All Chapters of The Disreputable Love Transaction: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Professor Aschwa was discussing something about corporate taxes when I felt my stomach rumble.Rumble was an understatement. I was seated on my bed, leaning against my headboard. The sound was loud enough that Gray, who was currently pressing his face against Mexi’s aquarium, turned around to look at me, a teasing glint in his eyes. Already bracing myself for the things he would say, I raise my arm up and point at him, narrowing my eyes as much as I could, “Don’t you dare.” Gray dared, “Aww, is the pig hungry?” Rolling my eyes, I place my hand on my belly again, “Can you check the stockpile room if I still have some Todas?”“You’re still eating those?&rd

Taking a deep breath, I smile patiently at the laptop.“Thomas,” I say, the smile slowly turning into a frustrated tight-lipped purse of lips, “Didn’t we discuss this a few days ago already? I told you you’re supposed to treat the missing number as the letter x. Remember the formula? Do you, Thomas?” Thomas cleared his throat from the other end of the screen, scratching his cheeks. “Yeah,” Thomas mumbles softly, “But I keep forgetting. It’s different when you teach online instead of having you here. I’m just not used to this kind of teaching, I guess.” Shaking my head, I rubbed my temples. I wanted to tell Thomas that regardless of whether I was teaching him through the laptop or in

The man’s wallet had a few hundred dollars, calling cards, a paper clip, and a picture of a woman who was way too beautiful for him. If I was being perfectly honest, the money he had on his wallet was nowhere near enough of the tips I made that night. The thing about doing bad things was that one of these days, it would come to bite you in the ass. And that’s karma for you. I just didn’t know I’ll be hit by it this early into the game. Usually, karma happens when you’re already old and a bit more stable in life. And that wasn’t what happened to me.I already have a lot of things happening to me recently, and this would even add. It’s like I have a demon clinging onto me and wishing for my downfall. I’ve be

“Do you have something to tell me, buddy?” It was a few days later, and I was having a pretty decent day considering everything that had happened a few nights ago. Obviously, one therapy session together with my family didn’t really cut it out for all of us to speak up about the trauma that we had been through when we were staying at our parent’s house. The only reason Red broke down sobbing is that the little idiot was repressing everything in. According to our psychologist, his anger for himself and for our parents had always been misdirected to other things. The reason he often spoke out of anger or looked as if he was one look away from punching someone was because he was looking to displace his anger on something else.When the psychologist told us this, obviously Red wasn&rs

“Who would have known you would get together with the skank at the club?”I grip my skirt under the table as hard as I could because I was this close to jumping over the table to strangle the guy. The sad thing is, he might even be in to it, which sucks. Markus didn’t seem to have the same restraint as me because he slammed his fists on the table, leaning dangerously close to the man he once considered his friend.“Stop talking,” Markus gritted through clenched teeth. I didn’t even bother looking at my him as I grabbed the glass of juice on the table and sipped from the straw. “You’re being an asshole, Jonah, and you know it.” “Careful, Markus,” Jonah said, all arrogant and boastful. “You wouldn’t want our connection broken just by s