Mia knelt next to her and gave her a kind nod. Yes, it would be incredible!"
Peyton rested her head back on the sofa, gazing up at the sky. "When she finally gets a hold of me, my sister is going to have a field day," she said. "And Declan will laugh himself silly."Does Declan have a sister that he married?"Not at all. It is he who wed my boss on his own private island in the Whitsundays.Right. the person you're crushing on."Had." possessed a crush on. But it's terrible how smitten he is with Chloe. I no longer have any regard for him at all.Yes, exactly, Mia snorted. It's awful, but not really, to see a gorgeous billionaire, that is, become all mushy and gooey over his expectant wife. Not in the slightest.Peyton let out a sigh. "I am aware."After the song ended, it began again.Mia sprang to her feet and exclaimed, "I have an idea." "This song is perfect for making fun of Dale. You may inform his new wife that she married a complete douchebag and tell him what a useless piece of sh*t he is.Peyton also leaped to her feet. That's quite clever! She started to cry and started to move to the music.Mia remarked, "But first, we have to make you look hot."Peyton cast her gaze inside. Her slacks had an unidentified stain and her t-shirt had a stain from the Thai she had spilled on herself during her catastrophic supper. That was most likely from the gathering. As she was leaving, one of the younger children grabbed her and begged her to bring back Cinderella."I'm wearing the cutest thing! Peyton cried out, glancing back to see the abandoned clothes bag."One of your outfits for a party? Mia questioned in an unclear tone.Peyton picked up the bag and remarked, "It's perfect," revealing the gorgeous blue dress as she unzipped it. It bore a striking resemblance to the one from the live-action movie released a few years prior. It's just what all men anticipate us to be. They want us to be attractive at the ball so they may flaunt themselves in front of their friends, but they also expect us to be knelt down when we get home.Mia laughed and spewed wine up her nose. "Pardon me?""Not in that manner! Peyton furled her brows. "They expect us to be on our knees, cleaning the kitchen floors and cooking for them and all that, like Cinderella.""Well, I'm not sure what century you're in, but there's this little thing called women's liberation—" said Mia.And just what benefit has women's liberation brought me? Exasperated, Peyton questioned. "I have to work, take care of the house, look well, and avoid coming off as a ballbuster by being neither overly domineering nor timid. Otherwise, I risk seeming like a doormat. I'm so over-contradicting myself! All I want is to be myself!""Sister, preach this! Mia pointed her phone toward Peyton and said."All right, here it is. My serious promise. I will no longer make an effort to win over guys! I'll put on clothes only for me. For me, I'm going to eat. I'm not going to the gym because I think I have to look good in order to attract a man; I'm going because I want to. I'll wear sweatpants to the bar if that's what I want to do. God help me, I'll leave the home without applying makeup or styling my hair. I'm done living my life in hopes of attracting and then maintaining a relationship with a man. What did that cocksucker Dale do to me after I done everything for him? married a showgirl on a goddamn scale. For heaven's sake! Not that he was all that terrific a boyfriend. In any case, why the hell do I need a man? I'm a self-sufficient, independent lady who is free to do whatever the heck I want. Men are only useful in the bedroom, and Dale wasn't particularly skilled in that area either. I don't even need a man for that since I haven't experienced an orgasm that wasn't self-assisted in three fucking years! What about the whole issue of the double standard? What? Why is it that when a woman engages in sexual activity, she is labeled as a crazy, nymphomaniacal slut, but it is acceptable—in fact, encouraged—for males to do the same? It's all a farce, this whole affair. The days of males having to haphazardly scatter their seed throughout the landscape to preserve the species are long gone. Some of those fools should never procreate, in actuality! N-E-V-E-R."Awesome! Mia purred.But I'm getting off-topic. Peyton said, staring directly into the phone's camera, "To all the men of the world." "I've had enough trying to win your favor. I'm over the entire marriage and love trap! And that's it! Peyton came to a stop. Her memory of the "light bulb" moment became clear. "I'm over-loving. You become foolish in love. Love compels you to say and do things that you otherwise would not. You become someone else out of love in an attempt to win back the affection of another. Okay, I'm through with it. I will only love myself. No one else. Do you desire this? She let go of the clothing bag and took a few photos, without revealing much in her tattered yoga pants and loose top. Then, you'll need to convince me that you're worthy. It's past time that a man bowed down to me.Peyton gently opened her eyes, then quickly closed them shut. It had brightness. Far too intelligent. It can't be that she shut the blinds before turning in. Her head felt like it was about to blow up when she attempted to open her eyes once more. Yes. I won't attempt that once again. It was wonderful to keep your eyes closed. Open eyes were not good. Really, really awful.She groaned as the intense light shot like a laser beam into her head, making her forget that opening her eyes was a horrible idea.There was a muffled whimper next to her, "Make it go away."Peyton was able to move her head just enough to see Mia sprawled out next to her, her black hair strewn over the pillow and her arm flung over her eyes.Once more, the buzzing sound occurred, and Peyton extended her hand to grab her phone off the nightstand. She narrowed her eyes and studied the screen, attempting to interpret all of the alerts she was receiving. She wasn't bothered at all. Without caring if the phone made it o
