Dear Readers, I'm sorry for the slow updates but due to the mountainous pressure of work, I'm slow in progress. But Fifty shades of ugly is almost done so... Please bear with me. Xoxo The Author Pammy
ArcThe garish neon lights of Rick's Riot towered above, casting an eerie glow over the darkened street. The bar's name pulsed like a warning signal, sending a shiver down Arc's spine and stirring a primal unease that made his instincts scream warning. Arc's hand hovered over the door handle, hesitation warring with curiosity. Rick's Riot, Thorne Town's beloved gay bar, beckoned with its vibrant neon lights. He hesitated outside Rick's Riot, his heart racing with uncertainty. He'd never set foot in a place like this before. The vibrant bar seemed to pulsate with a life of its own, intimidating him.But Chelsea waited inside, and Arc's desire to see him outweighed his apprehension.He took a deep breath and stepped into the unknown, and was suddenly enveloped by the lively atmosphere. The air pulsed with indie beats, and the scent of craft beer mingled with the hum of conversation and laughter.As he scanned the crowd, Arc's insecurities resurfaced.
ChelseaChelsea watched Arc vanish into the night, swallowed by darkness. A pang of guilt nudged him, urging him to call out an apology. But he stifled it. None of this was his fault.Arc hadn't wanted to join him in the first place, so why was he acting betrayed? Who did Arc think he was, anyway? Dictating Chelsea's actions, treating him like property?A shiver ran down Chelsea's spine. He shook off the unease and stepped back into the warm glow of the bar. He'd better get inside and finish his drink, maybe it would numb the emptiness spreading through him, or at least dull the sting of Arc's rejection. His gaze locked onto the newcomer, Jeremy as he approached their table. Chelsea's eyes narrowed. He didn't like the spark of familiarity and longing in Arc's eyes when he'd seen him. The soft whisper of Jeremy's name had irked him."Hey, guys," Chelsea said, feigning enthusiasm. "Where were we?"He slid beside Jax, whose chiseled features and charming smile s
ArcArc stood transfixed, the tempest outside mirroring the turmoil within. Thunderclaps shook the air, but he didn't flinch, his gaze entranced by the rain-lashed darkness.Raindrops slapped his face, icy fingers grasping his skin, yet he felt nothing. Numbness had long been his shield, his protector against the agonies of his past.But tonight, the dam cracked.Memories he'd long suppressed rose like a deluge, threatening to engulf him. The echoes of his past traumas resurfaced, haunting his Memories he'd desperately buried surged forth, a tidal wave of anguish. The waste truck's putrid stench, Big Mac's sadistic laughter, Jax's menacing sneer, the cackling of the menacing woman – all assaulted his mind.Arc's chest tightened, his breathing shallow. He felt like he was drowning, unable to escape the abyss of his memories. Though, his expression remained impassive, a mask he'd perfected over years of concealment. But his eyes betrayed him, a fleeting glimmer of
Chelsea & ArcChelsea couldn't explain the feelings thrumming through him as he brushed lips with Arc. Heat settled in his lower belly and he proceeded to deepen the kiss but Arc gently pushed him away."Chelsea, wait." Arc said, his voice husky.The rejection stung. Did Arc not want him the way he wanted him? Did he not also feel the same sense of emotions that was wading though Chelsea. Did he not sense the electricity that'd sparked as their lips touched?Chelsea's eyes searched Arc's face, confusion and vulnerability etched on his own. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.Arc's chest heaved, his eyes darting around the room as if seeking escape. "We shouldn't be doing this," he said, his voice laced with uncertainty.Chelsea's heart sank, the sting of rejection still fresh. He took a step back, giving Arc space."Is it me?" Chelsea asked, his voice trembling. "Do you not...feel the same way?"Arc's gaze snapped back to Chelsea's, his eyes filled with a mix of
