knickers and bra, I said "Kelly what if it wasn't me then.." she said "Well the person who it was would have had a marvelous day, or if it was a female, perhaps rather depressing." She asked me to come over because she wanted to have sex, which we did, and ended getting ready afterwards. She was torn between a Roland Mouret dress and a Fendi one. We decided on the Fendi dress (which look as though it was made from black petals) with a pair of cadburys purple Brian Atwood shoes and a chloe clutch. We took a car to 49 Grove and walked straight in due to being on the list. Elliot and Lee had messaged to say they were already there. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The club was buzzing with excitement when we got in there and was filled with models on a mixture of cocaine and alcohol. I was dancing straight away and soon me and Elliot were hatching our plan of kissing so everyone knew we were gay - but not together. The models whom had invited us had followed the influence of the others in their industry and were dancing around in obvious post cocaine state. Lee was at the bar talking to a girl and ordered shots for all of us and we sat and had 2 rounds, I cannot remember what they were but it tasted like poison. After that I was drinking the club's co-named cocktail and each time I went to the bar I was getting talked to by a different person, whether it be a male or female, they wanted to talk. I wasn't interested in the majority however there was one. He was wearing an open Black shirt with short blonde hair and a gorgeous tan... He was a model. I bought him the same drink as what I was drinking and we had a chat. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Meanwhile, Elliot was stood a little way down the bar and had a few men stood around him. I watched as he checked each one to see if they passed his mental checklist. There were a few which I could tell did and he then sat down with them at a table whilst he filtered them down. I meanwhile was getting rather bored of listening to the man next to me talk about irrelevant topics which I really didn't care about. I told him I'd be back in a minute and left him at the bar. I walked through the club in search of Kelly and found her sat at a table with one man who looked about our age and another older looking man, both of them stared at her cleavage as she leant to pick up her $70 cocktail... From what I could see, she didn't need any more to drink. She saw me in the corner of her eye and beckoned me over. As I approached the table she stood up and put her arm around my waist and said "Kyle this is Jerrod" he corrected her saying "James" which she ignored and introduced the other as "Smith" he looked at me and said "Samual." She didn't get them wrong because she was past tipsy, she got them wrong because she switched off whilst they told her about themselves, I didn't even know the person's name who I was sat with. I returned to the bar and ended up going to the dancefloor with the man where we danced with Lee and his 2 blonde bombshells. The rest of the night is a bit of a blur but I do remember leaving the club at half past 3. As I got outside the club to wait for my car I saw Kelly trip and fall onto the parked car which was picking her up. The two men she was going home with steadied her but she was in hysterics and they put her in the car. Those men probably figured this was too good of an opportunity to miss and so decided upon a threesome. The car arrived in minutes and we took it back to my apartment. When I got out of the car and entered the lobby I felt an awful lot more drunk than I did when in the club. I went over to the lift and had to make 2 attempts at pressing the call button and completely misspelt a message to Elliot. We stayed up for goodness knows how long experiencing a marvelous night. We didn't go to sleep until after six. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">As you can imagine I wasn't feeling the most sparkling the morning after and therefore didn't take too kindly to being awoken by the man who I'd taken home being sick in the toilet. It was enough to make me vomit and it was all I needed. I was still rather drunk as the room appeared to be moving slightly when I got out of bed. I went into the bathroom and said "I refuse to listen to this all night.. morning, and would also prefer to not wake to a room which smells of vomit, therefore I would like you to leave... Immediately." He stood up and I ensured he flushed the toilet then went and put his clothes back on and left. I went back to sleep as soon as I heard the door close. I slept until about 1 and when I woke up felt fine which was rather pleasing. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After I woke on Tuesday I went straight to the gym for a couple of hours and when I returned I had a message from the man I met at the Calvin Klein party. I was slightly shocked by this message as I did not recall giving him my number, I never give people my number, I was rather drunk though. It read:<i> Hi Kyle, sorry for my abrupt departure the other morning. Allow me to take you to a party this evening to make it up.</i> I wasn't going to text back but he did get to go to the Calvin Klein party so I text back saying: <i>Maybe, who's party?</i> He replied telling me it was being held for Jennifer Hudson at Morgans Hotel Penthouse and there's going to be good people there. I agreed to go and when asked what to wear he said: <i>Well it's being held by Vogue..</i> Off to Bergdorf I went... I tried on a few things however none that I wished to purchase, so I went to try my luck next door in Prada. Whilst browsing the shop I recognized a girl. I walked over and tried to discretely get a closer look; she glanced at me and smiled and then looked back I said "Oh my word, Camilla!" She screamed and shouted "Kyle!" she received glares from the other customers but not from the staff, they wouldn't dare.. This was Camilla Al Fayed. Those of you who don't know of her, her father owns Harrods, Fullham football club, The Ritz Paris and other things. I have known her since she was a child due to my parents knowing her father. I used to attend their house parties where we'd be occupied by her several nannies whilst her father would play host to royals and other wealthy people. When I was at school my parents flew me home one weekend so that I could attend her birthday party, she was only 7 or 8 and her father closed Harrods to the public and gave Camilla and her friends (which included me and Gabrielle) free reign of the enormous department store. As a gift for another of her birthdays she had a perfume created for her in Harrods which was entitled 'The One', a year later it was bought out by Dolce & Gabanna and is now distributed by them, she however was the only person to have the fragrance for a whole year. We had a chat and caught up. She asked how Gabrielle was and she said she'd ring her and ask if she wished to attend the Zac Posen show. She would. I bought a suit in Prada and then we went to Pastis for lunch. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">As it was time to leave I asked her if she'd attend the party this evening but she claimed she wanted "to stay out of the public eye" a phrase I myself have never said. She agreed to meet up at some point or if not then definitely in London. She gave me her number to ensure we stay in touch. In the car back I phoned my mum to tell her, she of course was thrilled and asked the inevitable "Oh how are her mother and father?" and ended the conversation with "You must make an effort to keep in touch Kyle, Camilla is a lovely girl!" </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">As soon as I got in I began getting ready. I showered and then begun the dilemma of shoes and accessories. I was torn between Bottega Vaneta shoes or Dior, Prada or Burberry tie and a Rolex or Hermes watch... I decided on the Dior shoes, skinny, cadburys purple Prada tie and the white gold Hermes watch. When I was ready I walked the short distance to Elliot's hotel so that I could borrow his phone. The blackberry which I was holding didn't quite reflect the fashionable message which I was trying to portray, seeing as it has been dropped on countless occasions. I had only brought my yellow gold Vertu phone however Elliot had bought that in addition to his white gold one, so I thought I'd borrow it. I stood at his door knocking repetitively for minutes. I phoned him and there was no answer so I knocked again. After a few minutes he answered with just his head sticking out from behind the door I said "What on earth are you doing Elliot" and walked in. When he closed the door and I turned around to look at him and the somewhat substantial bulge visible through his Calvin's. I said "Oh... Who?" and he said "I can't remember his name, I wasn't paying much attention, he's rather nice though" I asked if I could have a look and he said "No Kyle, you intimidate them and they end up leaving... What did you want with your persistent knocking?" I told him I needed his phone and he went a got it for me and then said "You're looking rather nice, where are you going?" I told him about the Vogue party and he said "Who did you sleep with to get an invite to that one?" I said "Elliot you make it sound as though I'm using them. I merely slept with a man whom happened to work for Vogue, that's all... Enjoy!" and I left. When I got back to my apartment Gabrielle was there with shopping bags from what seemed like every namable designer. She was wearing a pair of Helmut Lang leather leggings, a black pea coat with gold buttons by Smythe (buttoned - she was wearing no top), a black Hermes birkin bag, a pair of Christian Laboutin leopard print heels, black dita sunglasses with gold bar and her 18kt gold Bulgari ring encrusted in at least 70 miniature diamonds. She was in high spirits and I put it down to the fact she'd probably just dropped thousands in the various stores, when I told her I went for lunch with Camilla she said "What? When did mum come to New York?" I looked at with the look that most people associated with Gabrielle and said "Since when have I called our mother by her first name? Camilla Al Fayed.." She gasped and said "Oh my goodness, I haven't seen her in so long! How was she?" I told her about the Zac Posen show and she got all giddy and said "I must text her to tell her I will attend.. I just bought some Zac Posen things too!" She pulled out a black dress which was rather wacky with a swirly neckline, a grey silk dress which was rather nice, another black one and a bag. The sum of these alone was well in excess of three thousand, it seems it was a rather productive day. Before I had chance to see what else she'd bought Lionel messaged to say he was outside. I went downstairs and got into the chauffeured Mercedes which was waiting outside. Lionel complimented me on the way I looked, although I was already aware. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We arrived at the hotel but went through a fire escape for some reason and came out in the lobby. I asked why we did that and he said "I doubt my boss would take to kindly to me spending my time getting pictures by the Paparazzi whilst I'm supposed to be assisting him.." So he was an assistant, I asked who for and he said "Andre. I'm not too busy though as he's only editor at large, whereas if I worked for Anna.. I wouldn't stop and I certainly wouldn't be able to bring dates to cocktail parties." I didn't ask any more. We got into the penthouse and I met Andre and Jennifer Hudson who was such a nice girl, a lot prettier and thinner than in pictures too. After that Lionel was stood by André's side and answering numerous phone calls whilst I talked to Jessica White and Jemma Kidd. Lionel drifted between me and andre for an hour and thereafter stood with me. Amongst the celebrities there was Marc Jacobs, Victoria Beckham, Venus Williams, Vera Wang, Anna Wintour (who stayed for about 10 minutes) plus others. I was trying to make each drink last as long as possible as I didn't feel like drinking at all. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">As the night went on I had conversations with Andre himself however the most memorable was the one I had with Victoria Beckham. I complemented her on her new hair and asked her where she got it done and when; she told me that she had it done at Garren I said "Oh so you're the reason my sister couldn't have Garren himself haha" She said "I'm such a bitch aren't I... She's probably cursing me, tell her I send my apologies." She also asked if we'd met before which surprised me and I said "Yes several times, I didn't think you'd remember. I remember you were at one of Mohammed's (Al Fayed) parties when I was younger. You probably remember me as the little brat charging through the house with Camilla though." She said "Oh my god! I do remember you, I remember saying to David how well spoken you were and didn't you speak french?" and on the conversation went. I also met Marc Jacobs who is a good friend of Victoria's from what I could gather and was a very nice man... He had something about him too.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I left at about half past 12 as I could barely keep my eyes open. Whilst I was in the car on the way back to my apartment I phoned Gabrielle, she sounded slightly drunk so I asked where she was. She said "I'm with Camilla and Anna in Anna's apartment. Come around." I said I would and asked where it was to which she replied "The clock warning centre..." I heard Camilla and Anna start laughing and she asked what and then said "Oh, I was close.. The time warner centre." I went over and took the elevator to the 75th floor where Anna's apartment is located. Anna, for those of you who've never heard of her, is a russian heiress who's father works in metal and real estate. She is best known for spending 23 million on Diane Von Furstenburg's downtown Manhattan property. She's also graced the covers of many magazines including The Hamptons Magazine. Her apartment certainly reflected her wealth, it was gorgeous! She had floor to ceiling views of central park and in her bedroom there was a huge fish tank filled with sea horses! I think it is the nicest apartment I have ever been in... Her bathroom was designed by Lalique which says it all. I stayed and caught up with Anna for an hour or so and then left the girls so I could go to bed. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I didn't really do anything on Wednesday besides go shopping where I bought 2 Armani Collezioni tracksuits, 4 pairs of jeans, a cardigan, a jumper and a leather jacket from diesel, a mulberry messenger from Barney's and then a Louis Vuitton gym bag and a holdall from the new Damier Graphite collection. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On Thursday I went out for Lunch with Lee and Kayleigh whilst Kelly and Elliot entertained themselves. After dinner Kayleigh went back to Lee's hotel so I phoned Gabrielle and met up with her and Camilla in Chanel. Gabrielle was wearing a dragon print bell sleeved silk top with a black pencil skirt from Jean-Paul Gaultier, tights, a gold Jimmy Choo Ramona bag, Tom Ford sunglasses and cream missioni shoes. Camilla was wearing a grey stone look Oscar de la renta dress with black opaque tights, Python Alexander McQueen shoes, Jimmy Choo sunglasses and a black python Fendi spy bag... I had never seen one of them before - I wouldn't be surprised if she'd had it made for her. We shopped for a few hours and then I went to Elliot's room to have goodbye sex as he was catching a flight to Milan (again) this evening. Kayleigh was going back to Chicago and Kelly was going to Moscow that evening also. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">In the evening Gabrielle and Camilla went to the Zac Posen show and I went out for a meal with Kelly to Cipriani before she left... I spent the evening packing most of my things together and had an early night. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On Friday me and Gabrielle went and viewed some town houses aswel as a couple of apartments in Trump tower, Dumbo and The Time Warner centre. Whilst we looked around one in Dumbo she said "Hmm no, this just isn't what I'm looking for. None of the ones we've viewed are much nicer than yours Kyle..." I was so happy inside, I was getting there! I would much rather her have a house in Malibu I could use as opposed to another property in New York, that would just be pointless. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On Saturday me and Gabrielle were bored and so collected all of our things together, with the exception of those we were leaving the apartment for future use and those which we had posted home. We piled the luggage into 2 cars and took them to The Hamptons. I have been giving my liver a break since then. I drank excessively for a week and now it's time to recover. We're just going to stay here for a while and then fly home when we're bored. Camilla said she might come today, when? I don't know. I suppose our only warning will be when the trees start to blow and a huge helicopter lands in the garden...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Speak soon, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Much love.