Cate's music box (Cate x FemReader)

-12- 𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚊

A/n: This chapter is going to have a wild turn in the end, giving a heads up and warning. This should be interesting enjoy your read!

⚠️Tw: contains SA⚠️

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Wrapping up in your robe, you walked out the bathroom coming into the common room that had multiple equipment put out.

"Y/n I have my stuff ready to do your makeup" Meredith your artist spoke. You nodded and quickly headed to the chair to get your face beaten, after about forty-five minutes you were glammed up.

This year Anna Wintour, themed the gala after Karl Lagerfeld. You didn't know him much nor personally, but you respected his creations. As a person? Not so much since a lot of controversial things, you even wore some of his pieces at events beforehand.

Ivory your stylist came through the door just as you were getting up from the chair "Y/n, it's here!" Ivory vocalized. You were so excited and when she revealed the dress , you felt star-struck over a dress. It was magnificent nearly magical.

It was a white attire, with pearls, golden safety pins to hold it up. With white sleeves, all made from Versace. Ivory picked out white heels to match the dress. It was stunning. Since the dress was very delicate and exquisite you had to be very careful getting into it. After three people and twenty-nine minutes. You were in the dress and you looked stunning, you decided you wear your hair down in its natural form, but with little touch ups.

Ivory placed a necklace on your neck, and like before with the premiere you did a quick photoshoot, just enough time to make it to the gala.

Walking out the hotel resort, there was instant flashes from every directions you waved to everyone but didn't sign anything since you didn't want to be late. Now arriving at the met gala you walked into the event, you bumped into Salma Hayek.

"Hi, y/n right?" She asked. You nodded.
"I just wanna say, congrats on your recent project it was truly amazing! And you look fantastic" Continuing her statement.

You thanked and complimented her, now you was on your way walking the white stairs with red and blue stripes you began posing for the photographers.

"Y/n over here!" Turning right.— "Can I get one over!" Now turning left.

"You look amazing y/n, could I have you come up a little" You did, and flashed more smiles.

Walking all the steps and making it into the actual event, you met Bowie by the open bar.

"Hey babe, almost thought you weren't coming" expressing yourself.

"Oh honey, you look incredible. Champagne?"
Bowie complimented, and then asking.—
"Of course" receiving a glass.

"Alright, there you go my love" Pecking your lips, wrapping a arm around your waist then walking to chat with the other guests.
But everything went silent after hearing those two words, they'd numbed you, you haven't heard those words in two years.

You excused yourself when you saw Viola Davis walk in, she had this extravagant pink dress that inquired feathers on it, not to mention you were a huge fan of her.

You basically went over and fan-girl all over her, multiple glasses later. The annual dinner of the met began.

Bowie and yourself was seated with Pedro freakin Pascal, Janelle Monáe, Ke Huy Quan, Serena Williams and her counterpart, Cardi b and Rihanna. They were all so sweet, cracking jokes with each other and sharing career experiences with one another.
You enjoyed and loved learning things about everyone there, Anna herself even came to your table to speak to you, greeting everyone goodbye when she was done.
     Little you was definitely screaming inside, hours passed and the dinner course ended, and was now getting a tour around the museum with the group you was assigned to. "Now here is what we call the 'Desk' this piece is of every sketch book Karl Lagerfeld owned. This piece is meaningful to him just as it is to us, so please you may look. But, do not touch or we'll have to escort you out." The tour guide spoke, once she was done everyone got just a few feet away from table admiring the piles of books and paper, murmuring throughout the whole group.

"Clap" "Alright if you'll follow me to the next stop" Now continuing the route.

"Here we have what he called 'Premières d'Atelier' this piece shows not only was he talented and skilled with a pad of paper and graphite. But also with fabric and his hands.
      As some of us know he mainly worked with Chanel, very fascinating I must say, but, please look no touching though" And again murmuring raced throughout the group.

After looking at the Karl Lagerfeld section than going on to many other exhibits in the museum the event was finally over. Making it outside with Bowie at your side, flashes was going everywhere taking photos of you and other celebs who was exiting the building.
    You made it to the vehicle getting in but being careful not to destroy the dress. You made it back to the hotel and got helped out of your dress. Getting into the shower afterwards.

"Bye Bowie, tell y/n I said I'll see her next time" Ivory inquired as she grabbed the hanger zipping the dress up.

"I will Ives, have a nice night!" He waved and she was out the door. He walked back going to the kitchen getting a glass and some rocks, pouring scotch on top. Swirling it around he took a sip making a face.

Now getting out the shower and wrapping a towel around yourself, you stood in front of the mirror. Checking your skin till you felt a pair of hands on your waist. Exhaling sharply at the touch— leaning back into his touch you turned and he dived down attacking your lips. You could taste alcohol on his lips he pulled back. "You looked beautiful tonight babe" Muttering to you almost to himself.

"Thanks Bow" you hissed back. He went back in for another kiss, this time things got more heated. Next thing you were walking backwards stumbling into the hem of the bed, he sat you down while he stood up still making out with you.
          Removing your towel he leaned you back, he trailed a hand down your arm which traced your waist. Next, your thigh pulling it up, but, something didn't feel right. "Wait Bowie, le- let's not. I'm tired." Breaking the kiss.

"Oh come y/n, please?" He said trying to kiss you again. That was till you pushed him off you.— "Bowie no. I said stop" Grabbing the towel and wrapping it back around you.

"Oh come you was just into just a moment ago" His voiced a little raised. "I know, but I said I'm tired so just go shower then let's go to bed" You tried explaining. Your eyes followed him as he paced back and forth. "We've been together for a year and five months almost two years, and out of that time period we only had sex five times. You don't even let me touch you what's the problem?!" He now was yelling.

You scoffed. "All of this because I don't want to fuck you?! Jesus christ you're something else Bowie. Get a fucking grip" Standing up, you began walking back to bathroom but you stopped as your felt your wrist being pulled at.

"What the hell?! Get the fuck of me!" Trying to pry your hand from his grip but he was to strong. Pulling you back he pushed you on the bed, holding your arms down as he undid his trousers. You tried screaming but he covered your mouth, forcing himself in you. Tears streamed down your face. The man you once loved was doing... this...

This went on for minutes, with all your force you forced your head back banging him in the nose, biting his hand.
He screamed dropping to the floor screaming, you kicked him in the balls but he stood up rather fast. Luckily you were fast enough as you rushed out the suite. He being right behind you. You took the stairs, sprinting as fast as you could making it out the building you ran, not even caring if you was exposed to the world you just wanted to get far away as possible.

Running and running you could hear car horns, the next thing you know everything went black.

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A/n: Cliffhanger, I'm sorry that this chapter had a wild turn!!!