ChelseaThe rain's gentle patter enveloped them, a soothing serenade that lulled Chelsea into a state of deep relaxation. Snuggled against Arc's warm body, Chelsea felt enveloped in a sense of safety and belonging. Arc's chest rose and fell beneath his ear, the steady beat of his heart a lullaby that synchronized with Chelsea's own.As Arc's fingers stroked his hair, Chelsea's eyes drifted shut, and he surrendered to the intimacy. "Are you okay?" Arc's voice rumbled, laced with concern and a hint of vulnerability.Chelsea smiled, aware of the double meaning behind the question. "I'm okey dokey good," he replied, his tone playful, yet reassuring.Arc's uncertainty lingered, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're sure you're...?"Chelsea's gaze met Arc's, their eyes locking in a tender, searching embrace. "Archie, I'm fine," he whispered, his voice filled with conviction. "I can still feel the imprint of you inside me." His words dripped with sensuality, yet conveyed
ArcChelsea was far away, plucking strawberries with a carefree smile etched on his face. The warm sunlight danced across his features, illuminating the gentle curve of his cheeks and the soft crinkle around his eyes. His white linen shirt billowed in the breeze, its relaxed fit accentuating the subtle strength of his shoulders. Arc's gaze lingered, drinking in the tranquil scene. As Arc smiled, his heart swelled with affection. He took a step forward, his feet carrying him toward Chelsea with an eagerness that belied the unease growing within. But it was as if his feet had rooted to the earth. Invisible hands grasped him, their dark energy suffocating, drawing the air from his lungs. Panic flared in Arc's chest as he struggled against the unseen force. His eyes locked onto Chelsea, desperate to hold onto the connection between them. Chelsea, still oblivious, continued picking strawberries, his laughter echoing through the field like a cruel taunt. Arc's vision began to blur, the vi
ChelseaLast night had been a maelstrom of emotions, a whirlpool that had pulled Chelsea under and left him gasping for air. Arc had laid bare his soul, exposing the deepest, darkest secret he'd kept hidden from the world – even from Penelope. Chelsea's heart still raced at the memory of Arc's vulnerability, the anguish etched on his face like a scar.As he stood in Arc's room, Chelsea felt a flush rise to his cheeks. He'd fled to the bathroom, or so he'd claimed, but the truth was he'd needed to escape the overwhelming emotions that had threatened to consume him. The annoyance in Arc's eyes when Penelope interrupted their moment had sparked something primal within Chelsea, a fierce protectiveness he couldn't contain.And then, the memories of their passion flooded back, searing his mind like a branding iron. Arc's claim on him had been fierce, unrelenting, his touch igniting a fire that had burned them both. Chelsea's skin still tingled from the rough caress of Arc's lips
ArcArc basked in the unprecedented bliss, his heart soaring. He had revealed hidden facets of himself to Chelsea, vulnerable in ways he never thought possible. And Chelsea accepted him without hesitation, without revulsion. Their boundary had been breached, leaving Arc questioning their relationship. Were they still pretend friends? Pretend friends didn't share passionate a passionate. Arc's inexperience with intimacy left him uncertain. Was Chelsea now his lover? The thought ignited a warm glow in his belly, but his mind recoiled at the implications. Could someone like Chelsea, beautiful and kind, truly want him? Arc's scars, emotional and physical, seemed insurmountable. Yet, Chelsea's acceptance and gentle touch whispered possibilities. Arc's heart wrestled with fear and hope. But his mind reeled at the impossibility. Arc's doubts resurfaced, tarnishing his bliss. What could he offer Chelsea? He wasn't wealthy, handsome, or successful. He hadn't even gone to college. But the
