Initially, Celeste had something to say. But her mind went blank the moment Damon kissed her. She lost her ability to speak. Damon raised the divider in the car, blocking off the driver's access to the backseat. He bit on Celeste's lips lightly before letting go. He then forced his tongue into her mouth, touching the tip of her tongue and grazing her teeth. Celeste felt a tremor as Damon kept stimulating her. But unlike usual, she welcomed his actions. She tried to copy him by forcing her tongue into his mouth awkwardly. "You're so silly, darling." Damon chuckled. He lifted her and placed her on his lap to face him. After a while, Damon changed his focus and started sucking on her earlobe. When she was making an impatient sound, he unhooked her bra from the outside of her shirt. Celeste didn't resist. Her cheeks were as red as an apple. Her hands that were clutching onto his tie were trembling a little. Damon knew that she had always been conservative in this aspect. Th
Only girls raised in normal families would cry and whine after a breakup. They'd set aside their pride and shame as they made a scene.But Megan received an elite education from childhood. Maintaining her dignity was a priority.She even felt that they could proceed with their collaboration and interact normally as friends. After all, Winston never made any promises or outright reject her. He didn't assume responsibility for anything over her. Hence, there shouldn't be any disappointment. Apart from the fact that he didn't love her, there was nothing wrong with him. Winston and Jane accompanied Lilian the whole night. They only drove back home in the morning. Jane's physical condition was unlike people in their 70s. Despite not sleeping for a whole night, she was still able to look at her phone while sitting in the passenger seat. She didn't seem tired at all. "Meg is so pretty." She came across Megan's TikTok account. When the traffic light was red, she showed it to Wins
"Why are you getting a tattoo suddenly?" Megan was driving. Sitting in the passenger seat, Celeste asked her with confusion. "Things between me and Mr. Belasco have ended. It's finally over," Megan said. She raised her left arm. The sleeve of her coat slid down, revealing the gruesome-looking "Belasco" on her forearm. She had carved the name on the same spot repeatedly on countless nights. The skin in that area had thickened and became protruded. It looked even more terrifying than the first time she saw it. Celeste couldn't help but gasp. Megan's heart must be in so much pain that she'd feel numb enough to do such a thing to her own body! "Megan, I never expected you to be so extreme. You should've been living a quiet and peaceful life." Celeste's voice was soft, as if she feared scaring Megan. "How could I have done that? If I preferred a quiet and peaceful life, I wouldn't have been friends with you." Megan gave her a side-eye. "But my heart hurts seeing you like
The conch was colorful. It was a rare species. Winston tapped open the comment section. "That's a Triton's trumpet, isn't it? It's so pretty!" "Can't believe you're so punk, love it!" "Why did you get a tattoo here? Was it to cover a scar?" Under this comment, Megan replied with a simple "Yes." Seeing this interaction, Winston saved the image and enlarged it. It was a rather gruesome scar. It was covered well with the skill of that tattoo artist. However, the shape of the protruding flesh resembled a word. Was this the reason why she always hid her arm? Winston frowned. He remembered that there was nothing on her arm the first time they were in the car together. When Winston checked the comments again, the tattoo artist left a comment of their own. "Thank you for appreciating our work, beautiful!" On the tattoo artist's page was a phone number and address. Winston took a screenshot of it and sent it to his assistant. "Check what Megan hid under her tattoo." Th
Celeste stared at her best friend, and her heart clenched. She knew that Megan had been self-conscious around her uncle, but she didn't expect Megan to feel so lowly of herself to that extent. Megan said she wanted to be with Winston whether or not he loved her. Celeste thought that her intention was to get closer to him and get him to love her. She didn't expect Megan to think that way. "You… must have felt so horrible back then." Megan didn't have any expectations for that man despite knowing that he didn't love her. Instead, she sacrificed herself and gave her body to him willingly. Megan shook her head. "Actually, I was happy. Do you know how people feel when they take drugs? They'd feel empty and in pain afterward, even when doing it. That said, they're addicted and can't stop themselves." Winston was her drug, but it didn't make her feel anything anymore. Celeste contemplated this. "You were just conned and used by him then." "No. Apart from the fact that he d
How could they wear such revealing clothes in this weather? Looking at the two, Winston frowned. Celeste's outfit was still somewhat acceptable. She wore a long, knitted dress beneath her coat. Conversely, Megan was wearing a wine-red leather jacket on top of a cropped tank top that showed her tummy. She wore a miniskirt and black fishnet stockings beneath a pair of boots. Despite her flashy outfit, her appearance was balanced by her obedient-looking face of a rich heiress. If anything, she looked elegant.What's going on? She had always looked well-behaved. Had she finally unleashed her true nature after the breakup? Winston's frown deepened. That's not true. They had never dated before, so there was no breakup in the first place. When Megan sent him that text, she only said to end things, right? Winston felt a little frustrated as he watched the two entering the club. "What a lucky day to see such beauties right after we came out. Mr. Belasco, I'll take my leave now. T
Megan wanted to pick a male escort and spend the night with him. Winston was the one who took away her dignity first. He would seem unimportant if she allowed a second man to do the same to her. That was her logic. Celeste disagreed with it, but she didn't stop Megan. Celeste loved her so much that she'd be biased for Megan. She'd even blame it on herself if she found out that Megan murdered someone. If she decided to spend the night with a male escort under safe conditions, Celeste wouldn't stop her. That said, Megan was the same as her. They were both, in truth, conservative. The male escorts were handsome, although their demeanor differed from Winston's—but they were just as good-looking. They were soft-spoken and egoless, which made them great at making women happy. "Which one of them do you want?" Celeste gave her a look and asked. Megan shot a glance at the man nearest to her. She gulped down some vodka. If she didn't make herself drunk with hard liquor, it'd
"You're quite the player for hiring over 20 male escorts. So how was it? Did you think those weaklings would be able to serve you well?" Damon looked down at her. Standing by the bed, he looked at her helpless face and mocked. Celeste knew she had done something wrong. Turning her face to the side, she didn't say a word. "Why aren't you speaking, huh?" Damon reached out to pinch her chin, turning her face over. He looked at her with dark eyes. Celeste had a tense look as he held her chin. She just stared at him without a word. Because of the stubborn look on her face, Damon felt even more frustrated. He increased the force on her chin as he glared at her. "Why aren't you answering me now?" Celeste thought about it. She made a mistake this time. She only thought about making Megan happy and didn't consider how Damon would feel. She should be setting aside her ego and coaxing him. The two of them had been through so much together, so she shouldn't allow something like