</p>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-47407395626193532712008-09-10T10:09:00.000-07:002008-10-30T04:21:21.420-07:00In New York.. 7th September<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10px; ">Hello, <br />I am now in New York and absolutely exhausted. After spending 3 weeks in a time zone one hour ahead of London, followed by 9 hours behind London when in Beverly Hills and now I'm in New York which is 4 hours ahead of Beverly Hills; I think it is safe to assume my body clock is non-existent. Moving swiftly on, the rest of my time in Beverly Hills was amazing. I spent a lot of time with my parents whilst I was there, going out for meals in the evenings to places like Maestro, Beso's, Il sole and Koi. Gabrielle was with her friends from FIDM quite a lot and I joined them on a couple of nights out too... Gabrielle and I have viewed a few houses in Malibu as part of my plan... Whilst in New York Gabrielle wants to look for a townhouse for when she does her internship, I however have my apartment there which is rarely used. I am therefore hoping that if I show her houses in Malibu she'll like them and agree to sharing my apartment in New York with me. We looked at a few however, they weren't to her standards, however my father found us one on Malibu road where she would want it and she loved it. It was a large open plan property with floor to cieling windows overlooking the beach and the ocean. It reminded her of the house which my parents used to have there when we were younger and we used to spend our summers on Malibu beach. We then viewed a glass house which was also gorgeous and a couple of others. She loved them all so my fingers are crossed. <br /><br />On Tuesday I decided I needed a night out and so me and Gabrielle took my mother's car to Rodeo Drive and purchased outfits. Gabrielle bought 2 skirts, a blouse and a dress however chose to wear a Bill Blass dress which my mother had bought her off the internet instead. I bought a pair of black pants from Gucci and some shoes from Prada... We also got 3 pairs of Dita sunglasses. When we got back to the hotel we put our bags in our rooms and went for afternoon tea with our parents before going to get ready. I was wearing my new shoes and pants, a white Burberry Prorsum shirt with a skinny Dolce & Gabbana tie and my 18ct white gold diamond encrusted Daytona. About 2 hours after I was ready Gabrielle emerged from her room wearing her grey Bill Blass dress with opaque tights, a Miu Miu clutch and some Miu Miu lightening bolt booties. I had used my contacts in order to get us a table reserved in Element. My father then took us in the car to the club where we would be meeting Gabrielle's friends. Whilst in the car he said "Kyle, look after your sister and at least make an attempt at not taking anybody back to the hotel." I was about to humour him and tell him I would when Gabrielle said "Oh do be serious father, I haven't known him not go home with somebody in all the times we've been clubbing together." I looked at her and said "Thanks for that Gabrielle. Father I do not understand your objection, it makes no difference whether I'm sleeping with the same person every night or a different one." to which he replied "Kyle I think you'll find there is a rather substantial difference in that it is promiscuous and it reflects badly on your mother and I" I said "It only reflects badly on you if you choose to mention it to people and therefore you only have yourself to blame. Just try not to think about it and it will all be fine." He was then lost for words. <br /><br />We got outside the club where 5 of Gabrielle's friends were waiting, only 2 were men, and not my type either. All of them attended FIDM (fashion college) so they were skinny fashionistas, and I'm quite partial to muscle on my men, the girls were pretty though. When we got in there our table was right near the dance floor so we sat and ordered some bottles of wine. I was scanning the room for potential men however didn't see any, Gabrielle on the other hand was already smiling at a man at the bar who was nudging his friend and nodding in her direction. A few moments later a waitress came over and said "Excuse me miss, the man at the bar would like to know if you and your friends would care to join him in the V.I.P section." Seeing as our table was beginning to get invaded upon by the overflowing dancefloor, we agreed. <br /><br />It wasn't the best V.I.P section I'd been in however it was improvement from the main club and the better looking people seemed to be in there. There were several good looking men, all tanned and toned, in the room whom I watched to see if they were homosexuals. The man who invited us in came and introduced himself to us as Alex , he worked in P.R in hollywood and often organized premieres and things. He and Gabrielle therefore got on like a house on fire as that was the topic she'd chosen to study at University. I was bored within ten minutes of being in the section and was texting Elliot and Kelly. Gabrielle's friends had left the section to go to the dance floor, I was sat awaiting a reply and Gabrielle was next to me talking to Alex. On the other side of me was a girl who was talking to her friends, she clearly picked up on my body language and introduced herself. She said "Hey, I'm Kimberly.. You seem a little bored" I said "How on earth did you guess?" when she said "Oh my god! You're British!" We were talking for a while when she put her hand on my leg and said "So where are you staying Kyle?" I smiled at her and said "Sorry Kimberly, I'm gay." She moaned and said "All the good looking ones are! In that case we'll go and sit with them over there" she pointed 3 men out, 2 of which were the ones who I had my eye on from when we entered. We sat down with them and she said "Guys, this is Kyle, he's gay... And British!" ... Not quite the introduction I had hoped for but I suppose it got the message across. The better looking of the three said "Well you do have the full package don't you... I'm Smith, drink?" I ordered a Martini and drank it whilst getting to know everyone. Smith was studying entertainment law at Ucla, James was a freelance writer and Tim did something to do with events. After about an hour Gabrielle came over and said "Kyle, I'm leaving with Alex now so I'll text you in the morning." As soon as she'd turned to leave Kimberly said "Tell her no! He is absoluely awful in bed, he just pounds and it is not pleasureable because he's small! Trust me I've experienced it first hand." I phoned her and told her what Kimberly just said and then she said "Oh bloody hell... Right, one moment." A minute or so later she came back and said "I blamed it on you Kyle, hope you don't mind." She always did, I could not care less. He said "Yo dude, what's your problem, why can't she come back to my place?" I said "I wish to keep my eye on her this evening, after all she is my younger sister." When he said "She controls her own life, if she wants to come home with me then she can!" I smiled and said "Actually, she has no desire to go home with you. She did only, after me telling her about the fact I'd just heard you were appalling in bed she rapidly changed her mind.So you actually have nobody to blame other than yourself for your sheer lack of talent in the bedroom." I then turned around and carried on with my conversation. <br /><br />Gabrielle and her friends from FIDM went to the dance floor along with Kimberly in search of men. I meanwhile decided who I was going back with. I asked what they were all doing this evening.. Smith was the only one available, the other 2 were going home together - boyfriends. Smith and I left Element at about 2, while Gabrielle stayed with Kimberly and her friends. Smith and myself had an amazing night, as always, however he woke me at 6 to tell me he was going home to get ready for work. I grunted something along the lines of bye and he left and I went back to sleep. When I woke up again at 11 I phoned Gabrielle. I asked her where she was when she replied "I don't exactly know.. After you left Kimberly took me a to a party at a different club and then I went home with the birthday boy but I don't know where he lives and I've just woke up and I don't know where he is... So I don't know what to do." I replied "Well don't just sit there, get up!" She did so, however made me stay on the phone. I listened as she walked through the house/apartment/flat opening various doors. Then I heard bottles clanging and glasses and I said "What on earth are you doing?" She said "I'm thirsty... Hungry too let me see what there is." I listened while she opened the fridge, she asked "What's beef jerky?" then put one in her mouth and immediately spat it out she said "That is the most repulsive thing that has ever passed my lips! It tastes like gone off bacon, eugh!" Then she screamed and said "Oh it's you... Hi... Where do you live, my brother wants to come and pick me up." I had never mentioned anything of the sort, she had just persumed... She got the address for me and I put on my Rock & Republic tracksuit with my Dita sunglasses and Dolce & Gabbana trainers and then went to my parents room. My mother answered the door looking all done up as she always did and said "Oh morning dear, did you have a good night last night? Where's your sister?" See how I'm responsible for her haha. I said "Yes it was rather good thank you. She's at her friends house in West Hollywood, I'm going to get her now, I need the car keys." My father butted in and said "Kyle she better had be and not be at man's house who she's just met, you never know what could happen to her." I said "She is, I got a car back there with her before making my own way back here first." to which my mother finished my sentance "with a man whom you'd just met" I smiled and said "car keys mother." <br /><br />I went and packed Gabrielle a bag and then went to pick her up from the house. She came out looking rather rough. She had no makeup on and her dress was all creased. She got in the car and said "he is an imecile... I fail to comprehend why people get so offended when I don't give them my number." I just laughed.. She truly was following in my footsteps. I told her that I'd packed her a bag and she climbed into the back to change. I had packed a pink missioni bikini and kaftan with some black strappy Jimmy Choo's, Linda Farrow sunglasses and a bright pink Marc Jacobs bag. She climbed back into the front, tied her hair up and looked glamourous again. <br /><br />When we got to the pool at the hotel we sat down next to our parents and I asked my dad if the dogs could come. He said "No Kyle." Then Gabrielle started "Arrr please Dad.. Jackie can fly over with them and then stay in the house, which would be useful so then she can oversee everything. I miss Bambi" then I said "and I miss Maddox, I've not seen him for weeks!" and my mum said "I must say, I do miss Pretitia. We could take her to The Bahamas with us, and Gabrielle does have a rather good point. It would be more useful for Jackie to be here in Beverly Hills overseeing everything than being in London, it would be like a holiday for her too." My Dad hesitated and then agreed. I phoned her and said "Hi Jackson, missing me dearest?" she replied "No, actually, I'm enjoying the peace.. What is it that you require this time, a new Blackberry posting? Or does Gabrielle want some food from Harrods again?" I said "You wouldn't believe how much I'm preventing myself from passing urine at this moment in time Jackie, and it's all down to you and your humour. Anyway, it's good news. You're coming to Beverly Hills and staying here for a while... On a jet tonight." She said "Oh my my, that is good news." I then added "Oh yes, with all three dogs." She paused and said "11 hours flight with 3 dogs, joy! I don't mind with Bambi and Pretitia, they're small, but Maddox is enormous Kyle..." I said "Oh poor Jackie, don't you have it hard. Whilst all the other P.A's in the world are trailing the streets of London searching for something only sold in one undefined shop or trying to get a table at the most popular place in the city in an hours notice, you have just returned from 2 weeks in you're boss' house in Paradise Island and now are getting a private jet to Beverly Hills where you will have a 6 bedroomed house with pool and tennis court at your disposal." to which she replied "Because you know ever so much about the world of work don't you Kyle." I said "Oh you swine.. You do know I could sack... Haha, I'm only joking.. It'd take ages for someone new to learn the things you know haha. Anyway, try to organize a jet for this evening. You can bring your husband if you wish, but bring your laptop because you'll be working too." She agreed and then said "Tell your mother she has a meeting with..." I switched off due to boredom and threw the phone to my mum. <br /><br />We ate out that evening and I had an early night followed by a lie in. I got up at 11 and went for some breakfast then I went to my mum's room to get the car keys. I couldn't wait to see Maddox so I offered to go and collect them from the airport. I had on some diesel pants, a hoodie, YSL sunglasses and my D&G high top trainers. When I got to the airport I waited in the car until Jackie phoned to say she'd landed then I went inside the terminal. Jackie came through with Bambi in her Louis Vuitton bag, Pretitia prancing next to her in her Louis Vuitton collar and lead, Jackie's husband was pushing a trolley filled with luggage whilst Maddox trotted at their side. I said "Maddoxx..." and he looked around and spotted me and began jumping on the spot and then looked at Jackie for permission to come running at me, she said "go on!" and he came charging through the airport and pounced on me. I bent down and he put he paws on my shoulders and rubbed his face against mine while I stroked him. Then pretitia was yapping at me as was bambi. We got the bags into the car and then Jackie and Mark (her husband) sat in the back with Bambi and Pretitia whilst Maddox occupied the passenger seat. Jackie told me how the flight was, she said Maddox was the best behaved out of all of them. They need a littler tray on the plane and it's a nightmare haha. Mark said "I must say Kyle, you travel in style! Jet's anall" I laughed and said "It's the only way I know how haha.. Did you enjoy paradise island?" He replied "Loved it, one of the nicest places I've been, your house was gorgeous too. Ever so modern, I loved that little computer screen which controlled the whole house!" I asked if they took a jet there to which they said yes and I said "Well if you have to go back for work Mark feel free to have Jackie arrange you one. The McQuillans would want you flying back from our Beverly Hills home in Economy now would we? Oh yes, speaking of which, Jackie do you have the postcode for the property as I have absolutely no clue where I am going." She tutted and then got her laptop out of her bag and began clicking away.. Then she told me and I put it into the car. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10px; ">When we arrived at the house my parents and Gabrielle were there - to see the dogs and organise meetings and things. We got to the house and Mark was amazed by it. I went into the garden with Maddox and he sat and stared at me and the pool then I shouted "Jackie can you organise a pool cleaner for tomorrow?" she shouted back "Yes!" and I gave Maddox permission to jump in. Upon hearing the splash my mother came out and looked at the pool and said "Oh Kyle" I said "What? There's a pool cleaner coming tomorrow!" and she just walked back inside. I left maddox to sunbathe and went inside where I immediately stood in wee. I told my mum that Pretitia had urinated and she said "She certainly hasn't, she's been here with me, it must've been Bambi, she's running around all over the place... Gabrielle!" Gabrielle came walking in with Bambi under her arm, my mother said "Bambi has urinated on the floor, clean it up dear." Gabrielle said "Err... Jackie Bambi's urinated on the floor, clean it up dear" I started laughing and my mum said "Gabrielle..." She tutted and walked to the kitchen, picked up a towel and a pair of tongs and walked over to the little puddle. She dropped the towel on it, waited for a second and then picked the towel up with the tongs, walked over to the bin and dropped the tongs and towel in it. She then said "We need new tongs mother" <br /><br />Whilst everybody went and sat around the pool Maddox and I went out for a run. We went out for an hour and a half before returning to the house where Maddox went and jumped back in the pool. The interior designer came around in the afternoon to discuss some plans for the house. I told her how I wanted my bathroom and bedroom to be like and also informed her that my wardrobe needed to be bigger. My mother arranged for us all to go out that evening as it was Thursday (the day after) that we were all splitting up. She got a table at Gordon Ramsay's At The London restaurant and we all got dressed up for it. I'm positive Jackie dedicates her exercise reigieme to being my mothers size as she's always giving her clothes and Jackie's always going to the gym in my parents house to maintain her size 8 figure. She is safe in that if she ever has a black tie event to attend she has something to wear. My mother will either offer something to her or she will have already given her something in the past. Tonight was no exception. My mum said "Oh Jackie I have some things for you." She gave her a few skirts and blouses and a couple of summer dresses along with a pair of shoes. Jackie said "Camilla, I could not walk in those, they're about 6 iches high." My mother replied "They're dinner shoes, you'll be wearing them whilst sitting, you only wear them from the car to the restaurant." <br /><br />My mother was wearing a black Vera Wang dress where the material tied at the front, it was rather nice, with a pair of Giuseppe Zanotti jewel embellished heels and a Jimmy Choo bag. Gabrielle was wearing a silk Zac Posen dress with Alexander McQueen heels and a Chloe bag. Jackie was wearing a burberry skirt with tights, a blouse, a Fendi Spy bag and Gabrielle's Burberry shoes. I was wearing a white shirt from Armani with a rich purple jumper from Prada, John Lobb shoes and pants from Dolce & Gabbana. My father was wearing an Armani ensemble and Mark was wearing a shirt and pants. <br /><br />We had a lovely meal and went all went back to the hotel and the house at about midnight. When I got up in the morning I went back to the house to take the dog for a run again. After an hour or so we returned to the house where Jackie was hard at work to ask her to organise a flight for this evening. She asked what I'd be doing about Maddox, I considered taking him with me but decided it would be unfair leaving him in the apartment (if he was allowed) or leaving him with the house keeper whom he doesn't know in the hamptons home. I went back to the hotel and packed all my belongings and then got a car back to the house. I piled my luggage in the hallway and the dog sat a cried as he knew I was leaving again. <br /><br />We left for the airport at about 10 at night and said goodbye to my parents as they were leaving for Barbados the day after. I was once again petrified on the flight and tried to sleep for the duration. Gabrielle was chatting across the isle to someone who worked for Vogue and was going to fashion week, as were we, and was asking where she was staying and things. When we landed in It was 9 a.m on Friday morning in New York and there was 2 cars waiting to pick us up, one we travelled in together and the other we piled luggage into. I went up to my room and there hanging in the hall way was a Cavalli suit. Attached to it was a note saying: Thanks for the loan, hope I'll see you soon. James. and his number. I remembered it straight away. When I was here for my birthday I slept with a Wall St. man 3 times and went out to dinner with him and lent him a cavalli suit for him to go to work in which he promised to return; I however left before he could get me a new one delivered... I won't ring him though. This is fashion week. The city is going to be filled with gorgeous men, ones who I hadn't slept with yet. <br /><br />The apartment looked exactly the same as it did when I left, only tidier. I went to bed as soon as we got in (unintentionally messing my body clock up a little bit more.) When I woke up it was about 2p.m and Gabrielle was asleep in the lounge covered by a hermes blanket. I walked in and woke her and she said "ugh, order some room service Kyle.." We discussed over our lunch what we should do and she said "I wouldn't mind going to watch The Phantom of The Opera, I've not watched it for a while and I simply adore that show. I want to view an apartment in the time warner centre, trump international and Jackie's arranging some townhouse viewings too. We're not seeing a show until Sunday anyway.. My friend Louise will be joining us this evening and I think she'll be staying here by the way.. When are your friends arriving?" I had completely forgotten, Elliot, Kayleigh and Kelly were all coming at some point this weekend. I phoned them and Elliot grunted down the phone saying "What?!" I said "Good day Elliot, where are you?" He replied "The ritz, are you here?" I replied "I am and I've not had sex for 2 days, I'll be straight round..." Whilst I walked the short distance to the Ritz-Carlton I phoned Kayleigh and Kelly, neither of them were answering their phones so I sent an email to Kelly's father's p.a asking what time she'd be arriving in New York. She replied saying that she'd be here at around 7p.m local time and that Lee was coming with them too. I hadn't seen Lee properly since my birthday so it will be good to catch up... <br /><br />Elliot and I had our own ways of catching up and this was no exception. Once we'd finished I went back to my apartment to shower. When I returned to the drawing room Gabrielle informed me that we were going to see The Phantom of The Opera that evening as Jackie had managed to get us a box. We were going at half 7 so we could go and see the others straight afterwards. We got ready and informed