ArcArc's agitation grew with each passing moment. His heart pulsed rapidly, a testament to his frazzled nerves. Where were Chelsea and Ethel? Their delayed arrival only fueled his anxiety."What's taking them so long?" Arc muttered, pacing back and forth.Sarah placed a calming hand on his arm. "Hold your horses, they'll probably be here any minute."Kaitlyn's brow furrowed. "If Ethel doesn't kill him first. She doesn't exactly seem to have a liking for Chelsea."Doris snorted, rolling her eyes. "Ethel doesn't have a liking for anyone."Arc's concern, however, wasn't about Ethel's animosity toward Chelsea. It was Bill. The memory of Bill's lustful gaze on Chelsea still seared his mind. Arc's hands clenched into fists as he recalled the overwhelming urge to grip Bill's throat, to pluck out those lecherous eyes.He didn't want Bill's tainted hands anywhere near Chelsea, didn't want him to breathe the same air as him, let alone cause harm. The mere thought sent a shiver
Chelsea Bill's gaze darted around the room, ensuring they were alone."How did you...?" Bill's voice trailed off, his eyes locked on Ethel.Ethel's gaze snapped to his, her eyes glinting with triumph.Her voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "What I mean is, I have a video of you fucking yourself with a 10-inch dildo, wearing a pig costume and rubbing yourself on a desk."Chelsea's jaw dropped, shocked."I thought he'd just hit his ass with a paddle in a pig costume while oinking," Chelsea whispered.Ethel's gaze flicked to Chelsea. "He did that too. Don't mention it to the others." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Don't want to ruin their PG-13 rated baby ears."Chelsea turned to Bill, whose face burned crimson."And what's with you and desks?" Chelsea asked.Bill's glare was venomous. "Mind your fucking business." His voice snarled. "And I don't care about what you know. You don't have proof."Ethel's smile was radiant. "Oh, dearie dear, you should know better. I'm always 5
Chelsea Getting to Bill had proven to be the first major hurdle in their plan. As they entered his hospital room, they were greeted by Mia, a bright and cheery nurse who seemed out of place amidst the sterile hospital atmosphere.To their surprise, everyone except Chelsea and Arc knew Mia, exchanging warm smiles and familiar hellos.However, Mia's expression turned somber as she addressed the group. "I'm afraid only a few of you can see Mr. Lank at a time. He's still reeling from the news...about his upcoming surgery." Her voice dropped to a sympathetic whisper. "The doctor says one of his testicles needs to be removed, and he's taking it rather hard."Mia's eyes conveyed genuine concern. "We don't want to overwhelm him further. He's already under immense stress."The group's reactions were mixed: Agnes and Pete gasped in horror, Grey snickered before Lady Legasus's stern glance silenced him, Brandon's eyes fixated longingly on the receptionist's candy, and Kaitlyn shook her
ArcArc lingered, his mind consumed by simmering anger as Chelsea and Kai walked side by side toward Ethel's car.What was their relationship? Did Chelsea have feelings for Kai? The possibility gnawed at Arc.Kai's interest in Chelsea was palpable, and Arc knew Chelsea's flirtatious nature. Kai embodied Chelsea's type – big, hunky, good-looking, and normal.Annoyance swirled, mingling with hurt. Their passionate night seemed meaningless to Chelsea. Was it all in Arc's head that Chelsea cared?"Forget asking him out," Arc thought, dismissing the idea."You don't look too happy," Angel observed, breaking the tension.Arc turned, meeting Angel's inquiring gaze. "Why aren't you with them?" Arc asked.Angel shrugged. "Nah, I'm conjuring a plan. Can't think with all that chaos around me."Arc's gaze drifted back to Chelsea and Kai, his jaw clenched as Chelsea's laughter echoed through the air. Chelsea's eyes sparkled as Kai lifted Pete out of the car, their proximity igniting a fir
ChelseaA rush of adrenaline had coursed through Chelsea's veins as he stepped off the bus, his eyes locking onto Arc's familiar figure. Wrapping his arms around Arc was like coming home – a sense of comfort and security enveloped him, soothing his frazzled nerves. Arc's towering height and broad shoulders formed a sheltering cocoon, protecting Chelsea from the world.The firm beating of Arc's heart against his chest was a lullaby, calming Chelsea's deepest fears. He was alive. Unbroken. Unscathed. The relief was palpable, washing over Chelsea like a wave.As Arc's hand caressed his hair, Chelsea's entire being shivered with awareness. The gentle touch awakened memories of moments like this, their hearts beating in tandem.Chelsea tightened his hold on Arc, his arms constricting around him like a vice. Arc responded in kind, their bodies molding together as if forged from the same flesh."Are you okay?" Chelsea managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.Arc's reply
