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Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
Chelsea The car was a snug fit for Arc, its low ceiling and cramped interior forcing him to duck slightly to avoid hitting his head. Chelsea was a little proud of himself from cleaning out the car before coming to pick up Arc. "So here's the plan," Chelsea said. "We attend that party and make a show of our fake kin-man-ship in front of everyone." "Only you would call this pretentious charade a kin-man-ship," Arc retorted. "You're getting to know me better, that's great," Chelsea said. "So, what else have you observed about me?" "Except the fact that you annoy me, nothing else," Arc retorted. "Ha! I'm glad you think of me that way." Chelsea drawled. "Besides, being a thorn in someone's flesh is something I excel at, and, it's a wonderful trait to have." Arc shrugged and gazed out the window, his attention drifting away. The car groaned and screeched in protest as it rattled down the road, its worn joints and tired engine crying out in agony. "You're ok
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
Arc As they pulled into the driveway of a large, two-story building, Arc was assaulted by loud pop music blasting through the air. The cacophony was excruciating to his ears, and he wondered why the neighbors hadn't yet filed a complaint, assuming the party had been raging for some time. As Chelsea stepped out of the car, Arc tensed up and his anxiety spiked. Not wanting to appear weak in front of him, Arc followed suit, carefully exiting the vehicle to avoid hitting his head. But as he joined Chelsea, the chaotic scene before them sent Arc's instincts into overdrive, and he felt a strong urge to make a hasty retreat. "Now that's a party." Chelsea exclaimed, his enthusiasm unmistakable. Arc couldn't decide whether to agree or disagree since he'd never been to a party before but he knew this wasn't the sort of social gathering he wanted to be a part of. He found himself wishing they had indeed veered off course, maybe really falling into a
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
Chelsea River stood with a confident grace, their bright red hair cascading down their back like a fiery waterfall. The vibrant locks were untamed, with subtle waves and loose curls framing their pear-shaped face. Their eyes sparkled like shimmering aquamarine gemstones, radiating warmth and kindness. A smattering of freckles across their cheeks and nose added a playful touch, as if the stars themselves had kissed their skin. River's style is eclectic and bohemian, with flowing clothing that seemed to dance around them like the ocean's currents. A delicate seashell necklace adorned their neck, symbolizing their connection to the sea and its mystical allure. And their laugh was as delicate with a hint of fierceness that embodied her character. River was easygoing and had quite a sense of humour that resonated with Chelsea. Their friends- Kayla, Matty and Farron, were also alright, eccentric teenagers that took life in stride and they se
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
Arc As Arc's's gaze met Chelsea's, his heart skipped a beat. A warm, thrumming sensation settled in the pit of his stomach, leaving him yearning for something he knew was out of reach. Just as he was lost in his eyes, a cheerful voice cut through the moment. "Hello there, Arc! Surprise seeing you here!" Arc groaned under his breath, recognizing the chipper tone all too well. "Good afternoon, Miss Sarah," Arc replied with a hint of dry sarcasm. Sarah appeared before him, radiant in a bright yellow sundress, her hair tied up in a relaxed, messy bun. Her warm smile and sparkling eyes exuded a cheerful energy, which didn't surprise Arc one bit - he'd grown accustomed to her sunny presence. "You never miss an opportunity to highlight my single status, do you?" He rolled his eyes, "You're well past the era of trying not to be single." With a delighted clap of her hands, Sarah exclaimed, "Ah hah, someone's developed a
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
Chelsea Chelsea watched River disappear into the distance, promising to reunite and take a group selfie once they found their friends. But as he trudged up the steps to the house, his mind lingered on the mysterious woman who'd dragged Arc away. Why had Arc seemed so complacent, almost familiar with her? The memory nagged at Chelsea, and his unease grew as he heard a loud, angry shout erupt from within the house. As Chelsea reached the top step, the shout grew louder, and he could make out words: "I don't care who has a say, just get that thing out of here!" The voice was unfamiliar, so the venom in it sent a shiver down Chelsea's spine. He hesitated, wondering if he should enter the house or wait for River's return. The promise of a selfie seemed trivial now, replaced by a sense of foreboding. But since Arc was inside, Chelsea didn't hesitate before pushing the door open. Another angry voice responded to the first, and Chelsea w
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
Chelsea The gathering was a vibrant mix of generations, with guests ranging from their 40s to 80 years young, all united in the eclectic atmosphere of their hosts' quirky residence. The spacious interior, adorned with whimsical decor and curious trinkets, provided the perfect backdrop for lively conversations and laughter. The sounds of jazz and swing music entangled in the air that was filled with laughter. Some of the attenders preferred to linger by the fireplace, sharing tales and gossip with their neighbors. Chelsea felt like a stranger as he passed through the crowd, the curious stares he received, crawling under his skin like maggots. "Don't mind those old geezers," Sarah said, her voice low and reassuring. "They don't take kindly to newcomers." Chelsea nodded, following her closely as she led him to the kitchen. The kitchen was a sprawling space with immaculate, polished cabinets and surfaces that gleamed in the soft ligh
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
Arc "Don't worry, dear. Sarah doesn't bite," Doris's soothing voice reassured him. She had led them to a quieter, more secluded corner with less music and fewer people. They all sat around a round table, large enough to accommodate them, but Arc remained standing. "I'd be down in the dumps if I were you, boy," Doris said with a chuckle. "Your lover boy is going to emerge from there, chafed." "He's not my lover boy," Arc snarled, swirling around to face Ethel with a warning growl. "He's not my lover boy," he repeated, his voice low and even. "Don't go pointing those fangs at me, boy, I ain't scared of you," Ethel shot back, her tone defiant. "Ethel, why don't you let the young man be?" Gertrude intervened, her voice calm and soothing. "We can't take you anywhere without you causing a scene... or a war," Doris added, her tone exasperated. "Ursula had started it," Ethel defended, her voice rising. "You should've lef
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
Chelsea "Archie, wait!" Chelsea pulled his hand forcefully out of Arc's grasp as they reached the bottom of the wooden steps. Arc paused, his back stiffened, shoulders squared, and fists clenched. "What the hell was that? That was so rude!" Chelsea yelled out, his voice echoing through the evening air. Arc's gruff reply came with a nod toward the darkening sky. "We should leave. It's getting late." The sun's descent was a slow goodbye, casting a warm orange glow over the landscape, but time seemed to have slipped away unnoticed. That wasn't a good enough reason for Arc to drag him off that way. "That's not..." Chelsea began, but Sarge's voice stopped him. He turned around to see Sarge jog down the steps and reach him in an instant. Sweat clung to his forehead, and he wiped it out with his hand, giving Chelsea a wide grin. Chelsea flashed his signature flirty smile. "You caught up with me." He reached out to rub Sarge's shou
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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
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER SIXTY
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