Peyton announced to Mia, who was staring at her as if she would pass out, "I'm going for a shower." "Cassie will arrive shortly."Mia remarked, "I might take off then." Mia avoided spending as much time as possible with Cassie since she intimidated her.Peyton responded, "You don't have to leave.""Yes, I believe I do."Peyton pulled Mia into an embrace and whispered, "I don't blame you, Mia, and neither will Cassie.""Nevertheless, I'd rather not be here just in case," Mia remarked.Peyton cluckingly responded, "Okay, chicken," as Mia made her way to the front door.Peyton took a deep breath and fought back the tears when she was alone herself. How could she always get caught up in this?Chloe and Becky accompanied Cassie as they arrived. They carried gifts that could be eaten when they entered Peyton's flat. Chloe was ready to break into any database in order to assist Peyton—she had already purchased her laptop. Peyton felt her tears well up again as Becky gave her a firm hug.She
Perhaps I wasn't as infatuated with him as I thought. You know, all I wanted was to be married and stable. He appeared to be the ideal man. He has decent but not spectacular looks. He was kind to me and did an excellent job. Although the sex wasn't great, you know it was consoling as well? Like, maybe I wouldn't have to worry that I wasn't enough for him if he was a true dynamo in the sack. I was confident that he wouldn't cheat because he was just mediocre.In the increasingly silent kitchen, that final sentence was met with silence. The truth was that he had cheated, even on a showgirl.She complained, "I'm destined to be alone for the rest of my life," and then shoved a large piece of bacon into her mouth.After being fed and checked on by her pals, Peyton was left alone once again. She took a seat with her laptop and confronted her worries. She saw the video that she had brought up.Indeed. Even though it was just as embarrassing as she had anticipated, there was something unsettl
"Carter Beckett! As he raced inside the office, Finn shouted.A few heads peered out from behind workstation dividers, quickly dissipating again when they noticed the meerkat-like grimace on his face. Finn showed no concern. He was angry, and he wanted everyone to know how angry he was.As Finn entered his office and closed the door behind him, his buddy and editor called him "Finn."Finn replied, "Fucking hell, Carter," and he fell back into the chair across from the desk. "I take a weekend trip, no, not even a weekend trip—""Finn—"Finn snarled, "You don't get to talk yet." "After spending a weekend away, you write this garbage on my blog? Carter, please, I thought we were capable of more than this.Carter only stared at Finn, who gave a gruff grunt at the back of his throat, without responding. Alright?""Now that I can talk, okay? Carter enquired while grinning pitifully.Finn flashed his fangs, and Carter raised his hands in submission."Okay," Carter said. Indeed. That video is
What happens then if I do? Carter responded, glaring at Finn with a no-nonsense expression. "You work for me, and I manage this goddamn website." You will write the fucking snot out of this if you want to carry on with your extremely successful profession as the man people go to for anything with women and dating."First off, we collaborate; I don't work for you. Secondly, don't you think that alienating every woman on the fucking globe would hurt my readership?""Finn, women don't read your blog.""No, but they are dated by men who do." How do you think this will turn out when more ladies become aware of what I'm doing?"Therefore, keep them from learning.And how would you suggest that I accomplish that while also writing about it?"Recall that your blog is exclusive to members. Furthermore, the males who are reading it won't be foolish enough to tell the ladies what you're doing since they will definitely not want them to know.Finn whispered, "I believe you're giving them more cre
He leaned back in his chair, looked over the statistics, and muttered a curse. Yes. They were not good. Up until a few months ago, the drop-off had been slow; after that, they were dropping like flies. He wondered how many of his regular readers had been lured to the bright new Man About Town website, which was giving away a free six-month membership with every new register since there was a new site, a rival site. Although The Playbook provided a tonne of free stuff (they would be crazy not to), there was a fee to read his blog as well as some of the other blogs on the site. It was comparable to the cost of a print magazine membership, so it was understandable why his viewership was declining when Man About Town offered six months of free material.Fuck it.He had no desire to engage in a sexual rivalry with another website. And what was even more unappealing than that was opening fire in a conflict that would harm only men and women worldwide. None of us would benefit from a conflic
Jack glanced at his kid in the hospital bed for a little minute, a moment of agonizing doubt, but he ultimately nodded and walked out. Readjusting his seat, Finn turned to face Riley.So, he uttered. "Rugby?"Riley gave a shrug. "Lunchtime was just a muck-around game." I was tackled, but it didn't really matter how I fell on my arm.Finn looked over the cast. "Is there space for writing on it?"Riley smiled. "Not with this particular one. Until my arm is less swollen, this is only a fictitious one. You can write on one of those colored ones that I get to keep."Very cool," Finn remarked. "What game are you playing? He gave the Nintendo a nod."Zelda.""The most recent one?"Riley gave a headshake. Nope. They just have this old console instead of the new one, but because it's Ocarina of Time, it's still cool, he shrugged.Finn gave a wise nod. He was aware of how much Jack and Riley enjoyed playing video games, particularly the whole Legend of Zelda series.When Finn opened the door af
Peyton swore. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The rain was pouring down and drenching her to the bone. Rivulets ran down her neck and under her shirt, not that her shirt wasn’t already wet through. She gripped the lug wrench and pulled, willing the nut to loosen so she could replace the tire and get the hell off the side of the road. All she wanted to do was go home and sink into a hot bath with a glass of wine and a good book. She did not want to be stranded on the side of the road with a flat tire in the pouring rain after the shitty day she had already had. It’s not that she hated her job, but ever since her ill-advised YouTube drunken rant, nobody was making her life easy. She saw the snide looks and heard the barely contained sniggers when she’d walked in that morning. Thankfully none of the kids knew anything about the incident and once she was in her costume, none of the parents did either. Dressing up as Wonder Woman was meant to be empowering, but today it just felt like an exc