reception of Louise's expected arrival then took a car to Broadway. I must admit, this is one of my favourite shows! It's amazing, it gives me shivers each time I watch it. When it finished we left the theatre and got took the car which was waiting for us to The Pierre where Kayleigh was staying. She was there alone. Kelly was in Sixty Thompson and Lee had also gone downtown to the Tribeca Grand. They were however, all in Kayleigh's room this evening. <br /><br />We all went to bed fairly early as each and every one of us was exhausted. When we got back to my apartment Louise still wasn't there and Gabrielle made a few phone calls and discovered that her flight had been delayed by 2 hours. She would therefore be landing within the next half hour. Marvelous, so much for an early night. I went to bed and Gabrielle had a little sleep and then waited for her... <br /><br />On Saturday we all went shopping and to get our hair done, we all strategically booked our appointments well in advance. All the salons are more or less fully booked or are attending fashion week themselves. Gabrielle told us that she'd booked an appointment at Garren months ago so she was going there, Stephen Knoll is somehow related to Kayleigh so she managed to get herself an appointment there. Kayleigh and Kelly booked in at John Barrett months ago as had Elliot and I at Sally Hershberger. Lee didn't think of these sorts of things and so came along with Elliot and myself in the hope they could squeeze him in. Each time I have been to New York I have come to the Hershberger salon, it's more young and trendy than places like John Barrett where you feel you have to whisper. Due to Lee only having his hair shaved he managed to get it done. Whilst he was having his hair done he was tapping away at his Blackberry and smiling and as soon as he was finished and paid he left... It doesn't require a genius to guess how he'd be spending the next hour or so. <br /><br />Once Elliot and myself were finished in the salon we went for a quick lunch in the meat packing district and then we went back to his hotel for a while... We had a reservation at the restaurant within The Ritz for the evening and so we all got ready and met up there. We all had a relitively early night due to an early start on Sunday and so once we'd finished dinner, we all said goodnight and parted for the evening. .. I went back with Kelly and Kayleigh went with Elliot. <br /><br />It's now 5 a.m on Sunday morning and I cannot sleep so I'm writing this to keep myself occupied. I would go for a run around central park but I may get mugged at this hour so I'll leave it a while. I'm only attending DKNY at 11am and then Y3 at 5pm today. The girls are going to a few, they're missing DKNY to go to Lela Rose, then going to Herve Leger and if they can make it Diane Von Furstenburg also. They won't be attending Y-3 either. I'm going now to go to the gym before I need to start getting ready. I'll speak with you all soon. <br /><br />Much love, <br />Kyle.</span></div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-47477206809125843652008-08-27T17:24:00.001-07:002008-10-30T04:21:21.421-07:00Beverly Hills... 27th August<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Hello,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The last night on the cruise was amazing! The show team (featuring Elliot, former figure skater) did a show on the ice rink which was shortly followed by a farewell party on deck. It was just Elliot, myself, Ellie, Kayleigh, Kelly and Gabrielle at first whilst our show team friends provided the entertainment. Once our inhibitions had been significantly diminished through alcohol consumption we were up on the dancefloor haha. I was wearing a white unbuttoned shirt from Armani, a dark grey waistcoat from Dolce & Gabbana and matching grey pants with a skinny belt from Fendi, brown Tom Ford shoes and my Cartier. Elliot was wearing a tight fitting Dolce & Gabbana long sleeved t-shirt which looked worn and frayed (I could see his abdominals and pecs!) with a pair of slim Dolce & Gabbana jeans and the new Gucci boots in brown. Ellie was wearing a D&G grey bustier dress with some red patterned Laboutins. Kayleigh was wearing a patterned Pucci dress with opaque tights and Versace booties. Kelly was wearing a layered, sequined Rue du Mail dress with some Thomas Wylde knee high warrior boots and finally Gabrielle was wearing a corset type top which had a huge corsage bustier thing on by Ana Sekularac (Victoria Beckham has been pictured in it) with some skinny leather/pvc leggings and a pair of platformed Laboutins. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Whilst we, amongst the other passengers, were up dancing a little five year old girl who I was dancing near, fell and began crying. I usually hate children but this one was adorable. I picked her up and she hugged me while I took her to her parents who were rather drunk but no more than I. They were lovely and the little girl, Lily, sat on my knee whilst we talked. In the midst of our conversation, during an interlude in a song, Danny (one of the singers) said "Ladies and Gentlemen Gabrielle: your star from Chicago" I turned around and Gabrielle was leaping through the air with her foot touching her head whilst the other was outstretched in front of her haha, Lily stopped crying to watch, then Gabrielle went running at Reggie, another of the dancers, and he grabbed her and held her in the air whilst one leg was straight and the other was bent into a v shape and her toes met her other leg. It looked rather strange. Once he'd put her down from this he held her to him and she bent herself backwards into a "C" shape haha... She looked like an invertebrate! Then everybody just carried on dancing haha. Lily had stopped crying now and seemed amazed by what she'd just seen; her parents told me that we'd been the talk of the ship haha. In some of the restaurants you dine with families who you've never met before and they said that more or less everyone they'd ate with had mentioned us. I felt honored haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After an hour or so of dancing the show team finished and another band came on. We immediately sat them down and ordered shots and cocktails. By the time it came to midnight we were all drunk.. A song came on (I can't remember what one) and Ellie threw her arms up in the air and leant back in excitement, however whilst throwing her arms up she released her Blackberry which hit the railing and went into the sea, she just sat up and exclaimed "Oh Jesus Christ! That's the fourth this month... Somebody ring Elaine while I go and get a spare." Elaine is one of her fathers assistants, we did so and meanwhile Gabrielle had a little dance off with Reggie.. Not that she likes the attention or anything haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We stayed out until about 4 o'clock, the last part of the night is a little bit of a blur for fairly obvious reasons. All I remember is walking back across the deck and Kayleigh saying "I don't want to fall overboard", Kelly saying "So who's coming back to my room tonight then" and Gabrielle replying "I'll come and stay over... (slight pause whilst her brain turned on) Ohhh, perhaps not then. Reggie can come to mine" whilst Ellie mumbled "I feel so nauseous" my next memory was waking up next to Elliot with my Blackberry buzzing...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">It was now our day for disembarkation and we were all splitting up to go to our various destinations. Kelly and Kayleigh were going back to London, Ellie was flying to Chicago and Elliot was going to Milan to meet up with his brother and his brother's girlfriend. Gabrielle and I were flying to Beverly Hills however she'd phoned to say that my flight was at 4 am but she could not be bothered waiting until that ridiculous hour. I requested for that flight time to be booked so that I could sleep the entire duration of the flight and save my nerves and premature aging due to stress (heaven forbid!) So whilst everybody left at various stages throughout the day I packed my luggage and went and checked in at The Grand Hotel Vesuvio in Naples. I was there by half past 1, left my bags in the room and went to the gym for 3 hours followed by a massage and then sheer boredom in my room. I drank a bottle of Krug Mensil to help calm my nerves and phoned various people to pass the time along with being on Dlist. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">At half about 1 a.m a car arrived to take me to Rome airport where I was catching a 13 and half hour flight to LAX. Trauma. I had planned this well though. The previous night I didn't go to bed until 4 o'clock and if me Elliot slept together we won't have gone to sleep until a couple of hours after that and Gabrielle was telephoning me at 8 am. I still hadn't slept since then and I was forcing myself to stay awake so I would sleep on the plane. When I got to the airport and sat in the lounge the nerves began to kick in as I thought about what I was about to endure... So, I went to the bar. I didn't feel like drinking at all, but it was this or a nervous breakdown, so I had no other option. By the time boarding time had arrived I was drunk. I stumbled through the airport in sunglasses, attempting to look composed however, I'm guessing I did not. I got on to the plane and sat next to a rather good looking man, who looked like he was on business with his laptop bag, and gave myself white knuckles whilst we took off and then went to sleep for 11 hours. I was woken up by my bladder feeling as though it was about to burst... Usually I don't undo my seatbeat for the duration of the flight but I was literally at bursting point, so I went quickly. That was about the tenth time I have ever used the toilet on a plane out of all the times I've flown. I sat back in my seat next to the handsome sleeping business man and noticed his erection, as did the passing air steward who looked at me and smirked haha... I hadn't had sex all day the day before and now I was sat on a plane next to a man with a substantially sized erection sticking up through his pants. This was torture! I slept for another hour and a half and then was woken by a lady bringing me some food. I was hungry and hungover but I was not that desperate. I could have cooked something better myself and I've never picked up a pan in my life, plus I keep shoes in my kitchen cupboards. It was repulsive. The bread wasn't even nice!</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once I'd landed at about 8am I collected all 7 cases off the conveyor belt (2 boxes had been sent home) whilst everybody stared at the luggage, once again, and maneuvered 2 trollies through the airport and outside to find my mother sat in a BMW X6. I walked over and nocked on the boot, insinuating she should open it, she didn't, I nocked again, still she didn't open it. I walked around to the passenger window and said "Mother will yo-" she started screaming and put the window up and started the engine, I thought she was going to decapitate me until she realized and said "Jesus Christ Kyle you nearly gave me a heart attack!" ... Now you know where Gabrielle gets all her common sense and intelligence from. I put the trunks and cases in the car whilst my mother very briefly touched the corner of it as I lifted it in every now and again and then she took me for a drive to see the house. It's situated on a slope and is gated and extremely modern it boasts 1.4 acres and has a tennis court on the premises, a gym, 6 bedrooms, 11 baths.. We would be able to stay there however my mother doesn't like the laminate flooring which is in a couple of the rooms so that's being taken up and she wants a few of the bedrooms redecorating. So she took me to The Hotel Bel-Air where she, my father and Gabrielle were staying. As soon as I got to my room Gabrielle came in and said "Can we go out tonight?" I thought about it for a while and then agreed. I hadn't had sex for far too long and I needed to have some fun after the endurance I just had. I told myself I wasn't going to drink though and had a little sleep. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I got ready and then went out to a club called Les Deux which Gabrielle said was good. I didn't find it to be anything exciting however it seemed it was the place where a few models had congregated so I managed to acquire myself a good looking 22 year old Los Angeles boy and take him back to the hotel. We had a good night and I think it seemed better because I had been waiting for it haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">In the morning I went to the door and said bye and then approximately 3 seconds later there was a knock on the door, I went back (in my underwear) and there was my mother. She looked at me and said "Kyle who was that gentleman who just left your room." I stuttered and she said "You don't even know his name" I said "I do however I was drunk last night and can't remember." She looked at me as I do Gabrielle when she's just done something ridiculously stupid (like trying to hoover up spilt wine like she did the other week) and said "Kyle, I am rather partial to a drink myself and I know a morning after when I see one, now that glowing complexion of yours does not reflect a night of excessive alcohol consumption" I replied "Ok mother, I didn't ask for his name. Why would I ask irrelevant questions though, it's only intercourse, it's not as though I have a number to put with him in my contact list." She said "You never fail to amaze me darling, now where's your sister?" She text me last night just saying "I'm back xo" I had no clue where. I looked around and said "err, in her room" then mother said "Kyle I hope you haven't influenced her to follow in your footsteps and take people home for 'just intercourse'" I said "Of course not mother" as I always did, however truth be it that I am probably the reason she does. Gabrielle's room is on the opposite side of the hotel to mine and my mums so she gets away with it more. My mother left to go and see Gabrielle and I immediately phoned her. She answered and I said "Gabrielle Mum's coming, so get rid of whoever you took back because I will get the blame." She replied "Oh Gordon Benett what does she want? We've only just woke up and I didn't want him to go yet.. He can come to your room." And before I had time to protest she had hung up. A few moments later there was another knock on the door and a good looking man about my age came walking in in a cardigan and boxer shorts. I asked if he'd seen my mother and he said "Is she the fit one?" I just said "Pardon?" and he said "Blonde, looks like she's spent all morning in the spa and getting her hair done?" That was mother. He only passed her on the corridor though. He went back and I began getting ready.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I lazed around the pool all day today as I am absolutely exhausted as did Gabrielle. My parents have been lay next to us on the phone constantly talking about varied subjects such as "And what is that property valued at? Have somebody go and view it and get back to me. Get hold of the contractors and find out what needs to be done. What meetings do I have when I get back..." Thank god I do not work. My parents don't have to, they have managers and things who could simply run it but they choose not to for some inexplicable reason. We're going to Mr. Chow for a meal tonight, me and Gabrielle used to know China (the daughter of the owner) because my father sold them their house so we may see her, however I doubt she's there. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I'll speak to you in the week, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Much love, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Kyle. </p>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-66105675041800737872008-08-24T14:19:00.001-07:002008-10-30T04:21:21.422-07:00The past week... 24th August.<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Hello, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I last wrote I was going to watch my friends in We Will Rock You which they were performing... It was amazing! It was like something that I'd pay to see on Broadway! Following the show we went out on deck for a party which the show team were doing, they sang various songs and had the majority of the passengers up dancing with them. Once they'd finished they joined us at our table for some drinks and carried on drinking until the early hours.. Kelly, Kayleigh and Ellie went to bed with some of the dancers that evening, Gabrielle was too tired and couldn't be bothered, me and Elliot wanted to sleep with them, but they're straight so we settled for one another. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We woke up in the morning in Florence and Gabrielle, Elliot and I went into the town centre early while the other girls stayed with the men they'd taken back to their suites. Gabrielle was on full form.. She got 2 pairs of shoes and a bag in Chanel, seven thousand pounds worth of dresses in Valentino along with a clutch and a ring and earrings in Gucci which totaled in excess of two thousand pounds. I got 2 Dolce & Gabbana suits and a pair of shoes in Gucci and Elliot got an Armani Collezioni croc leather jacket and 2 pairs of prada lace ups. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We put the bags into the mercedes and began the journey back. When we got back to the ship we went straight up to the pool to see the others. They told us about how their nights went last night and then we all went up stairs, they were getting ready to go into town and we were getting ready to go to the pool. I dropped off my bags, exchanged my Marc Jacobs shorts for some Abercrombie swimming ones and went to the pool. We had reserved beds everyday which didn't go down to well with the rest of the passengers but, we're paying about £700 a night, why shouldn't we get them? I felt as though we were beginning to get a reputation for ourselves.. The times when the other passengers saw us were for example, when Gabrielle drew great attention to us all with her helicopter entrance, when they saw us get our branded bags out of the chauffeured mercedes' and like today, when we went to the pool to talk to our friends in possession of thousands of pounds worth of shopping, all noticeable by the name on the bag, we were splashing money around, but we do that without trying, and to be frank, I couldn't care whether these people like us or not. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We sat around the pool enjoying the people watching and sun when one of our friends came around to see if we wished to participate in a daytime quiz. I declined, as did Elliot, however Gabrielle was bored and so took part. Bless her, she's not the brightest spark in the box. She completed the quiz and seeing as there was nobody to exchange answers with nearby, the quiz host, Marc, marked her answers for her. At least it made the afternoon more entertaining. When asked the question: What is Lance Armstrong famous for, and what has he helped raise awareness of? She wrote being the first man on the moon and life on Mars. The whole pool area erupted into laughter as Marc read her answer out and she just sat there grinning wondering why. Then she was asked what a seizure is and she wrote a roman emperor. Then she was asked to finish the simple saying: where there's smoke there's.. The obvious answer which we all know is fire; she wrote pollution. Everybody found it highly amusing, including me and she didn't know what was so funny, to her all those answers were correct. She just verified the stereotype of stupid little rich girl... Long blonde hair, fake boobs, plenty of money and not an ounce of intelligence. Gabrielle then agreed to take part in that evenings talent show which the majority of the ship would be watching just to prove she's not completely useless. