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Stealing From An Unconscious Woman
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A Million Dollar Deal "I Prefer To Choose My Own Infections"
CHAPTER 9Sophia“I Prefer To Choose My Own Infections”All eyes snapped to the top of the stairs like we’d been waiting for the villain reveal in a soap opera. Daphne stood there in a nude dress so tight it looked painted on, thigh slit flirting with indecency, cowl neckline that one wrong move could cause a wardrobe malfunction.Makeup bold enough to stop traffic, platinum curls in a deliberately messy updo—she'd turned family dinner into her personal red-carpet moment. The first red flag had waved the second I realized she wasn’t downstairs while I was already dressed and setting the table. I knew then she was upstairs cooking up something dramatic, probably planning to steal the spotlight faster than a TikTok influencer spotting a viral sound. She glided down the stairs like she was walking a runway.“I hope you weren't planning on starting dinner without me. ““Oh, I absolutely was,” I said, smile tight.“Thought you'd lost interest in anything that didn’t come with a spotlig
A Million Dollar Deal I Guess My Facade Is In The Flesh
CHAPTER 8Sophia“I Guess My Facade Is In The Flesh”The air in the principal’s office was thick with the scent of floor wax and the over-perfumed indignation of Mrs Sanders.I sat there, watching Mason’s parents treat the room like a courtroom where they were the prosecution.“...It's a matter of provocation, really,” Mr Sanders droned, adjusting his tie as if he were closing a corporate merger. “Mason is a high-energy, alpha-type child. If Summer didn't want to be pushed, perhaps she shouldn't have been standing in the path of his game. It's a spatial awareness issue.”“A spatial awareness issue?” I repeated, my voice dropping into a dangerously quiet register.“Is that the fancy suburban term for ‘my son is a budding sociopath’? Because from where I’m sitting, it looks more like a ‘your kid is a bully' issue.”“Now see here, Miss Banner—” Mrs Sanders began, her face reddening.“No, you see here,” I snapped, leaning forward.My ring caught the fluorescent light, blinding her for a
A Million Dollar Deal Marrying Little Miss Valak
CHAPTER 7SophiaMarrying Little Miss Valak The Rusty Anchor was the kind of place where the air was 40% neon light and 60% bad decisions.It was the heart of Lindsborg and the only bar where you could get a craft cocktail that tasted like jet fuel and a side of a hot life-altering gossip.I pushed through the doors, the midday sun at my back, and for a second, the room went dead silent.Hanson, the owner, was polishing a glass behind the bar, and Jimmy, the other bartender, was restocking the kegs. Both of them looked right through me. They were looking for the girl in the muddy boots and the oversized flannel. They didn't recognize the woman in the tailored cigarette pants and the silk blouse that cost more than their liquor license.“I'm looking for the loudest ginger in the building,” I said, leaning against the sticky mahogany bar.From the far end of the counter, a head of familiar deep ginger curls popped up like a jack-in-the-box.Delilah—all four-feet-eleven of pure, unfil
A Million Dollar Deal Stealing From An Unconscious Woman
CHAPTER 6Sophia Stealing From An Unconscious Woman The Rolls-Royce Spectre was so quiet it felt like we were gliding on silk rather than gravel.I thanked Isaac as he helped me out, then made the short trek to Mrs Potts’ place to collect Summer.My neighbor didn't ask about the designer dress or the hair, she just handed over my sleeping niece with a warm squeeze of the arm that said she was in my corner, no matter what. By the time I walked into the farmhouse. Summer was a heavy, warm weight against my shoulder. Isaac followed, carrying enough luxury shopping bags to stock a small boutique. “Careful with those, Isaac,” I whispered as we reached the porch.Isaac nodded, his expression unreadable as he balanced three oversized, gold-embossed shopping bags in each hand. He followed me inside, the floorboards groaning under the weight of a lifestyle this house had never seen before. Daphne was on the sofa, bathed in the flickering blue light of a fashion show, a bag of chips bala
A Million Dollar Deal A Show They'll Never Forget
CHAPTER 5SophiaA Show They'll Never ForgetBy late afternoon, I was a stranger to myself.Sharon had been relentless.I had been poked, prodded, waxed, and shorn.My long tangled hair was gone, replaced by a sleek, killer bob that brushed my shoulders and made my neck look a mile long.My face had been polished to a glow I didn't know I possessed.I returned to Mr Ashford's house in a dress of deep blue silk that felt like a second skin, followed by maids carrying a mountain of shopping bags.I look like the woman Daphne spends all night crying about in her diary.I thought, catching my reflection in the glass front doors.As the maids bustled away with the bags, my phone buzzed in my new, overpriced clutch.I glanced at the screen and felt a wave of relief.I moved to the foyer and hit accept.“Hey, Mrs Potts.”“Sophia, dear! I was just calling to let you know Summer is tucked in safe,” My neighbor's kind voice came through.“Oh, alright. I hope she didn't give you too much troubl
A Million Dollar Deal One Of Our Kinks
CHAPTER 4SophiaOne Of Our KinksThe morning air was thick with the scent of damp earth.After dropping Summer at school, and receiving a sticky, strawberry-scented kiss on the cheek that reminded me exactly why I was doing this.Then I drove to Mr Ashford's house.The rattling of my truck felt like a countdown I wasn't ready to finish.Mrs Henley met me at the door with a polite welcoming smile, her silver hair perfectly coiffed.She was a woman of crisp linens and a soft British accent that always made me feel more like a guest than a delivery girl.“Morning, Mrs Henley.”“Good morning, Sophia,” she said warmly.“He's in the study. I believe they're waiting for you.” “Thanks, Mrs Henley. I'll try not to track any mud in.”“Don’t worry, a little mud won't hurt anyone dear.” I walked toward the study and pushed the heavy oak doors.Inside, Mr Ashford was perched on the edge of his desk.He was wearing a white two-piece lounge set—a cashmere-blend hoodie and matching joggers.The sl
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