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The door opens drawing my attention and I looked up, ah, well if it isn’t the adulteress. I do a mental face palm at the word, I can’t believe I just called someone that even in my head, it’s… mean and unlike me. Fuck. And I can’t believe I just used the f-word. What is wrong with me? I never judged people based on their life choices, I don’t know what they’ve been through. And judging was just wrong period. “I didn’t realize you had return” she smiled politely, a dimple popping in her cheek, her hair is in a bun with soft curls framing her face. Pretty. And why the hell was I scrutinizing her looks? Damn it. I cursed then winced. I’m just a bag of curse words today aren’t I? She’s holding what looks to be a basket of freshly laundered clothes. “I can come back later if you want” Biting my tongue as I don’t trust myself not to say something mean, I wave at her to go ahead. I want to act clueless but I know where my sudden dislike for her stems from. I dislike any form of ad
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Last night, after Ian left, I pushed my books away needing a moment to breathe. For what reason would he demand I have his ring at all time. How obnoxious and controlling and- Damn it. I understand having it on for public events and so on but even in school and at home? Why? I didn’t want to, it would be a constant reminder and I already have enough as it is. He took my home, and my Beatle and- It’s like he’s bulldoze into my life and trying to make me do things his way. A surge of emotion stirs in my stupid chest spreading a bitter taste across my tongue. I was… hurt. From this texts and then talking to his on the phone, a part of me began to see him as human. He knew emojis for goodness sake. I’d begun to humanize him. I thought we were beginning to find common ground. And maybe he wasn’t all that bad. What the hell was I expecting? He canceled my dorm application just to keep me under his thumb and here I was humanizing him. Stupid, freaking stupid. Well thanks to him fo
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There’s a man sitting leg crossed on the love seat by the far wall. “Good evening kitten” his fingers steeped in front of him.“What the hell?!” I snapped, one hand to my chest to calm my beating heart. “Don’t stop on my account” he flicked his index finger at me.I push the straps of my dress back into place. “You scared the crap out of me!” “That was not my intention” his voice is smooth as velvet, it sent a shiver down my spine.I swallowed hard, “What are you doing here?” “Waiting for you, obviously” He could have waited somewhere else. I almost-I almost undressed right here with him in the room if I haven’t thought to turn around. Heat spreads across my limbs, I didn’t even want to imagine. Exhaling, I crossed my hands at my chest trying to get my head on straight, I look at him, he’s not moved an inch since our exchange, it’s likely why I didn’t see him. It felt weird for him to be in my room, the last time was my first night here and I was dead tired to process anything,
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“I’m bored” “Hm?” I looked at my friend who has her arms stretched over her head arching her spine and leaning to the left and the right, she yawns loudly, then again, we’ve been at this for over three hours. She had taken one look at my left hand this morning and arched a brow, I had rolled my eyes and responded to her silent question “Please, say nothing” Yes, I caved in a slipped on the rings before leaving my room this morning after deciding that getting in another confrontation with Ian wasn’t worth it. And I didn’t want to think of what he might do if I kept going against him, yes, I know, I’m such a coward. I’ve accepted it and I was moving on. But I’ve already sacrificed so much, what’s one more thing? It’s just a piece of jewelry. Yikes. I still haven’t spoken to dad, I received an update from his nurse: He is comfortable, sleeping a lot. The text had said. My fingers hovered on the call button this morning, it’s the longest we’ve gone without speaking since he was d
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God help me. Ms. Pat is already running up and down by the time I pulled into the driveway she quickly ushered me into my room and the bathroom where a bath is awaiting smelling of vanilla and roses flaring over it. From my peripheral I see a dress laid out on the bed. It looks like blood was spilled on my bed, that's how red the material was. "In you go" she shooed at the bathroom and I went without any complains as I needed to wash off the sweat of the day. I spend the next thirty minutes soaking with my hair in a bun. Texting back and forth with Hannah, apparently, she didn’t want to be left out of any part of the evening. I even sent her a picture of the bath I was in, crossing my legs to get a shot, a rose petal hanging on my skin, I frown at the picture zooming in to see if my foot looked weird shrugging, I click send deciding she’ll manage it like that. I place my phone on the edge and close my eyes then jerked upright. “What!” I quickly snatch my phone and clicked on the l
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In the car, my hand goes to my neck once more and I take a look using my phone front camera, I wondered if this was going to become a thing, him buying me jewelry and placing it on me whenever we have to make an appearance. He does seem to have a good taste. Expensive too. “Anything I need to know about the party?” “It’s a fundraiser for charity where New York elite prefer to wine and dine before issuing the cheeks, palms are greased, deals are made, you know how it goes” “Charity? I didn’t know you did that” He chuckles. “There’s lots of things you don’t know about me kitten” Well that bit is true, and the thought did come to me earlier today, I’m debating asking him questions but the vehicle pulls to a stop. A valet opens the door and Ian steps out first leaning down to offer me his hand, this is it, our first appearance as a couple. I clasp his fingers, placing my foot on the pavement. “Smile, kitten” he says and the cameras begin to flash. Right, I’d forgotten the media cov
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I clicked on the messages and photos I sent to Hannah, needless to say she’s pleased with my work on updating her so far. “She’s young” the first voice said and I’ve decided to dub her the leader of this group, “And that’s about it, young pussy always get to men, he’ll be back on prowl soon enough” “Did you that piece on her neck” the question is whispered with a bit of awe. “I think everyone saw the piece of her neck, Stacy, it’d be hard not to” the leader clicked her tongue. “I heard her father is rich” says the second voice. “Our fathers are all rich and all we have is Tiffany bracelets and some fake diamonds. That doesn’t look like it was gotten at Tiffany” “You wouldn’t know with your fathers gambling habit” “This isn’t about me Cassie” Jesus. Were they about to start fighting? I shoot Hannah a text and reply one of Sam’s for me to have a good weekend. “I’ll try to talk to him tonight, he wouldn’t be able to resist all this” the leader says and I can almost i
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** I was starving when I woke up I practically ran to the kitchen before I even brushed my teeth, after a hearty meal I dragged my limbs to my room too full to walk like a normal person, I laid down for another half and hour before getting up to clean and dress. I got dressed in a faded blue sweater I’ve had since I was fifteen. It had being a Christmas present from dad. Tugged on a pair of sit off and crawled back on my bed. Hannah and Kyle had also been at a school party so there were lots of pictures on social media. I see several messages from Hannah trying to convince me to post a few pictures from last night on my social. I turned her down. Hannah: But you look smoking. Me: Nope. I had a few snapshots and selfies on my i*******m but any pictures from last night is a big no no, that girl… she isn’t me. She’s another version of me, the wife of Ian Quinn, the expensive dress, the gem and make up. That girl is something to be envied, like those women from the bathroom. All that
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