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The others returned about 5 minutes before they had to be on the ship before it sailed and had also managed to spend a small fortune. At about half past 5 we all went up to our rooms to get ready for dinner, amongst other things. Elliot came back to my room for a while and then I got ready. We went for sushi and then to a show in the theatre where our friends performed which was followed by the talent show an hour later, Gabrielle hadn't been with us for most of the evening... </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The various acts performed such as singing, dancing and gymnastics and then Gabrielle was introduced. They said: Some of you may have seen this young lady around the ship or may know of her from her excellence in todays quiz, or when she joined us via helicopter on our night of departure. Gabrielle was a student at the royal ballet school in London from the age of 11 until she was 17 often taking leading roles in the show which she will performing a snippet of for you tonight.. Swan Lake. She came out with Reggie (one of the dancers) and took centre stage whilst it filled with smoke and the lights were dimmed. She did the dance and amazed the crowd by her ability to lift her leg to her ear with such ease and made the other dancers look like ametures. In a sense they were, they are not up to royal ballet standards, although they are good, they're not that good. She basically performed this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bO4AMbM1xVc ... Notice Reggie was merely a support. In the end she won, and quite rightly too, people pay up to £130 to watch a royal ballet swan lake haha. When she won she returned to the stage in a completely different outfit with more dancers to perform: I've had the time of my life. In this she did a number of lifts and leaps amongst other various things and left to a round of applause, it was said that she may be appearing in one of the shows this week. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We went and sat out on deck with the dancers and they told Gabrielle how amazed they were by her performance and how she outshone them, she of course loved the attention and lapped it up. We drank until the early hours and whilst we were chatting with our new found friends we invited them to come to the casino with us tomorrow night. As we were going to be in Villefranche for a few days and it was their night off it seemed like an ideal opportunity and something which they'd probably never get chance to do again. They said no at first due to having nothing to wear and not fitting in but we assured them they'd be fine and they agreed. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We got up in the morning and disembarked the ship expecting to find the mercedes which usually picked us up. Not today. Instead we got off to a huge crowd of people taking pictures. As we pushed our way through there was 3 black Ferrari's all lined up. The concierge came out and handed us the keys with a note, given to Kayleigh. It said: Hope you and your friends are having a lovely time... If you're going to Monte Carlo you've got to go equipped. Enjoy darling. Love Mum x </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I was given a set of keys, as was Kayleigh, as was Elliot. I went with Gabrielle, Elliot went with Ellie and Kayleigh went with Kelly. Everybody was insanely jealous but we loved it. They watched as we went driving off in the direction of Monte Carlo. Whilst we were driving there we stayed together as none of us really knew where we were going. Gabrielle was screaming in the car because she thought I was going to kill us both.. I took advantage due to the lack of speed cameras and when we finally got into the centre of Monte Carlo she was ready for killing me. I went driving down the hill to the casino roundabout fairly quick and she screamed "Kyle you are going to kill somebody!" I assured her I wasn't and just said "They all get out of the way in time don't worry." Then as we were just outside of the casino she got fed up of me nearly running people over and made me swap seats with her. Elliot was behind us revving his engine and gabrielle got in the drivers seat and stalled the car straight away. Then she turned the engine on, went about 3 feet and did it again, all the while the tourists were staring at the three identical Ferrari's which were driving in convoy, with mixed reactions. She said "Oh sod it!" got her bag, got out of the car, threw the keys at one of the valet's outside of the casino and said "Kyle tell him" to which I said in french, could you park the car with the others please and she handed him €20 and said "We'll see you all in Bulgari." She stormed off ahead and I went to get a drink. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Apparently I wasn't looking as wealthy as my sibling. She was in a Roberto Cavalli maxi dress with a Cavalli clutch and I was in a pair of cropped trousers from Gucci, a pair of monogram flip flops also from gucci and a white shirt, however when I approached the door to Bulgari the doorman just looked at me like he did all of the tourists with a look on his face meaning no other than "As if..." I took of my sunglasses, looked at him, took out my wallet and showed him the black american express and upon seeing this he flustered and opened the door immediately apologizing sincerely, I just said (in french) "Honestly, you'd think you'd have learnt a few things.." Then I spent a few thousand on a ring and when we left I said "It seems I was worthy of an entrance after-all, wouldn't you agree?" He looked embarrassed and we all left. Gabrielle, Kayleigh and myself were the only ones to purchase things in there.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We shopped for a few hours, purchasing things for the casino, and then went for lunch in Cafe de Paris. Following this we went back to the cars and drove home. The tourists however had flooded into the street outside of the casino and I must've had about 50 pictures taken, or of the cars, in the short space of time we spent there. Gabrielle didn't go in my car on the way home, I went with Kelly instead and grandmother went with Kayleigh. Kelly put the music on to the maximum and loved the speed haha. It's more fun driving this way! On the way back I got a text from Reggie saying that everyone had been talking about the Ferraris and if I'd take him for a quick spin in it before it went. I replied saying of course and to bring the others if they wanted. We got back to the ship and they were stood waiting for us, there were a few passengers in a nearby cafe staring and taking pictures of the cars too. Me, Elliot and Kayleigh took them one by one for a drive in the cars, however, I suggested those with a desire for an adrenaline rush to come with me and the others to go with Elliot and Kayleigh, they were a little more sensible but I'm a better driver ;) We took them for a quick five minute drive each and their faces lit up like children haha then we got back on the boat to have something quick to eat before beginning to get ready. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I phoned the concierge to double check the cars we had arranged were coming and she assured me that they were, then Dean and Reggie came to my room for clothes. We all said that if they wanted to come they would and could wear our clothes... I didn't mind, I will probably only wear it once anyway haha. I gave dean a navy blue suit with a white shirt which I had purchased from Spencer Hart on Saville Row, a skinny black tie from Dolce & Gabbana and some brown shoes from Prada. I lent him my Rolex GMT Master II, or what ever it's called, to top the outfit off along with a pair of 25 karat rose gold cufflinks from BRM. With each item I gave him he asked how much it was and when I told him he said "Oh my god, I have never even possessed this much money let alone wear it!" In total his outfit was in excess of approximately 8 thousand pounds. Then it was Reggie's turn. Due to him being quite well tanned I gave him a shiny black suit with a matching black shirt and a navy blue skinny tie, all from Cavalli, with a silver tie clip from Dolce & Gabbana and the patent crocodile embossed shoes which my mother sent me. Then I gave him my Bulgari watch which alone cost £4000. I told them both where my accessory trunk was and told them to go and get themselves wallets and sunglasses if they wanted them. I then changed into my new Dolce & Gabbana suit with a white shirt and silver skinny tie also from Dolce, a brown Hermes belt, Dior shoes and my Hermes cape cod 1928 watch, which cost more than my whole outfit put together. Reggie came back with a Crocodile embossed Prada wallet which matched his shoes and Dean came back with one from Louis Vuitton. I used my new Gucci patent embossed breast pocket wallet which was filled with a couple of hundred euros in cash and the black american express.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We went down to reception and waited for the others. Elliot came down shortly after with Danny. Elliot looked rather dashing in a grey 3 piece suit by Armani with a white shirt and plum tie, he wore it with a pair of Gucci laceups and an Audemars Piguet watch. He'd dressed Danny in a blue Tom Ford suit with a black tie and white shirt and black shoes by Dolce & Gabanna. A short while later the girls came dressed in red carpet attire. Gabrielle herself was in Marchesa couture and had dressed Gemma in Notte by Marchesa. Then Kayleigh came down in a floor length black Vera Wang gown. Followed by Ellie who came dressed in a black Marc Valvo couture with Heidi whom she'd put in a gorgeous one shoulder floor length red Christian Lacroix gown. Finally Kelly came down dressed in a sexy Roberto Cavalli black gown which had a slit right up one leg, she wore it with some platformed Fendi heels and her long blonde hair was put up and curled with smokey eyes... I'm gay and I thought she looked attractive! She probably had intentions of this. She'd dressed Lorna in a cream pleated Fendi dress which she looked gorgeous in. We all stood there ready and the dancers stood twitching with excitement and were astonished by one another's transformations. You'd think they were heirs not dancers. Then we all got on the tender which took us to the land where there were 3 chauffeured Bentleys, this is not how we usually do it, but it's all we could get and there's 12 of us so it was 4 per car. Whilst on the journey to the casino Lorna was saying how overwhelmed she was "I'm wearing a two thousand pound dress and four hundred pound shoes and I don't even know how much this clutch is, plus I'm getting driven to Monte Carlo casino in a Bentley.. This is so surreal." For the record, her clutch was vintage dior, so worth a fair amount. As we approached Monte Carlo we told them they'd have to blend in and try not to be so excited, they all said they'd do their best. That's all I could ask for I suppose. We also told the boys that the females who will be in the casino love money, so we gave them a couple of hundred and told them that the yacht was in the harbor if they wanted it and they only need to ask. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We all got out of the cars and headed up the steps to the casino, the dancers however saw some of the passengers from the ship and stopped to talk. Kelly just ushered them inside. When we got inside we began drinking champagne, I said I wasn't going to gamble much this evening, however Elliot was rather looking forward to it. I would, only I get frustrated when I loose. I had a quick game of Roulette while a couple of the dancers watched and I doubled my money, at which point I quit whilst I was ahead. Kelly was getting chatted up by an older looking man in a suit who had a certain look about him, she on the other hand was scanning the room for other potential men, she was looking gorgeous and in a place where she fit in well and she knew she could do better. She introduced him to Lorna, Gemma and Heidi and came over to Elliot and I at the Blackjack table. She was interested in Elliot's opponent. Being slightly tipsy already, the majority of the table was aware of this. She stood with her bare leg visible through the slit in her dress, champagne flute in one hand and clutch in the other staring at him and he glanced at her looked at the table and then looked back, realizing what was staring at him. She said to me "Have you made anyone aware that you're gay yet Kyle?" I replied "Kelly this is hardly the sort of establishment where Elliot and myself can stand groping each other whilst we kiss, you however seem to be advertising the fact that that is one of your desires..." She winked at me and said "I'm not just going to let something like that walk out of here alone now am I... and who would want that for me?" She lent over, kissed Elliot's neck, stared at the man and said, very audibly "Make sure you win" and then turned and walked away... Every man around the table watched as she did so. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Elliot did win that game and a large sum along with it. He then went on to play Craps and I went to see where everyone was. I came across Gabrielle sitting at the Blackjack table while Dean and Reggie stood with her. I asked how she was doing and they said that she'd only just sat down and commented on how little it took her to get drunk. This was a recipe for disaster. She was playing against 2 other men. She sat and winked at them both and then said to the dealer "What is this game called then and what is it that I do?" The game began and I talked her through it and then she blurted out "Well now that I have 20 shall I stop?" I looked at her and because I didn't know what reaction to have I just laughed. I feel sorry for her sometimes. She then said "Oh was I not supposed to say that.." she did a little laugh and then looked around the table and said "good job I've not got 20 really then." She did have 20 and everybody knew that, but she won it somehow anyway... They probably just felt sorry for the blonde who couldn't play. We left the table with €100 more than what we went with so she was happy and then we went over to our shrunken group of friends. It was only midnight a few of them had left already. Gemma had gone with the older looking man who was chatting up Kelly, Kayleigh had left with a 20 year old who was here with his parents. Lorna had left with a male who had been chatting her up all night and Dean and Reggie had taken 2 girls to Elliot's yacht. Left was Danny, Elliot, myself, Ellie, Kelly (who was in the corner whispering things into Elliot's opponents ear whilst his hand rubbed her exposed thigh, nothing out of the ordinary), Gabrielle (who when I looked was stood with a man who was playing Roulette, saying, "Five hundred?! My shoes are more than that!" he looked at her and smiled and then threw another chip in) and Heidi who was sat with 2 women speaking french. Ellie wasn't happy because she'd just lost some money but Elliot was quite the opposite due to his success on the gambling tables and came over and kissed me rather out of the blue. He stopped and said "I am indefinitely going home with someone tonight. I simply will not permit this night to go downhill" and carried on. Once he'd stopped, Kelly walked past hand in hand with her man (who from up close looked rather old) and said "I'm leaving now, be sure to ring me in the morning." I said goodnight and she looked at me with her distorted vision and said "It will be.. I've felt it!" </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I went to the bar to buy another drink and a man approached me. He had dark skin and dark hair which was combed over and his suit looked well tailored. He was also wearing a Cartier watch which I owned. I presumed he was going to enquire about whether my friends were available or not however he said, in french english: "I was unaware of your gay orientation, usually I can tell.." I replied in french saying "and are you complaining about the fact that I am a homosexual?" he said "No of course not, I was beginning to think my night couldn't get any better until I saw you and your friend." He was good looking and I hadn't spotted any other potential gays in here. I asked whom he was with and he pointed out another man who he said was gay too. He came over and I introduced him to Elliot... To cut a long story short, Elliot and I went home with those 2 men, to their hotels. Ellie, Heidi, Danny and Gabrielle stayed until after I'd left. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I had an amazing night in Jean-Pierre's hotel suite in the Fairmont where I usually stay during the Grand-prix, Elliot was taken just next door to the casino to the hotel de paris for a much similar night. After some more fun in the morning, I went to the rooftop pool while I made a few phone calls. I spoke to Kelly who had been taken via helicopter to the mans yacht, she still didn't know his name.. She did know that he was 43 however. She didn't care, and nor would I. They're good when they're that age, they've been around the block and learnt a few tricks. She had spoken to Lorna who was in a villa in Monaco with a 47 year old. I then spoke to Dean who was blown away by the girl he had managed to acquire and said that Reggie was too... I phoned Gabrielle, whom was still having sex. I then phoned Ellie who was in the hotel I was in. She came upstairs to meet me in a pair of mens denim shorts and a tank top with a pair of Gucci sunglasses I presumed to be unisex. She said that Gabrielle had been whisked off into a Chauffeured Rolls Royce last night, when she last saw Heidi she was stood with a hunk at a roulette table while he bought her Martini's and Danny had departed with 2 women, I asked how he'd managed that and she said she bought a bottle of Cristal and gave it to him and they came. Danny had apparently said that his home was all the way in Nice and asked the girls where they were staying and went back to their hotel. It was a great success, everyone had gone home with a stranger! It's our influence. I asked Ellie if she was ready to go and I went back to the room when Jean was asleep again, put on my pants and shirt, gathered the rest of my belongings, wrote a note saying: The sex was exceptional... and left. I got into the lobby where Ellie was stood in her dress from last night, an exclaimed "Hurry up... I look bloody ridiculous!" As I got in the car Kelly phoned and said "Do you want a lift, I'm just getting into the helicopter now..." As much as I despise flying, I was hung-over and did not have much longing to be sped around corners by an insane French driver all the way to Villefranche where we'd have to get the tender to the boat. I reluctantly agreed and we got taken to the helipad. We got in and she was sat there grinning away. I asked what she'd been doing and she said "Well I would have left much sooner, only I put my dress back on and ended up having sex again... This thing almost has as much sex appeal as me! Did you leave your numbers?" I said no, as did Ellie and she surprised us to say she had "Well once we've landed on the ship, the helicopter is going to stay there while I go and get changed and things and then I'm getting back on it and meeting him in Monte Carlo where he's going to take me shopping" I asked who she was referring to when she said <i>him</i> and she couldn't answer... There was a man who was about to spend thousands on her and she didn't even know his name haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We landed on the ship and everybody stared at us, even though we looked ridiculous in gowns and suits at 11 o'clock in the morning they still oohed at the dresses as we passed. We all went and changed and then I went to meet Ellie by the pool on our reserved beds where Kayleigh was. She told me she had an amazing night and had stayed in the mans apartment despite his family home being just 10 minutes away. She didn't leave her number. My mum phoned me whilst I was sunbathing for the usual pointless phone call. She asked how I was and then asked to speak to Gabrielle, I said "Oh she's asleep in her room, she's a little tired." The truth was, she was still where ever she went last night and having sex with whom ever it was she went home with. My mum replied "Why, what did you do last night?" I told her how we all went to the casino and didn't leave until late when she said "Kyle I hope you have not been subjecting your sister to your bad influence and encouraging one night stands, which you so blithely pursue." I gave the angelic response "Of course not mother, what do you take me for. She's asleep in her room, alone." She believed me, and then she said "She's not done anything stupid has she?" My mother always asks this since Gabrielle stayed in New York a couple of weeks ago. She didn't feel very well so she had a bath and after a short while was bored, so she got out of the bath tub and brought the telly into the bathroom so she could watch it. When she got dressed she unplugged the television to take it back into the living room, she did so and dropped it into the bath water. She then plugged it back in in the lounge and phoned reception wondering why her television wasn't working, they came and looked at it and asked if she'd done anything to it when she casually said "Well I dropped it in the bath but that's all..." Mother and Father got the bill. I assured her she hadn't as of yet and before saying goodbye she said "Oh could you go and check on the apartment your father said" I asked "What apartment?" and she replied "The one in The Regina in Nice where we used to stay, we've had it for years Kyle." I thought we'd sold it but clearly not. I said I would and then said goodbye. I then immediately phoned Gabrielle and told her to go on the way back, she said ok. