All Chapters of Fifty Shades Of Ugly: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Arc Arc departed the party with a mix of exasperation and relief, after standing in a stiff posture for a selfie with Chelsea and his eager fans. Today marked a first for him – his first appearance in a social gathering that he'd been invited to, let alone a party. And, astonishingly, someone had touched him without recoiling in disgust. Typically, people didn't dare spare him a second glance. Yet, a gentle hum stirred in his belly, leaving him perplexed. He couldn't quite pinpoint the sensation, but it was a pleasant, warm feeling that enveloped him. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but you seem to be in a good mood," Chelsea said, his voice laced with surprise. Arc turned to him, his eyes narrowing slightly as he adjusted his position to avoid hitting his head on the roof. His leg throbbed with a dull ache, but it was manageable. The discomfort did little to dampen the strange, fluttery sensation that had taken up residence in his s

Arc "Just finished fixing the door," Brandon said, beaming with pride and held the door open, wider. "Sturdy now, isn't it?" Arc responded with a curt nod and began to walk past him. Brandon's grin faltered as he added, "You don't talk much. When I first saw you, I thought you were...you know, mute." He chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck with his empty hand. "Not in a stupid way, just...not able to speak." Arc raised an eyebrow at the man, sceptical. He was certain Brandon hadn't thought him mute initially. He could still recall the remark Brandon had made when they first met. "I'm sure you had other thoughts about me," Arc said dryly. Brandon paused, as if collecting his thoughts, and scratched his head. "I don't think I..." He trailed off, then winced, his cheeks flushing with redness. "Yeah, I remember now. Look," Brandon sighed, "I'm sorry about what I said when you first arrived. I say stupid

Chelsea Lily's parting shot still echoed in his mind: "You're not gonna let your ex get all the glory after he cheated, right?" She'd sped off to zoom with her wife, which didn't remind Chelsea of his non-existent love life. His ex's player ways and sympathy fest weren't even on his radar. He had something pertaining to look forward to anyways. He still hadn't forgotten about Sarge's invite and he was going to have to take him up on it since it'd been too long he'd rolled in the hay with someone. Chelsea was a pro at one-night stands when he was single and needed a hook-up. Toys were an option, but he craved human touch – the warmth, the intimacy. And he was determined to drag Arc, kicking and screaming along, if he had to. Arc's perpetual grumpiness had Chelsea wondering if he was overdue for some action too. But then there was that laugh last night... the one that still had Chelsea feeling a thrill in his gut. He couldn't help but feel a little smug about i

Chelsea As Chelsea stepped into Harry Waters's office, the warmth and sophistication enveloped him. The room, a testament to the esteemed actor's success, exuded classic Hollywood glamour. Rich mahogany woodworks adorned the walls, floor, and furniture, while the scent of polished wood and leather wafted through the air. Waters's desk, crafted from a single piece of majestic mahogany, commanded attention. Intricate carvings danced across its surface, echoing the opulence of a bygone era. A plush, burgundy leather chair sat behind, inviting relaxation. Floor-to-ceiling mahogany bookshelves lined the walls, housing Oscar statuettes, rare scripts, and vintage photographs. The room's centerpiece was a stunning mahogany fireplace, its mantle adorned with golden awards and personalized plaques. Chelsea's gaze swept the room, lingering on unfamiliar treasures: a framed poster of his father's breakout film - Dark Hat-mattan, the bespoke mahogany

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