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Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT
Chelsea Chelsea slowly opened his eyes, grogginess clinging to his mind. The soft morning light streaming through the window highlighted the gentle contours of Arc's living room. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and that's when he saw him.Arc stood by the kitchen counter, sipping his coffee, his gaze lost in the window's vista. The morning light danced across his features, accentuating the stark asymmetry of his face. The right side, with its sunken eye and twisted contours, seemed to pull his entire visage into a perpetual scowl.Yet, as Chelsea's gaze lingered, the sun's rays caught the dark strands of Arc's wispy hair, casting a warm glow that softened the jarring lines. His tall, broad, lanky frame appeared almost majestic, like a weathered statue reclaimed by nature. The contrast between Arc's rough, imperfect exterior and the gentle morning light was captivating. Chelsea's heart skipped a beat as memories of last night flooded back
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER FORTY NINE
ArcArc didn't understand, but his irritation simmered, threatening to boil over and unleash hell on anyone in his path. As he bent to muck out the pigpen, a gruff voice growled from behind him."Something wrong with you, boy?"Arc didn't need to turn; the tone was unmistakably Bill's."Fine," Arc replied, his curt response a warning.A grunt sounded, followed by the unmistakable sound of Bill spitting. "You don't look it.""I'm doing my job, aren't I?" Arc retorted."Well, you're doing it with an attitude," Bill snapped. "You'll scare my sweet piggies away with that long face of yours."Arc clenched his jaw, choosing silence."Don't care how you're feeling, boy," Bill continued. "As long as you get your work done. No work, no pay."Bill's crunching footsteps faded into the distance, leaving Arc with the unspoken threat.Hours later, Arc discovered he'd be working overtime. One of the other workers had fallen ill with severe diarrhea. The ext
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER FIFTY
ChelseaChelsea seethed, resisting the urge to visit Arc. Hurt and anger warred within him, but anger dominated.He thought gaining 20,000+ new followers after posting the picture with Penelope would lift his spirits. His total now stood at 55,000+, but the milestone felt hollow. He craved the rush of his previous millions-strong following. Nothing seemed to work: Chelsea's frustration simmered. Why couldn't he regain his online momentum? "You've been too busy with distractions to focus on reclaiming your old life," his subconscious taunted. Why did Arc's approval mean more to him than thousands of adoring fans?But Chelsea hesitated. Did he truly want his old life back? He'd built his identity around being Chelsea Waters: the gay influencer son of a wealthy actor and modeling mom, the "fucked-up twink hottie" with daddy issues.Who was he without that persona? Chelsea's thoughts swirled with uncertainty. Had he ever known himself outside of his curate
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER FIFTY ONE
Arc Thursday was not looking to be a good day for him. His leg was a throbbing mess and even though the weather was warm, his skin was beginning to feel irritable. And he still wasn't able to take his mind off Chelsea. How was he even sure the thing he was feeling for Chelsea was love? The fairytales his momma used to read to him offered no clarity. Nightly, he scoured those worn pages, seeking answers, before collapsing from exhaustion. To make matters worse, his workmate's diarrhea persisted, and the pigs' sty had become a messier nightmare. Arc gazed out at the sprawling pig farm, Bill's pride and joy. the numerous sties, tucked away in every corner, seemed to stretch on forever. his task was daunting: cleaning each one to Bill's meticulous standards. viruses and diseases lurked around every corner, or so Bill's wikipedia research claimed. Arc's workdays blurred together: 7 am starts, 9 pm finishes. little extra pay, but he could
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER FIFTY TWO
Chelsea"You now have a million freaking followers Chelsea! That is crazy. It took a week for you to hit a million followers when you'd first created your I*******m account. And the tweets on Twitter about you and Archer are crazy." Lily's voice sounded in his ear. "Have you seen the comments? They are buzzing and raving. Larry Barry and Kevin can take that for a comeback! I'm back baby." Chelsea squealed, reveling in his triumph of a rebound. "Was I brilliant or was I brilliant?" Lily asked. Chelsea knew the question was rhetorical. "You're the total best Lily. I don't know what I'd do without you." Chelsea replied sweetly. "How about you start with adding a sizable bonus to my earnings, huh?" Lily said, suggestively. "As sizable as your wife's ass." Chelsea teased. "You leave my wife's booty alone. It's all mine." Lily laughed. Chelsea rolled his eyes. "I'm not interested in your wife's anything, nor will I ever be." "Just don't forget the bonus." Lily reminded. "Yeah I won
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER FIFTY THREE
ArcArc's hands shook as he devoured his food, desperate to distract himself from Penelope's piercing gaze. Did she sense the turmoil brewing within him? Could she hear his heart racing like a wild animal, driven by the sweet strawberry scent wafting from Chelsea's direction? Could she also feel the fear and excitement that filled him all at once? Penelope's knowing smile seemed to hold a secret, as if she saw the vulnerability Arc desperately concealed.The kitchen, once a cold space, now radiated warmth and connection.Chelsea's innocent question, "How was work today?" hung in the air. Arc nodded curtly, avoiding eye contact, haunted by the memory of Chelsea's kiss on his cheek. The gentle stretch of Chelsea's arms, the warmth in his eyes, had made Arc feel seen, welcomed home.The flutter in his chest intensified as Chelsea's hand brushed against his.Fear and excitement wrestled within him, threatening to expose his deepest emotions. Chelsea's gesture, stretching up to reach Arc'
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR
ChelseaChelsea retreated to his room, seeking solitude as he struggled to process his emotions. The memory of Arc's peaceful snores on the couch and Penelope's warm smile at the door lingered in his mind. He wasn't ready to face Arc again, unsure of how to navigate his conflicting feelings. The thought of Lily's lectures, Patricia's sympathetic listening, or his mom's persistent cruise invitations only made him want to hide further. Chelsea's phone buzzed with a text from Sarge, a reminder of their Saturday plans. Anticipation mixed with apprehension, as Chelsea hadn't had a thrilling experience in a while. But a lingering fear whispered doubts, making him uneasy. His thumbs hovered over the screen before typing out a simple 'yeah'. He hesitated, wondering if he should express his reservations or enthusiasm, but settled for neutrality. Sarge's response came quickly: 'Okey dokey! See you at 7pm at Rick's Riot.' Chelsea's stomach fluttered at the plans, his mind racing with possibil
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE
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.
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Fifty Shades Of Ugly SIXTY NINE
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
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT
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
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN
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
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER SIXTY SIX
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
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE
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
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR
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
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER SIXTY THREE
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
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER SIXTY TWO
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
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER SIXTY ONE
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