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I sunbathed all day and recovered from my hangover as everyone returned one by one. Kelly had left in the helicopter by 1 o'clock and Ellie, Kayleigh and I were asleep by half past. I was woken again by the helicopter coming back at half past 5 as was, Elliot, Gabrielle, Kayleigh, Ellie and the rest of the sleeping passengers. She got out of the helicopter alone and came to the pool-side with about 10 bags, knocking people as she passed them. She'd got, a skirt and dress from Prada, some luggage from Louis, bags in Dior, skirts, blouses and bags from Chanel and jewelry from Bulgari. Everybody stared as she took the things out of the bags to show us, I pretended not to notice but they weren't in the slightest way subtle. When she bent down to show Gabrielle some earrings she'd just bought from Bulgari Gabrielle curled up her nose and said said "What have you had for lunch, your breath smells funny" Kelly said "Oh sorry about that, I said thank you to John/James/Alex/Jack, him, in my own special way on the journey home" I was repulsed but Gabrielle didn't seem bothered, she then said "Ahh did you take a little picnic on the helicopter for him?" We all just stared at her as she sat waiting for a reply, Kelly just said "Well I suppose I did have a mouthful yes darling" Gabrielle said "Ahh that's sweet" as Ellie said "Stop!" the images obviously weren't helping her hangover. Kelly went upstairs and we resumed sunbathing. I think the sun is affecting Gabrielle's brain somewhat, she has excelled her self recently. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We didn't do anything that evening apart from watch our friends in the show and then have an early night. Heidi had left with the hunk to his yacht and told him how she worked on the cruise ship. He then took her out and bought her 4 outfits from Chanel, Prada and Dior. She is going to stay in touch. On Wednesday when we got up we went out on the yacht in around Monaco all day with the dancers however they had to go back early to rehearse. They performed Dancing Queen that evening and some of them went to bed with the girls and Elliot and I went together. Thursday was spent in Nice, Friday in Sardinia and then Saturday Sicily. On Saturday evening Gabrielle took the leading role in Chicago which the show team performed and everybody loved her. She is also a talented singer so she was better than the others overall. Today we've been at sea all day as the ship makes it's way back to Naples. We didn't sail until about 11 o'clock this morning so we should be there when we wake up tomorrow. Me and Gabrielle are going to go and see our parents in Beverly Hills before they leave next week to go to Barbados and we head to New York. The dancers have 10 weeks left on their contracts until they have time of so we've said that we'll meet up sometime. The whole ship is having a farewell party this evening so I shall be rather drunk no doubt. I'll speak to you some time next week.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Much love, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Kyle. </p>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-39785867187827046182008-08-17T14:04:00.001-07:002008-10-30T04:21:21.423-07:00moved on... Again<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Hi...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Sorry I've not wrote much, I broke my laptop... Well I didn't, Kayleigh did. We were in Elliot's room one night, drunk, and she used my laptop to buy a new song off the internet and when she'd got it, began dancing with the laptop just holding the screen. Bearing in mind that my laptop is a macbook air it's not the toughest of computers. As you can imagine, after being swung around by the screen for the entire duration of a song, it completely detached it's self from the rest of the computer so I was left with 2 halves. I found it amusing at the time, as did she, however when I woke up on Wednesday morning I realized what she'd done. I phoned Jackie when I got up to see if she could get me another one sent over, however it's her holidays and she's at our house on Paradise island with her husband. Great; I feel like the world has come to an end when she's on her holidays, however Kayleigh phoned her mother and had one sent over which she paid for, seeing as she was the one who broke it.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On Friday, the same day as the arrival of my laptop, we went out onto the yacht to sunbathe and then went into the town to have a look around the shops. Whilst taking a break from the heat we sat in a cafe next to a group of 4 men and 5 women. All of us had our eyes on the men from the moment we walked in. They had toned bodies, amazing tans, were english and seemed like fun. A couple of them also had their eyes on the girls. We got talking and we learnt that they were the entertainment crew on a ship which had docked in naples before sailing in 2 days time. They had a range of skills, ranging from Ice Skating to Ballet and had lived together on the ship for the past 7 months putting on performances to the passengers. We invited them back to our yacht (which they were amazed by) and we had a few drinks and ended up being drunk. They came back to our hotel rooms and we all ended up sleeping with someone, Elliot and I slept with girls which wasn't ideal but, it was sex. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we got up in the morning we all went out into the town for some brunch and they asked if we'd consider going on the cruise. It would be sailing all around the Mediterranean for the next 2 weeks, stopping off in different places every day. It didn't take much thought. After the one we had planned for my birthday being a hoax and also seeing as we hadn't made any friends here on Capri and I personally had only slept with 2 strangers which is abysmal, we agreed and got back on the yacht and sunbathed on deck all the way to Naples. When we arrived there and parked up along side the enormous cruise ship we went and boarded with the entertainment people. They took us to the relevant people in order to book rooms. The lady said that they were sailing with near capacity and unfortunately they only have suites left. The look on her face as she was greeted by 4 black american express cards on the desk told us she'd realized the "unfortunately" was completely unnecessary. Although at £500 + a night it was quite understandable why she'd say such a thing. We booked the 4 of the best and got back on the yacht to go and pack. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On the way I phoned Gabrielle and asked if she'd like to join us on the cruise, she jumped at the offer as she'd not seen me for a couple of months or however long it's been. She said she'd sort it out and ring me later on. I packed up the majority of my things, leaving out clothes for that evening and an outfit for Sunday (sailing day.) We took our packed cases to the yacht and left them there for the evening whilst we went out for tea. We were on our best behavior as we knew we'd be getting drunk most nights on the ship. Gabrielle phoned me that evening and said that she'd be getting a flight tomorrow evening... It was leaving tomorrow evening. She said "I'm aware of that Kyle, I have made arrangements. I'm going to get a helicopter onto the ship from the airport regardless of whether you've sailed or not. It will be fine, see you tomorrow dear!" and that was that. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we got up in the morning we packed our clothes into our holdalls along with other various things we hadn't already packed and went and got onto the yacht to go to the cruise ship. We sat in the lounge for the journey and when we arrived said goodbye to the crew and went and met the concierge who was waiting to greet us. She had people come and collect our luggage and take it to the rooms. She informed us that we were the most important passengers on the ship and therefore any of our needs would be catered for haha. Suck up. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We went into our rooms and I unpacked before going to the gym for a much needed work out, by this time it was about 4 o'clock. When I got in there I was with one of the dancers, Gemma, who was running on the treadmill. We chatted and then she left to prepare for this evenings show and I carried on with my intense work out. At about 7 I went to my room for a shower. I spoke to Elliot on the phone who had been on the ice rink all afternoon with another Gemma showing off. Once I was ready I attempted going to meet everyone in Elliot's room and when I got in the lift Ellie, Kayleigh and Kelly were all stood in there pressing buttons. I asked what on earth they were doing and they told me that they couldn't get onto Elliot's floor. Elliot had managed to win the argument of getting the best suite and therefore had the entire floor to which you could only gain access to with his card. We phoned him and he called the lift to his floor so we could get into his room. His room was quite a bit larger than ours and had a huge piano in there, which no doubt would be getting played on one of those drunken nights which lay ahead of us. The ship was sailing at 9 so we went to the sushi restaurant and had some tea. I was in a white shirt, black pants and brown shoes all by Armani, Elliot was in Grey Prada pants, D&G shirt and Ferragmo shoes, Ellie was wearing a giles dress with some Fendi shoes, Kayleigh was in a Bill Blass dress with Laboutins and Kelly was wearing a Lela Rose dress with Alexander McQueen shoes. Following dinner we went out onto the deck where a band played for our depart. As the engines started all of our friends from the entertainment team came out and provided us with a more upbeat departure. About half an hour into the departure there was a helicopter overhead.. Gabrielle. It had descended until it was just above the ship, causing everyone's hair to blow and the music to be inaudible, after a few seconds of chaos when the ship had moved forward a bit the helipad was right under the helicopter where it landed. She got out of the helicopter leaving all the luggage to be collected by the bell boys and everyone watched as she made her way down the stairs to where we were sat. Dressed in a pair of leather Alexander McQueen jeans, plain white top, studded gucci heels and a bright green Marc Jacobs bag she looked amazing. I ran up and hugged her when Dean, one of the singers, shouted "Don't worry ladies and gentleman, it's just another addition to the McQuillan party!" and carried on singing... Everyone was staring by this point, they probably had suspicions of wealth anyway however now that one of us had arrived in a helicopter they realized the vastness of it. We would no doubt be getting watched like hawks for the rest of the holiday. All the waiters know our names too which is strange...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We didn't stay up too late and woke up this morning in Cittevatchia, the port for Rome. We got dressed and disembarked to our Mercedes' which were waiting to take us into the capital. We've shopped all day near to the spanish steps in Dior, Louis Vuitton, Fendi... and then came back to this ship at about 5 ready for sailing at half past. Just as we pulled up in the cars 2 coaches arrived which was truly marvelous. Just so 100 of the other passengers could see us showing our money off, incase they missed Gabrielle's grand entrance.. There they stood and watched, without a hint of subtleness, as the branded bags were pulled out of the cars and we got back on board where more people stared as we made our way through the ship to reception to get keys for each others rooms. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We've just finished dinner which we had in the steakhouse and I've just nipped to the room before going to watch our friends in we will rock you in the show lounge. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I shall speak to you some time this week.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Much love. </p>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-77034975955204930012008-08-03T07:45:00.000-07:002008-10-30T04:21:21.424-07:00Capri.. 3rd August<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Hi,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I'm in Capri now! It's amazing! We had a good time in Portofino though.. The last night being no exception. We all got ready and headed for Carlos' yacht. We got on there and everybody was drunk already due to our late arrival. I began drinking Dissarano and coke with Elliot while the girls were on wine. Kelly being the bad influence she is (on everyone) got the girls drunk within the hour and it wasn't long after until the Dissarano I'd been sipping through a straw went straight to my head and I took to the dancefloor. As always, when one of the brats I call my best friends is not entirely please with something they see to it that it's fixed. The problem this evening being the music. Once again Carlos, quite understandably, had put Italian music on the stereo for what he thought to be entertainment. Wrong. As I was sat having a drink with Rob, Elliot and Paulo Kelly came over behind us and said "Jesus Christ you two... I've been shouting and waving you like a drowning prostitute! Do either of you have your Ipods with you?" We told her we hadn't and she said "I cannot cope any longer. This noise is turning my last night into a Predicament!" She took her Blackberry out of her clutch along with a pen from the hotel and dialed the number off it. They answered and she said "Can you put me through to the Concierge... Good Evening it's Kelly Moss here from one of the suites." I persume he asked how he could help and she said "I need my Ipod. Now. So can you have someone go up to my room and get it. There's a black YSL bag on the floor somewhere and it's in there." I realised I hadn't brought any contraception out with me and I asked Elliot if he had any and he said he'd told me to bring them - he hadn't. I informed Kelly to tell the concierge to have the person get a packet of condoms when Paulo and Rob simultaneously said "I have condoms" I looked at them and said "Who said I'm going home with either of you two tonight" I laughed and winked at them. I was going home with them.. There's no other option, apart from alone. Kelly looked at me like as if I'd just asked her to translate a french essay for me and threw me her clutch. I opened the vastly oversized thing and in there was some makeup, perfume and at least 30 condoms of various flavors and sizes. I looked at her and said.. "Having sex tonight then?" She was still on the phone and said "Is the Pope Jewish?" I assured her that he wasn't and she said "Well you know what I mean... Of course I am! I've already had some action tonight..." She pointed out a not very good looking man "That man there, has amazing hands. One of the italian girls recommended him and he played me like a bloody Piano. I couldn't look at him though; so deeply unattractive. It's a shame really. His talents will never get noticed being given to him. Give them to well, not you two" she noticed Paulo"Three, because you already posses them, say that personal shopper I slept with. He was gorgeous but absolutely abysmal in bed and the foreplay field." She realised she was still on the phone to the concierge and said "Oh I forgot you were still there" The phone had been stuck to her ear all through that speech, how could she have forgotten? She told him where the yacht was and he said he'd have it with her in a few moments. Meanwhile Elliot and I took some condoms from her clutch and handed it back. She hung up from and said "Shall we join the mile high club on the way to Capri?" I looked at her as though she was an idiot, as she usually did me, and said "Unless you wish to straddle me in front of everyone whilst I sit strapped in and clutching the arm rests, then yes by all means.. Otherwise no." she looked at Elliot and he said "I'm already a member." She told him she was too.. Obviously, and he said "Well we won't have enough time anyway... It's only an hour" She realised that was not enough time for any of us to have sex and decided she'd do it with him next time we go to New York. Filth! Haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">A few minutes later she reappeared from the crowed and went to the doorway where one of the bellboy's was stood with her ipod touch in his hands. She said "Ah marvelous... Just hold your hands out for me" He did so and she emptied the contents of her bag, including the condoms, into his hands. He looked puzzled and then she said "Oh.. Tip it all back in." He did so and she bellowed "Kyle darling.. Wallet" I threw it to her and like a true drunken blonde: she clapped her hands together in order to catch it when it had all ready hit her boobs and was falling to the floor. She picked it up and handed the boy/man a €5 note and he went on his way. Seconds later Kelly's recently updated ipod was being played full blast. Elliot and I got up for a dance with Ellie and Kayleigh.. Kelly was in the centre of about 4 men and was therefore unreachable. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">As the party went on and state of drunkenness worsened I began chatting and dancing with Paulo and when the clock struck 4 we left. Put it this way... I didn't get to sleep until about 7 and I don't think next door did either. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On Monday I got up quite early and left Paulo in bed with intentions of packing my case. That didn't quite go to plan... I walked out dressed in nothing but a pair of Calvin Klein boxers and I went to the lounge and pulled one of my trunks out from under the table (while my bum was sticking up in the air) when someone who I persumed to be Elliot came walking in behind me. I turned around and saw a tanned muscley hunk walking out of Elliot's room towards me (he was going to the kitchen.) I showed that charming smile of mine and, well, to cut a long story short, one thing led to another and I didn't end up packing until 2 hours later. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I left The Splendido hotel in Portofino at half past 4 in the afternoon, (when I was checking out Eva Longoria was checking in) in order to get a punctual arrival at the airport for 6. I was however, making this journey alone. Elliot, Kelly, Kayleigh and Ellie went by air and I was going by road. I was already going to have to endure a flight so I wanted to minimize the amount of air time by as much as possible. I managed to cram all my cases into the car. There were 3 trunks in the boot, 2 cases on the passenger seat and a few next to me in the back and on the floor. We were limited for space.. We all had about 6 each to begin with however, the clothes which we've worn have been sent home because they won't get worn again whilst we're away; or ever in some cases. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I arrived at the airport just 5 minutes before the others and met them in the terminal. I was wearing some Military/cargo pants, some sandals which took about 5 hours to get on because of all the straps and buckles, a tight khaki low crew neck t-shirt and a military cap all by Dolce & Gabbana with some DVB aviators, I also had my monogram gucci duffel which is from the new winter collection. Ellie was wearing a pair of jeans with some Giuseppe Zanotti shoes, a Paul & Joe cardigan which went down to about her knee, a plain white top and an oversized Miu Miu bag. Kayeligh was wearing a plain white Narciso Rodriguez dress with some Gold Jimmy Choo's and a Marni bag. Kelly was wearing a Cavalli Kaftan style top with some white jeans, Robert Sanderson studded heels and a Pauric Sweeney python bag. Elliot had a pair of dark denim jeans on from Seven, a low V neck white tshirt, a grey Dolce & Gabbana waistcoat, a Fendi neckscarf and my Dolce & Gabbana high-top trainers. We all checked in, our luggage was taken to the plane and we went into the VIP lounge.. It was disgusting. It looked like a cheap B&B you'd expect to find in Ibiza. I almost felt as though I didn't want to sit down. We could have just gone straight to the plane but I get scared just being on it so I insisted we sat in here for a while whilst I tried to get drunk. I sound like some sort of alcoholic but I can assure you, it is a necessity. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We sat in the repulsive room for about half and hour until our jet was ready. In which time I consumed a vast amount of alcohol and went to the toilet every 10 minutes - literally. As we walked to the plane I could feel the alcohol going to my head. Excellent. The plane journey should not be one to cause a nervous breakdown if I'm somewhat drunk. We got on the jet and I sat in my leather recliner strapped as tightly as possible clutching the arm rest. The others sat around me chatting away to the air hostess and each other whilst I shut them out and took deep breaths. Then they dimmed the lights and the engines turned on and my stomach flipped. It always did when they did that (my heart rate has increased just writing this!) As we accelerated down the runway I gripped the armrest tightly, shut my eyes, took deep breaths and listened to des'ree - Kissing you on my ipod in an attempt to calm myself down. After being in the air for a traumatic 10 minutes I fell to sleep. I hardly slept at all last night and I was slightly tipsy so it was inevitable yet intentional. I was woken by Elliot when we'd landed in Naples. It was such a relief! I collected my bag and got off the plane where there was a mercedes CL coupe like my mothers waiting to take me to the port and a helicopter waiting to take them to Capri. There was a problem as soon as we saw it. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The Helicopter was not the Sikorsky 76 model which normally picks us up from airports.. It was significantly smaller than that, therefore meaning that hardly any of the cases were going to fit in it. There was usually a squeeze anyway and cars had to be ordered however with this there was no chance. I asked my chauffer if he could have a people carrier or estate car brought to the airport immediately, he got on the phone and he assured us that one would be here within the next minutes. I then attempted to get my cases into the car. I got 3 trunks in the boot (just about) and the rest of my bags were once again piled in the car. A member of staff from the airport came and unloaded the cases from the plane and put them in a huge pile in the middle of the ground. We looked like a bunch of useless rich kids.. I suppose we were actually. There we all stood in oversized sunglasses with a pile of Louis Vuitton luggage, a private jet, a helicopter and a blacked out window mercedes whilst there were planes taxiing past us on the way to the terminal - you could see the various minute faces staring through the windows at us. The staff from the airport managed to get 2 trunks into the helicopter and one of them threw one in... Mistake. Mouth-almighty Kelly noticed and shouted "Excuse me! If it's not too much trouble would you like to handle my luggage with a bit more care please! That case alone is worth thousands not to mention the contents." She was getting moody due to the inconvenience. It was awful. I couldn't hear a thing anyone was saying, my head was spinning slightly (alcohol I expect), it was blowing a bloody gail and I kept on getting bits of Ellie's hair blown in my mouth from standing next to her. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Ellie, Elliot and Kayleigh went and sat in the helicopter and I waited with Kelly as she nagged my chauffeur about how long the car would be. Once 15 minutes had passed she asked again. He told her it wouldn't be long. She said "Jesus Christ! I am reaching for the stars when I ask for a Sikorsky helicopter or a car to arrive as it seems nobody can accomplish such tasks which I thought to be fairly simple! The incompetance of some people is overwhelming." Somebody's p.a was going to be getting a grilling. See what I mean - brats; if we don't get our own way then somebody pays. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I was unaware that mercedes made monstrosities such as the one which arrived to take the luggage, however it did the job and it all fit in. They headed to Capri whilst I headed to the port. After about 10 minutes in the car I went into my gucci duffel to check my blackberry. It wasn't there and I knew exactly where it was... In the little compartment on the windowsill on the plane. Great. I brought a spare though, it was in the accessory case. I had the driver pull over while I went into the boot, tooke out one case and left it on the hardshoulder while I searched through the other for my phone box. Everyone was staring but I didn't care, I needed a phone! I found it and the driver put the cases back in the boot while I used the phone which was built into the car. I had Jackie's number wrote down in my hermes agenda which was in my duffel thankfully so I called her immediately. I told her what I'd done and she said "ok, it won't be a minute." She knows what to do. Gabrielle and I are doing this all the time. She rings up the people who you have to ring in that situation (who, I don't know) and has the sim card which I have spare activated with the my old number and contract. She asks me to read her out all these numbers of my spare simcards before I leave so she can do it. I don't have a clue. I turned on the Vertu brick and waited for a moment before recieving a message informing me that it had been activated. This thing actually was a brick. It was an 18k solid gold phone which had no camera and was quite a lot larger than my blackberry. I phoned Jackie, she told me that she had recieved my clothes I'd posted and they're in the drawing room in my house. Gabrielle is now in Beverly Hills with my mother and father and there was no damage to the house - she checked herself. And she is looking after my car tracking devices. They're these little things that I have for each car. I have to keep it with me if I'm out or in the car, usually I only take the one for the car I'm using and hide the others in a wardrobe or something. What it does is if the engine is started when the thing isn't in the car then the tracking device on the car starts. Quite cleaver really. She also said that the hotel were asking where I would be. Next I phoned them. I had a chat with Carolyn on reception whom I liked. She filled me in on some gossip as did I her and she told me that I'd recieved a book from Dolce & Gabbana because I'm regarded as an important customer and it's in aid of the new men's store which they've opened. I got a David Gandy calendar at Christmas too which was rather pleasant haha. She said she'd posted that on to the hotel. Also my fashion week tickets have began arriving which is marvelous. My sucking up,favors and connections have paid off haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We arrived at the port in what seemed like no time. I let the drivers and the crew take the luggage on board and I went and sat out on deck and read a magazine. The sea was calm and the sun was hot so it was perfect. As I flicked through the pages of GQ I noticed that The Splendido hotel where I had just been staying was in there as was the hotel suite which we've booked into on Capri. I'm so ahead of time haha. We passed a few hydrofoils which were rammed with tourists on the journey to Capri, who will no doubt have thought I was somesort of celebrity. Before now I have sailed past the Trumps, Niomi Cambell, Kate Moss and Mariah Carey on my way over to Capri so I guess they presumed I was someone. They waved and I waved back, a few were taking pictures which was annoying but they were the socks with sandles kind of people who had their cameras around their necks and sunblock smeared across their faces which was shadowed by a very demode fishing hat. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When the boat docked in the same place the tourists boats did I got off and and walked with 2 men behind me carring Louis Vuitton trunks and Prada and Gucci cases. Of course this drew some attention for the hopeful celebrity spotters, I walked by and got into the car which was awaiting me and sent some texts. The crew and chauffeur loaded in the luggage whilst a few people walked past the car and attempted to casually stare in, however failed due to the windows being blacked out. They were so annoying! If I can't stand it and I'm not a celebrity imagine what it must be like for them! I got to the hotel and went to check in. The lady informed me that the hotel was somewhat full and I hadn't got the room I usually do. Elliot was in one of the penthouses which had a pool and garden and a gym, Ellie was in the Warhol which featured originals of the artists work, Kelly the hepburn, I the monroe, and Kayleigh was in the Callas. I got given a fiar amount of post which I love! Becuase I don't pay any bills I never really get post apart from invitations and things or my magazines or clothes I've ordered. I went up to my room and called the others to tell them I'd arrived, they told me we were leaving for tea in half an hour! Shit. I tipped the bellboy who just brought my cases up and went and got in the shower. I threw open my cases and put on some grey pants from Armani collezioni, a white shirt from Dolce, an orange Hermes belt, a pair of Prada shoes, a gold McQueen scarf and my white and gold Chanel J12 watch. I went down to the lobby and asked reception to send someone up to unpack my things. I had a huge walk in wardrobe and 6 cases and no energy to unpack. I said that the cases were more or less organized into categories anyway so it shouldn't take long. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We dined in the hotel which never failed to amaze. It was delicious. I had cheese filled Raviolli followed by Raw Red shrimps with caviar and a salad. When we'd finished and let our food digest we all went to bed. Due to our sheer lack of sleep last night and travelling today we were all exhausted! I got into my room which was lovely and tidy. My cases were no longer open with clothes pouring out of them, instead they were in the back of the wardrobe where all my clothes hung neatly. I opened my post which was the photo book from Dolce & Gabbana which showed the fall collection which I would be purchasing this week. It looked nice. I also had a pair of shoes which my mother had posted over for me. They were patent leather crocodile embossed attached with the note: Enjoy Capri darling. Love Mum xo. Bless her. I'll buy her something this week while I'm here :). </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Tuesday and Wednesday were much the same, we spent those days catching up on lost sleep, sunbathing and dining in the hotel. On Thursday we spent the day on the yacht at the harbour at the back, we parked up and soon there was about 15 other yachts surrounding us. It could have been Prince Harry on there or something haha. We tactically avoided the path of the hyrofoils so we didn't get gawped at. We went into Capri at about 1 o'clock to have a look around the shops. We got changed slightly of course. Kayleigh was wearing a Stella McCartney jumpsuit with a pair of black and grey Laboutin heels and an Alexander McQueen bag. Ellie wore a Roberto Cavalli floral dress with a pair of red strappy Jimmy Choos, gold bangles, Bvulgari sunglasses and a YSL bag. Kelly wore an Issa dress with a Micheal Kors bikini under with a pair of new Jimmy Choo gladiator strappy heels, Dior sunglasses and a Mulberry bag. Elliot wore a pair of tailored shorts from Band of Outsiders with a bright green belt from Paul Smith, a white shirt which was open and some gucci slip ons. I had on a pair of grey tailored pants with a khaki cardigan and a loose fitting white vest top and those flip flops which drove me insane yet looked amazingly good all by Dolce & Gabbana with a pair of 18K gold Dita sunglasses which I picked up when I went for a run the other morning haha. The winter clothes have begun arriving in some stores which I am incredably excited about. I spotted a few things I liked in fashion week earlier in the year so it will be hardcore shopping in order to update my wardrobe. I tried not to buy too much because I'll end up having got everything I like within a week and then I'll be bored. I got mother the new large Hysteria bag in Black and Gabrielle the same however in a clutch from Gucci. Also in Gucci I got myself a messenger bag from the winter collection which has a studded strap and a large gucci crest on the front. Then we went to Louis Vuitton where they all dropped a fortune, however due to me having just dropped in excess of €3000 I felt I had done a fair amount of shopping for today. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">A couple of hours and a few thousand euros later we went back onto the yacht to have some lunch. With it being 4 o'clock the majority of tourists were beginning to make their way back to the mainland, therefore meaning they were all in the harbor. The five of us walked with some 20 shopping bags between us to the yacht. Elliot, Ellie and I walked ahead, Ellie was holding Elliot's hand probably so that they looked like some amazing couple haha. As we made our way to the yacht I heard Kelly shout me I turned and she and Kayleigh were stood talking to a man whom I didn't recognize at first, I thought she'd shouted me to get rid of him however when I got to her side it was Dj Coleman. He is a world renowned Dj who does fashion events. He Dj'd at the CFDA awards and many fashion week runway's. Kelly knows him through some parties she's attended and has ended up sleeping with him at nearly every one. She'll often get a text when he's in London asking does she want to meet up or he'll invite her (along with us) to one of the parties. She said "What brings you to Capri, is there a party you've not told me about?" He assured her there wasn't and told her he'd just nipped for the day as he's been in Milan talking to "Dolce & Gabbana's people." He then said "Going to fashion week I expect Kayleigh?" She replied "Of course, skipping London though I think. I don't doubt you'll be there providing your excellent talents." "Of course, I am the best in my industry" He was good. I read that he'd described himself not as a Dj but a music stylist haha. He then asked me if Gabrielle would be coming and I told him she was and he said "Oh excellent" I said "Unfortunately not Coleman, she's got a boyfriend. I'm always available though haha" He replied with his usual jokey "Oh fuck off Kyle haha, if I do ever decide to swing the other way then you'll be top of the list of gays who wish to sleep with me, amongst the models and fashionistas. Speaking of which... Some models have started using bum cream under their eyes to get rid of wrinkles. Apparently it makes the capillaries in your bum contract so they put it under their eyes and it does the same. How fucking crazy is that!? They're doing it after they've been out on the jazz all night and come in for a show." I love this sort of gossip. We all stood and chatted for a while and we said we'd see him at fashion week in September if not before. He went and got into an open top taxi and we went onto the yacht. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Whilst on the yacht we had lunch out on deck and chatted. Kelly was texting on her phone all the while giving the occasional smirk and texting back. She asked us what time we were going for tea and when we asked why she said I'm going to have sex with Coleman Ellie said "Kelly, you can do so much better. He's not very good looking." I didn't think he was too bad. Kelly replied "I know. It's rare I come across someone who I can't do better than darling but he'll get us into an after-party and if he's doing the Dj'ing it'll be good." She no longer minded. Then Kayleigh interrupted and said "Well Kyle can I go back to your room then?" I nodded and Ellie began to ask Elliot when he said "Yes of course." We went back at about 5 and all went to our allocated rooms for sex. About 2 and a half hours later when Kayleigh had just left there was a nock on my door. I opened the door in my underwear as I thought it was Kayleigh again but it was Coleman. He said "Is this how you normally answer your door?" I said "I thought you were Kayleigh... What do you want?" He walked in and said "You've gone bigger since I last saw you. No wonder you're living that slut's life like Kelly. Oh anyway I need underwear." I looked at him in confusion and said "Did you decide to come out commando today Coleman?" He said "I couldn't find them." I said "Oh" as I knew the feeling. I was always taking mens underwear after I'd slept with them. I went into the draw and got him out a pair of boxed Calvin's and he went into the bathroom to put them on and told me to ring reception for a car. He told me he was leaving now to get his helicopter. I said goodbye and he left then I began getting ready.