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
"No? Weren't you enjoying yourself at the club?" Damon's smile was terrifying. Celeste wanted to escape from him. "Not really…" She protested in a tiny voice. "Having drinks just like this is no fun. Why don't I pour some of that onto my abs?" Damon mimicked the tone of a male escort and acted coquettishly toward Celeste. He poured half a glass of whiskey for himself. Holding the glass, he leaned in closer. All those words from the male escorts were directed toward Megan! It had nothing to do with her at all! Celeste was so anxious that she broke out into a cold sweat. She felt wronged. "Those people aren't even the slightest bit manly. They had so much makeup on their faces. How did you manage to talk to them at all?" Damon sat to Celeste's right. He turned around and faced her. Stretching his arm out, he trapped her into the corner of the couch. The two were in such close proximity that they could feel each other's breaths. Celeste could even smell the familiar citr
Damon worked out all year long. There were beautiful, well-defined muscles on his abdomen. His eight-pack abs were clearly visible. The amber liquid flowed along Damon's abs. It flowed from his stomach all the way down to his groin. Celeste's face was flushed red. Holding her breath, she couldn't avert her eyes. "Darling, come here." Damon was turned on. With a hoarse voice, he coaxed her into coming closer. Celeste didn't want to move and merely watched him with widened eyes. "Come here, darling." Damon reached out and pulled her over. "No…" Celeste was so embarrassed that she was on the verge of tears. With a trembling voice, she refused. "Be a good girl." Damon held the back of her head and pressed her down on his abs. "Stick out your tongue. Good girl, baby." His body and throat were burning with desire as he coaxed her with a husky voice. Under his seduction, Celeste finally stuck her tongue out. Shivering, she licked his abs. "Oh!" Damon felt a shock spr
Was she drunk, or was she just mocking him? Winston stared at Megan with a frown. "Did I tip you already? I'm so drunk, I can't remember." Hearing no reply from Winston, Megan mumbled. She then casually pulled a stack of cash from her leather jacket and stuffed it into Winston's hand. "Is this enough? If not, I'll transfer more to you tomorrow." Holding the stack of cash, Winston laughed helplessly. Did he just get hired as a prostitute? The group of male escorts were taken aback as well. They didn't know Winston, but they had seen enough in life. They saw a Rolex around his wrist as Winston held Megan's arm. The money needed to buy it would be enough for any commoner to spend in a lifetime. How could he be a male escort here? He was probably Megan's partner, likely here to catch her in the act. The male escort who thought he could spend the night with Megan became disappointed. He was overwhelmed by Winston's overbearing demeanor and could only stand idly to the side