Arc"Are you alright, Archer? You look pale." Angel asked.Arc's response was curt, his words clipped. "I'm fine."His leg felt numb, and things had taken a dramatic turn after Bill's drastic fall. The ambulance had come and carted Bill away. Now, two police officers stood before them, wanting their statements.Officer Garner's friendly smile seemed perfected to put people at ease, but his eyes were searching and analytic. His partner, Officer Rogers, a bright-eyed and eager apprentice, fumbled with his pen and pad, his scribbles bordering on illegible.They gathered around him as he stood authoritatively, scrutinizing each of their faces with that same reassuring smile."Can anyone tell me what happened leading up to Mr. Lank's fall?" Garner asked.Brandon dissolved into a blubbering, sweaty mess. "I swear, Officer, I didn't kill him! I only witnessed him die!"Kaitlyn slapped her forehead. "Oh mother of all.""The victim is not dead, boy." Garner corrected."I'm Brandon," the y
Chelsea"I can't do this anymore." Lily's voice was instantaneously warm and concerned on the other end of the line. "Chelsea, what's wrong?" But before Chelsea could respond, a crash echoed through the phone, followed by Lily's laughter. "What's going on?" Chelsea asked, frustration etched in his voice. "I'm trying to shave," Lily replied, "but apparently, multitasking is overrated." "Eew, Lily, TMI. I didn't need to know that," Chelsea said, his disgust evident. It wasn't a detail he wanted to be aware of. Lily chuckled. "Well, you already do. And besides, you asked." Chelsea hesitated. "You're really shaving...down there?" Lily's tone turned dry. "No, Chelsea. I was just testing your tolerance for awkward conversations. Chelsea paused, his mind still reeling. "Are you really shaving your—" "No, Chelsea, I am not," Lily interrupted, her tone teasing. "Why would I tell you if I was shaving my pubic hair?" Chelsea's frustration boiled over. "I don't know, everythi
ArcArc basked in the unprecedented bliss, his heart soaring. He had revealed hidden facets of himself to Chelsea, vulnerable in ways he never thought possible. And Chelsea accepted him without hesitation, without revulsion. Their boundary had been breached, leaving Arc questioning their relationship. Were they still pretend friends? Pretend friends didn't share passionate a passionate. Arc's inexperience with intimacy left him uncertain. Was Chelsea now his lover? The thought ignited a warm glow in his belly, but his mind recoiled at the implications. Could someone like Chelsea, beautiful and kind, truly want him? Arc's scars, emotional and physical, seemed insurmountable. Yet, Chelsea's acceptance and gentle touch whispered possibilities. Arc's heart wrestled with fear and hope. But his mind reeled at the impossibility. Arc's doubts resurfaced, tarnishing his bliss. What could he offer Chelsea? He wasn't wealthy, handsome, or successful. He hadn't even gone to college. But the
ChelseaLast night had been a maelstrom of emotions, a whirlpool that had pulled Chelsea under and left him gasping for air. Arc had laid bare his soul, exposing the deepest, darkest secret he'd kept hidden from the world – even from Penelope. Chelsea's heart still raced at the memory of Arc's vulnerability, the anguish etched on his face like a scar.As he stood in Arc's room, Chelsea felt a flush rise to his cheeks. He'd fled to the bathroom, or so he'd claimed, but the truth was he'd needed to escape the overwhelming emotions that had threatened to consume him. The annoyance in Arc's eyes when Penelope interrupted their moment had sparked something primal within Chelsea, a fierce protectiveness he couldn't contain.And then, the memories of their passion flooded back, searing his mind like a branding iron. Arc's claim on him had been fierce, unrelenting, his touch igniting a fire that had burned them both. Chelsea's skin still tingled from the rough caress of Arc's lips