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We went and dined in a Pizzeria that evening and looked out over the harbor and Sorrento. After our meal we went for a little walk and then got a taxi back to the hotel. We spent Friday and Saturday doing the same as Thursday only we stayed on the yacht as opposed to going shopping. It's been so fun. I can even people watch when I'm on the yacht because there's people jet skiing and things haha. I'll make some friends soon haha. I found a picture of what it's like just so you can get an idea of how we spend our day times: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:View_of_capri_2.jpg ... Yachts everywhere! I love it! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Speak soon, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Much love. </p>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-74098187960010182272008-07-27T17:25:00.000-07:002008-10-30T04:21:21.425-07:00The past week.. 27th July<div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Hi...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Sorry I've not been writing much, I've been busy... doing nothing. Since we last spoke I have been repeating the same days over and over, with the exception that some nights I've stayed in as opposed to going to Carlos' yacht for a party. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The parties have been much the same, however, there is new men on the market... Thankfully... Or so I thought. After sleeping with Paulo a couple more times he introduced me to a couple of his friends who'd come from Milan. They were both as good looking as one another and had been an item recently. On the first night we met I went back to Rafaelle's (Cannot spell it) hotel room for a near suicide evening. He was only 2 years older than I, despite his complete lack of personality. I went back to his suite anticipating a night of amazing sex and when I got there, much to my dismay, I experienced quite the opposite. We walked in and I expected him to lead me straight to the bedroom, like what happens in the majority of cases, not this one... He took me into the living room and said "What would you like: Red or White?" I knew it was going be crap from that moment onwards. I despise doing that; sitting and playing happy couples, getting to know each other... I'm there for the sex, I'm not looking for a relationship; people don't even get my number so this information which they bore me with is completely pointless. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Pointless wasn't the word to describe Raf's conversations... We sat and he talked to me about the economy, stock market, politics and various other subjects post those however I seemed to be sleeping with my eyes open by that point. I sat gazing into space, thinking about what Elliot would be doing with the other man... It was torture. I gave the occasional grunt, "mm" and "Oh really" and when he asked what I thought I just said "I agree with you :)." Whilst he was telling me something about a recession I text Elliot saying: Hope you're having a nice night, I'm bored to tears here with my 50 year old in a 20 year old's sexual body. He text me back more or less immediately saying: "Jesus Christ Kyle, bored is not the word! I know about the past 6 presidents and how they helped and ruined the country. Shall we ditch these losers and go and have our own fun?!" I felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders, I stood up and got my leather jacket and he said "Are you leaving" I said yes and he said "Why? We're having a deep conversation" I sighed and said "Raf, you may aswell go and tell it to your blender, I haven't the slightest clue what you were talking about and I mean this in the nicest possible way, I couldn't care less." He got defensive and said "How dare you" I really didn't have time for this, I wanted sex about 3 hours ago and he had failed to satisfy me, so as you can imagine, my fuse was short. I told him "I was so bored it was almost comical. Now, I'm leaving to have the night which I initially intended on having which will involve at least some sexual activity, quite the opposite to this endurance. Good Night." </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Once I'd left I practically ran through the hotel to meet up with Elliot and we went to his yacht. When we went on board the crew were nowhere to be seen and it was a complete mess. Elliot thought that it'd been robbed however I knew what it was straight away... I went upstairs and went into the master bedroom and Kelly was in there with a male whom I recognized from the parties. I showed the explanation of the mess to Elliot and we left more or less immediately.. She was gripping the bed linen and twitching, cannot disturb an orgasm like that haha. Me and Elliot went downstairs to have intercourse and a couple of hours later we went and sat in the Lounge; shortly afterwards Kelly came down and sat with us as did her man... mistake. She looked at him and he looked back and she started waving her arms and saying "Noooo!" I guessed he didn't speak English, she then started pointing at the door and saying "Ciao" whilst smiling at him as though he was some sort of remedial. Eventually, after much hand action from Kelly he left and once he'd done so she turned to us and said "complete and utter let down!" Elliot and I filled her in on our night of sheer thrill and she decided hers wasn't so bad after all. It seems he knew how to use his tongue and fingers but when it came to his penis "well it was like a fraction of a pencil... Absolutely diabolical!" after her queries of whether it was definitely in or not were confirmed she told him to go back under the covers. At least she got some sex, Elliot and I didn't even see a naked body except for each others. It seems she'd come on to the boat with her legs around his torso and the crew didn't know what to do so she gave them some money and told them to go out, they did so and said "The condoms are in the top draw Miss Moss" haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">The day times have been much the same: catching up on lost sleep, exchanging sex stories and sunbathing... Nothing too exhilarating. We're all certainly a bit bored now and need a change of scenery, we talked about Milan, however it's inland so we'll be even more bored there. So we've decided to go to Capri... It's not all smiles and cheers though, it means taking a plane! I was going to get driven, however it would take in excess of 6 hours and less than 1 hour via jet so I decided I'd just get drunk and sleep for the duration. The others then want a helicopter from Naples airport to take them to Capri. I draw the line at suffering a jet journey. Whilst we all phoned p.a's to organize a jet, helicopter and other various things, I phoned Jackie, my parent's assistant to have her organize me a chauffeur from the airport to take me to the marina where the yacht will be waiting for me to take me over to Capri. Success. Now whilst everything is organized for me all I have to worry about is the flight, and worry one shall! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We're going to go to the party tonight to get ourselves highly intoxicated seeing as we're leaving tomorrow... I want mind blowing farewell sex from Paulo haha. I simply adore sleeping with him! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I must go and finish getting ready now, the hairdresser has just finished tightening Kelly's extensions so she's going to trim my hair. I shall speak to you when I'm on Capri. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Much love, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Kyle. </p> </div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051054433399992822.post-86414336538230897742008-07-17T11:19:00.000-07:002008-10-30T04:21:21.426-07:00The past week... 17th July<div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Hello!</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On Thursday we all got up at about 11 and decided to we'd spend the day on the yacht. I got up and showered and then packed my Gucci beach bag to take with me. We all walked to the marina and walked past various yachts on the way to ours, one of which was Carlos'. Everyone who we'd slept with, got drunk with and partied with congregated here. The four of us, Elliot, Kayeligh, Ellie and myself are somewhat distinguishable amoungst the many Italians. The girls with hair down their backs, one being platinum, whilst me and Elliot had 6ft broad frames - the majority of Italians failed to reach 5ft 6. Once we came within 100 yards of the yacht people were waving... It was safe to say plans of a quiet day alone were no longer apparent - marvelous!</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We walked up to the yacht with no doubt in our minds of being stopped, which we did. They asked if we were going onto their boat when we said "no actually, ours is just around the corner we're going there." They looked disappointed when the two men whom Ellie and Kayleigh had took home with them the other night came out - shirtless. They were gorgeous! They walked over and kissed the girls whilst me and Elliot walked ahead. We boarded Elliot's yacht and put on some music. Shortly afterwards Ellie, Kayeleigh and their 2 men came on. We sunbathed for a few hours and we all went up stairs at various points throughout the day (Elliot and I together.) I'd forgotten how good that bed was! Things to hold onto ;) By the time we'd done we'd all sexually satisfied ourselves it was time to back to the Marina, we did so and made our way back to the hotel. The Italian men parted ways with us and they asked if we'd be seeing them later, we said probably - they were the only who provided a sense of party in the whole bay. We went back to the hotel and changed for tea; I wore my Dolce & Gabbana distressed jeans with a Dolce & Gabbana bronze, metallic v neck sweater which had black cuffs and neck with a black neck scarf and my Military boots. Elliot wore white pants with a navy cardigan and white shirt all from Louis Vuittton; Kayleigh wore a Pucci dress with some Monalo's and a Miu Miu bag; Ellie wore a Thread Social dress with a brown Fendi spy and some brown Laboutin platforms.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We went out for a gorgeous meal however finished quite early and so made our way to Carlos' yacht where the party happens. On the way I got a phone call from my sister Gabrielle, she was drunk. She told me that she loved me and that she was out in Aura in London. I asked how the house was and she said fine and informed me that she'd only had 2 parties which I thought was ok, considering she's a socialite/student. After her slurring her love to me a few more times I said goodnight and hung up. Then we arrived at the yacht. We boarded and got the usual greeting of a drink thrust in our faces and joined in with the party. I sat down and immediately got chatted up by Rob meanwhile Elliot was talking to Paulo. Kayleigh came up to me after an hour to tell me that she was going back to our hotel and It'd be wise to go elsewhere tonight. I said ok and resumed getting chatted up haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">At about 2 I decided I was ready to go for an early night. Me and Rob went back to Elliot's yacht where I stayed. When I woke in the morning I ran back to the hotel and packed my Gucci beach bag before running back to the yacht and sunbathing. I text Elliot telling him that's where I was and shortly afterwards he arrived. He filled me in on his night with Paulo and described it as mind blowing and amazing... Mine was too, however Paulo was drop dead gorgeous and Rob was just gorgeous. I fell to sleep at about 1 o'clock and didn't wake up until 5 when we went back to the hotel. We didn't do anything that evening as we were all tired so we just put on our tracksuits and ordered a meal to our rooms. We watched a couple of films and then went to bed at about Midnight.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">On Friday we all woke up fairly early and I went over to Elliots room for a bit of fun haha. Then we went down to the pool and told the girls that we were going out on the yacht and they said they'd come with us. We avoided Carlos' yacht on the way to ours and as soon as we boarded took the boat out. After an hour of sunbathing me and Elliot were bored. Elliot asked one of the members of his crew to enquire about hiring a speed boat for us so we could go water skiing. He did so and called 15 minutes later to say that he could have one sent out to us immediately. We said yes and it came more or less straight away! It parked up just a few feet from the yacht so me and Elliot dived off and swam on board. We had an amazing time on the water skiis and wakeboard being the children which we often are for hours. Meanwhile Kayleigh and Ellie sat on board the yacht sunbathing talking about their sex last night haha. Me and Elliot went back on board at about half past 4 and we went back to the Marina about an hour later. We decided we'd go out for tea this evening and then just go back to the suites, we needed a break from the italians for a while. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We got dressed down into jeans and went for a gorgeous seafood meal in Portofino and then went back to the hotel to sit on Elliot's balcony. We sat, chatted and bitched whilst we enjoyed the view of the bay. Whilst we were sat there having a nice chat Kelly rang - the loud one. She was drunk. She phoned to tell us all how she loved us and missed us. Whilst on the phone she sang a song to me which we tend to sing to one another when we're both drunk and then got upset when I didn't humor her haha. She was such hard work. I attempted asking her where she was on several occasions and each time she said St. Tropez and then started talking about something else... I knew this, however wanted to ensure she wasn't roaming the streets of St. Tropez alone. When I finally extracted this information from her she told me she was getting drunk with her mother and father, whom could hold a lot more alcohol than she and so were completely sober. I heard as she went walking in from her villa terrace and down the marble stairs in her, no doubt, killer heels. I heard her parents talking in the background as she walked past them, her mother asked what was wrong and she said "I'm just on the phone to Kyle, Elliot, Ellie and Kayleigh and I miss them" her mother being the lovable bimbo that she is said "Well darling you know that if you want to go you can. Just tell your father or myself and we'll have you a jet prepared, you could be there by tomorrow! Neither of us mind if you wish to leave to be with you're friends." Kelly paused and then, sounding completely sober said "pardon mother?" her mother repeated what she'd just said and Kelly replied "Well in that case make the call now... Love you!" haha. A huge grin came across my face and the others knew why... Kelly was coming! She is so much fun! She said she was going to shower and pack her bags and she'd phone either one of us in a little while. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We all decided to go to bed on that note as due to the fact that Kelly was coming we wouldn't be sleeping for a while... A bigger party animal than me. However, before we went to bed we all informed our parents p.a's (those of us who had them) that Kelly was coming... Why? Well you don't honestly think Kelly's mum is going to be the one on the phone to the jet company organising a plane or finding out from us what hotel we're in and booking it do you? Her P.A would phone our's and find all this information out and do the necessary bookings and organise chauffers and things. Bad, I know, but it's how we do it! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Ellie slept in my bed that night because she was cold and at 3 o'clock in the morning our blackberries went off simultaneously as Kelly sent us both the same message saying "jUst onmy way to the airport nown(last n was supposed to be a comma) my jet leaves at half 4see you soon" judging from her sheer lack of competence in typing a text message I could tell she was still rather drunk. I went straight back to sleep before recieving another message at 4.40 saying "jst making may way to the runway for tAkeoffx" I went back to sleep again. I recieved another message at 6.20 informing me that she'd landed safely and had become more sober now, once again, I went back to sleep. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I slept for another 2 hours and a half before recieving another message saying "5 minutes away darling x" I got up, brushed my teeth and put on my Dolce & Gabbana tracksuit and made my way to the lobby. When I entered the reception area there stood was Kelly. From the back I saw her stood in a grey skirt I knew to be Oscar de la renta whom also designed the blouse she was wearing. She had it on with some black python Alexander McQueen shoes and a black hermes bag.. It goes without saying that she was wearing oversized sunglasses too. Her long blonde hair (half it wasn't hers bearing in mind) was quiffed and fell down her back. I walked into the lobby and said "Kelly Moss... How the devil are you?!" She turned around and ran up to me saying "Kyle darling!" and gave me a kiss on either cheek. We proceeded to the reception desk where she handed over her passport "Thank god I'm here Kyle. I almost died from a severe case of boredom in St. Tropez, that's why I was drunk last night, to attempt to make it more bareable. I thought they wanted me to stay which I felt obliged to do after everything the do for me, however when my mother said it was fine for me to leave I inevitably jumped at the offer without hesitation. I'm guessing the two of them want some alone time without the risk of their darling Kelly hearing the headboard bang against the wall all night. Speaking of which I am in a desperate need for sex!" The receptionist stared at her in shock, she looked at him smiled and said "not from you!" he wasn't insinuating that and I think she knew that too "so once this man has quickened his pace a little and got me checked in, we'll go up to my room, have sex and then go and see the others at the pool side." I replied "Perhaps later Kelly, I'm a little tired at the moment due to a lack of sleep, the reason for that being stood before me now" she looked at me like I was an idiot and said "Kyle I have just endured hours of traveling... We are having sex darling" and squeezed my bum, I couldn't help but laugh. The receptionist asked Kelly for her card which she would be charging things to. She placed her Hermes Birkin bag on the desk and began removing the contents of it. "Hold these for me darling" she said as she handed me her burberry velour tracksuit, upon which she piled Vogue, Elle, Allure and Bazaar, then she took out her blackberry, a box of condoms, her hermes agenda, a few €100 notes screwed into a ball and then finally her parents black american express card. She then scooped all the things which she'd just removed back into her bag and then put in the magazines and the tracksuit on top. The man handed her back her card which she threw in and then we headed for the lift. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Whilst we were walking down the coridoor we saw Paulo approaching she said "Oh my gosh, look at this man. My need for sex just trippled." I said "Oh yes he's rather nice isn't he! I might just add that he's gay and also that Elliot and I have already slept with him." I smiled and once again she stared at me like I was stupid "Kyle you know that's never stopped me before. I've been told by gays on countless occasions that I'm enough to give them erections, plus you don't seem to have any erectile disfunctions whilst sleeping with me do you?" This was very true! And she is correct, she has done this before. I have taken men home with me and she's also stayed at my house with another man and by the time I come downstairs after showering she's gone to sleep with the man I took home whilst hers has gone home. Paulo approached us and I introduced him to Kelly and he told us that he was going to the gym for a few hours to kickbox... I could see it coming: Kelly interrupted and said "I like big boys who can pound for a few hours. I hope we see some more of each other Paulo." she looked him up and down, then he looked her up and down and replied "Hmm just maybe Kelly." We left and she said "No problem.. I'm in there already Kyle." I replied "Kelly Moss you are actually a bitch" she said "Oh do shut up Kyle, now come along, it's time for sex!" That was in the first fifteen minutes of her arrival... Meet Kelly Moss. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">After having sex I showered and went down to the pool. When I got down there Kelly was already there talking to the Ellie, Kayleigh and Elliot whilst sat in her bikini and heels. I sat on the bed next to them and joined in the conversation. We talked all afternoon about pretty much everything. At about 5 we went back up to the rooms and Kelly insisted that we went to Carlos' yacht that evening so she could see where the party was. We all agreed and then went to get ready. We dined in the hotel and then went to the party. I was wearing a black low v neck t shirt with Karl Largerfeld jeans, Dolce & Gabbana high top trainers, Jacobs & co watch and my Jon Hardy ring. Elliot was wearing some Seven jeans with a white Dolce & Gabbana jumper with some silver Gucci trainers and a cartier watch. Ellie was wearing a Stella McCartney grey A line sweater with an Orange dress underneith it with some Jimmy Choos. Kayleigh wore another Stella McCartney sweater which had ruffle bands on the sleaves, she wore it with a gold Henry Dunay ring, an 18kt gold Gucci necklace and a black enamel and 18kt gold bracelet with some Alexander McQueen shoes. Kelly wore a one sholder Roberto Cavalli dress with some Dior heels and a Jimmy Choo clutch. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We walked onto the yacht and Kelly spoke to them like she'd known them all her whole life. She was getting chatted up endlessly and didn't waste much time with the ones who didn't interest her "No thank you... Not a chance darling" were just a few of the comments made for their rejection. Once she'd had a few drinks she turned her interests to Paulo. She walked over and had a casual conversation before getting down to what she really wanted to say "Well Paulo let's not beat out the bush here... I wouldn't quite mind having sex with you this evening and I'm fully aware that you're a homosexual, however, I often have sex with Elliot, who I believe you have already slept with and also Kyle, who, by the way, is the male version of me: gorgeous and knows it, amazing in bed, confident... Both Kyle and Elliot state that I am good and therefore quite enjoy sleeping with me, now wouldn't you just like to verify that for yourself?" Paulo looked dumbfounded for a moment before saying "Er, certainly Kelly" she said "Marvelous! Well I'm not ready to leave yet but I shall inform you when I am." I wish I hadn't listened now... Bitch! haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Surely enough, that evening Kelly took Paulo home with her, Elliot with Rob, and Kayleigh and Ellie with the same men as the other night. I went alone.. I was exhausted! I went to the gym as soon as I woke up on Sunday and had a work out for a few hours before going outside to the pool... Wrong decision. It was cloudy! Terrific! I went back up to the room and sat in the sitting room and phoned my parents. I chatted with them for a while about random things and then they told me how they hadn't really seen Gabrielle since I left as she's been at my house all this time and just nipping back for clothes. They told me that their tree which Gabrielle and I spent over a thousand pounds on for their anniversary was keeping well (really wanted to know that) and that it was getting sheared at the moment... I told them how that would improve my sleeping now I knew. Then as I the conversation was coming to an end my mother told me that sale for the house in Beverly Hills had gone through and it was now theirs. Not only that but they were flying out some time next week to see an interior designer. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I text Kelly and Elliot to tell them to text me when they were up so we could decide what to do because the weather isn't fit to sunbathe. I had no reply from Kelly, however Elliot text me back saying he was just going to the gym and he'd text me when he returned. I sat in the sitting room on my own for the next hour phoning people to keep myself occupied, then Elliot came up... We had our own ways to pass the time ;) Once we'd finished I phoned Kayleigh, Ellie and Kelly, she didn't answer. Ellie and Kayleigh said that we should just go out for lunch and go shopping. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I got changed and put on some Marc Jacobs shorts with some Gucci flip flops and a low v neck tshirt... Although it was cloudy it was still warm. By the time I was dressed and ready I went to Kelly's room. I knocked on the door and she came and answered it dressed in skinny jeans, a cavalli top and some heels, she was in the middle of putting her hair up. I went in and asked if she'd been asleep all this time when she said "Don't be so absurd Kyle. If you had a highly attractive man in your hotel room with you all morning, what would you be doing." No more needed to be said. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We all went shopping and had a look around the shops. Kelly ordered a new Hermes birkin handbag and when the lady told her about the waiting list she simply said "Sorry darling, call the London store and tell them that Kelly Moss has just ordered a new Birkin. I cannot remember the gentlemans name but he will reduce that waiting time significantly. I suggest you do so right away. Thank you!" We browsed the store for a little while whilst the assistant attempted to phone phone the London store. Kelly looked over and she was still scrambling through the computer looking for the number. Kelly took out her blackberry and dialed 118118 and said "Hermes store, London please. Yes put me through." She then handed the phone over to the woman behind the till. I bought myself a planner refill as I'd began getting invites for parties next year already and I had to start writing them down. The shop assistant called "Miss Moss" and told her how the man from the London store wished to speak to her. She took the phone and said "Hello darling!... Yes I'm just shopping in Portofino with Kyle, Elliot, Ellie and Kayleigh. I would have waited until I got back to London so you could have the comission however, I'm in a case of desperation and I want it for the day I get back. Between us and our parents we do send a fair amount your way though." She talked for a little while longer and then hung up. She told me that Gabrielle had been in today with my mum to get some towels and blankets for the Beverly Hills house. Marco/Marcus, I can't remember his name, knew us and we often asked for him when shopping in Hermes so he could take the sale. He knew all of our parents too and they did the same. It has it's great advantages! </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We went for lunch and then shopped for the rest of the day. I got a few pairs of jeans and a bag in Dolce & Gabbana and some jeans and some shirts in Armani. The rest bought a lot too, however I cannot remember most of it. We got back to the hotel and I went to the gym for an hour with Elliot while the girls went to the spa and then we got ready for tea. We ate out in a Pizzeria in Portofino and then went to the bar in the hotel afterwards. We sat and had a chat about random things and then went to bed at about midnight. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When I woke up on Monday the weather was much the same as Sunday - cloudy, so I put my tracksuit on and went to the gym. When I got in there Paulo was on the tredmill. I went over and said hello and he stopped running to chat to me. He asked how I was and why we didn't go to the yacht last night, I explained how we were all tired and were in no need to search for sex and we'd all been satisfied that day... Which lead us on to what we both really wanted to talk about - Kelly. I wanted to see what he thought of her. He said "Speaking of which, you're friend Kelly is a rare character!" I agreed and laughed "I thought she was egotistical at first, however everything she said was true! I can see why your circle of friends bond so well Kyle. You, Elliot and Kelly are off the scale when it comes to sex." I laughed and said "Why thank you, I like to think so too. We certainly know how to satisfy one another. We pick up each others techniques haha." We talked for a little while longer and then I went to work out. I could feel his eyes burning me as I did so... I was hoping that would happen haha. Once I'd finished I went back up to the room where Kelly and Kayleigh were, I needn't ask where Elliot and Ellie were. We sat and chatted for a while and then when Ellie and Elliot came we discussed what to do. We decided to just laze on the yacht all day and watch some films. So I put on my Diesel tracksuit with my gucci trainers, Elliot his Rock & Republic and the girls their Burberry, Juicy Couture and 2B Free tracksuits. We phoned the concierge and asked for some Dvds and when we went down to the lobby he showed us a selection. Ellie threw them in her Ysl bag and we walked to the yacht. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We lay down on the couches and watched Breakfast at Tiffany's first, followed by Boat Trip, St. Trinians and Alfie. When we'd watched these and heard Kelly say "I am contemplating killing myself I'm so bored" a few times we had Elliot's crew make us some dinner. We had a bit of caviar to start and then taglieteli in a rich wine sauce for our main, it was delicious! When we'd eaten we went back to the hotel passing Carlos' yacht on the way. He asked if we were coming on and we said "Yes, we'll be round in half an hour or so.. We're just going to get dressed." Carlos said "Don't be rediculous, you may aswel just come on now." I looked at the others and I don't they could be particulary be bothered going and getting dressed anway so we just went on. We'd look better than some people on there if we were wearing bin bags and they were in couture gowns, so we'd be fine. Me and Kayleigh sat with the member of crew who made the drinks and asked him if he could make us some Cosmopolitans which he did... One after another. Soon all 5 of us were tipsy and having great fun! In the middle of the party the music stopped and the room fell silent when I heard "Well I do apologise however the abysmal music - no, not music, noise, which you opt to listen to is shocking. I'll show you some real party tunes haha" as soon as she'd finished speaking Don't Hold back (the song on my profile) was on, she'd trebbled the volume and started dancing haha. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">At about 12 Carlos decided to have the yacht taken out - why? I don't know, there's nothing we could do half a mile from the marina that we could do at the marina; only people were restricted to leave and had to stay on the yacht when really they wanted to be elsewhere having sex.. Torture! Elliot and I went to one of the bedrooms for some oral sex whilst Kelly danced in the midst of a crowd of men and Ellie and Kayleigh got chatted up by 2 different strapping males. Kelly was more like me, she wanted all the attention and from as many men as possible ;). </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Me and Elliot were walked in on 5 times whilst having oral sex, twice by Kelly, with different men each time. It goes without saying that she didn't just walk in and walk straightback out... The first time she came in and went "Oh sorry, oh it's you. Woo go Kyle, oh my word, we both suck penis the same way and exceptionally well! Look at this hot piece of meat I've got here" she pulled her man in. He was a typical italian, dark hair, dark tan and good looking. She talked about him like he was a new toy "He's got a body like both of yours look" she pulled up his top "not as broad though, one of his only flaws. I like having to spread my arms when I'm holding on to you two. Oh and I've felt the package, it passes. Do you want to feel?" She groped him and I looked at her "Kelly darling I don't think a straight man -" Elliot interrupted me "Erm excuse me you two..." I'd almost forgotten, I was sat with his penis in my hands whilst having a conversation. We both laughed and she left in search of somewhere to have sex.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">An hour or so later she walked back in, by now it was my turn. She said "Ugh, you two are still going. That man who I just showed you failed to satisfy me, only lasted about 40 minutes. I have another though look" she pulled him in. This one was nicer. "He is flawless!" She said and he started speaking in Italian. She looked back at us and said "Oh, apart from that. It doesn't speak English so I don't have a clue what he's saying to me. That is irrelevant though, I don't care what he says as long as he knows how to do me." She laughed and then paused for a moment and said "Oh my gosh, I just got off the phone and guess who Models 1 Emeli is going out with" I asked who and she said "Lucas who's with Storm!" I said "Oh my word! That is one of the best couples ever! I've wanted to shag him for ages, he's so good looking. I've tried it though and he certainly doesn't swing both ways. Emeli is amazing in bed though, I slept with her a while back after a benefit, do you remember?" She remembered and then I asked "Who told you that?" she replied casually by saying "Oh just a little bird I fucked from Prada. He just phoned me to see if I'd like to go for a drink when we got back to London and filled me in on some gossip. Felicity told him when she went in to get a new Nappa." Elliot joined in the conversation and said "Felicity is always the source of my gossip from the modeling world.. I love it!" After a bit more of a chat Elliot resumed and Kelly left. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">By the time me and Elliot had finished the yacht was making it's short distance back so the sex fest which seemed to be happening in every room on his yacht could be stopped. Carlos brought it upon himself! When the boat finally docked Me, Elliot and Kelly left alone whilst Kayleigh and Ellie brought their men with them. Me and Kelly decided to swap rooms so that me and Elliot could go to sleep and Ellie and Kayleigh were only listening to one another. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">When we got up on Tuesday it was raining... Sheer depression! By the time we'd woken up it was 1 o'clock anyway. Me, Elliot and Kelly went to the gym while Kayleigh and Ellie said goodbye to the men which they'd taken home. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">In the gym was one of the very few times I saw Kelly in flats and she took them off at every possible opportunity and left them on the floor, she claimed they didn't do much for her image. By the time we'd finished it was about half past 2 and once we'd showered and changed it was 3. We all sat in Kelly's room and watched Maid in Manhattan while Ellie and Kayleigh had a little sleep; Ellie on my chest and Kayleigh on Elliot's.. Comfort!</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">None of us had any energy what so ever and were all exhausted so we ordered food to the room and ate it whilst watching American Pie. When that'd finished and it was dark outside we decided to watch a scary film. I insisted the curtains were shut and the lights were turned off as we all sat down to watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I'd never seen it before but I didn't think it was too scary, everybody screaming was what made me jump the most! Me Ellie and Kelly were on one couch, me in the the middle, and Kayleigh and Elliot were on the other one. It was so funny - well some parts. We were all screaming and jumping and shouting "RUN!" at the television haha, Ellie had a pillow infront of her face and gripped my arm. Kelly on the other hand was sat watching it like it was a comedy. She was making us jump when the film was getting tense by screaming or going to the toilet and then returning by screaming as she threw the door open. I'd laugh whilst the others screamed in horror and shouted "Shit Kelly!" haha. In the middle of the film the phone rang (everyone jumped out of their skin) and I answered it. It was reception phoning to check we were ok, one of the room service men had heard a lot of screaming coming from the room. I assured them that we were and hung up. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Ellie slept in bed with me that night because she was scared and had her arms wrapped around me all night. When we got up on Wednesday the weather was sunny again so at about 9 when I woke up me and Elliot went for a game of Tennis on the courts and then went to the pool. When we got to the poolside, Ellie, Kayleigh and Kelly were there in their costumes and heels soaking up the sun. We joined them. Whilst sunbathing I got a phone call from Gabrielle who told me that she wants to go to Beverly Hills with me at the end of August or beginning of Septemper and spend some time in my parents new house and then go to New York from there to search for her an apartment. I agreed and then we had a gossip and a chat. More or less as soon as I hung up my mother phoned to tell me she was leaving for Beverly Hills in 2 days with my dad. She bored me by telling me all about her interior designer who was going round and some of the furniture she'd picked. I asked to speak to my father however he was away working. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">We went up to the room at about 4 because it went cloudy and I ordered a hot chocolate up to the room before I started getting ready. We decided to have a meal out and so all got changed. I wore a John Varvartos cashmere jumper with a white shirt and some lightly distressed Dolce & Gabbana jeans. Elliot wore a grey cashmere V neck with a Burberry polo and some diesel jeans. Kelly wore some J brand jeans, a Stella McCartney blouse, a chloe bag and some Laboutins. Kayleigh wore Karl Largerfeld jeans, blouse and scarf with some Laboutins and Ellie wore Sass & Bride jeans with a Mulberry t-shirt and a chloe bag. I went to bed with Kelly that night and Elliot went with Kayleigh, Ellie was too tired so she just went to bed alone. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Today we did the same thing only tonight it will be different outfits and restaurant. I don't think we're going to go to Carlos', we're all far too tired. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">I'll speak to you all soon,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Much love.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> </div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286680555671107081noreply@blogger.com0