Chapter three- Rage of Rejection

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Andrena and Christiana carried me and dropped me into their car before driving away. I stared into the air as if I were having a stroke. They opened the car door and called one of the guards to carry me inside. The moment I fell onto my bed, I screamed out loud, unable to control my emotions.

“No!!!” I screamed, running to the mirror. “I have lost my beauty… I have lost my charm…

Aaargh!” I screamed at the top of my voice as my head burned with madness. “He threw me out… He nearly smashed my bones… He said he would slap me… as if I’m some kind of baby. I am twenty-one, not a child… And he is obviously still in his twenties or early thirties.”

I screamed again.

“Shhh! Don’t cry,” Christiana whispered, cleaning my tears.

“Maybe it was the makeup and the dress,” Andrena whispered. “Maybe you should try something sexier.”

“I recorded it. Or maybe we should edit it and frame him,” Christiana whispered.

I lost my cool. I pushed her violently and nearly punched her face. “How dare you insult my ego?” I yelled.

“I’m sorry, Jojo,” Christiana whispered.

“Don’t you dare! I am Josephine Maradona. Men tremble at my feet, and he won’t be exempted. I’m never going to win cheaply. I will make sure I break him with my beauty, and nothing will stop me.”

“He was supposed to beg to have me. He was supposed to weep to have my coochie on camera, and nothing must stop that. The internet should protest to have him killed, including my modeling brand!” I screamed at her.

“That reminds me, we have a modeling shoot tonight and your crush Sugar will be performing at the event after the shoot.”

I smiled, opening my phone. Yeah, Sugar was the only guy I respected, and I would do everything to have and protect him. But sadly, he was always masked and didn’t give a fuck about my dry ass. He didn’t even know me. I should have been running to his concert tonight, but I didn’t feel like it. Professor Winsley had ruined my mood.

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Not less than five minutes later, I stood up from the bed, adjusting my clothes and makeup.

“Where are you going?” Christiana asked.

“I’ve changed my mind. I’m going for the shoot.”

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The modeling studio lights were blinding, but I barely noticed them. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in a tiny black lace corset that pushed my breasts up dangerously high, paired with a matching micro-skirt that barely covered my ass. My long dark hair cascaded in perfect waves down my back, lips painted blood-red, my eyes smoky and fierce. The photographer kept clicking away, shouting praises.

I posed, arching my back. All I could see in the mirror was Professor Winsley’s face when he threw me out of his office like a piece of trash. “Little bird,” he had called me. Then he had carried me out and slammed the door.

My stomach twisted with a mix of rage and humiliation that refused to fade.

“Jojo, you will be fine, okay?” Andrena whispered from the side, adjusting my hair between shots.

“Shut up,” I snapped, forcing a smile for the camera. “I’m thinking about how I’m going to destroy that bastard,” I whispered.

Christiana shifted uncomfortably. “Maybe we should slow down. He seems… different,” she whispered.

I shot her a deadly glare. “Different? He’s a man. All men break. He’ll beg for this body before I’m done with him,” I hissed.

The shoot wrapped up an hour later. As I changed back into a short red dress, my phone beeped with a notification about Sugar’s concert.

A small, genuine smile touched my lips. But my mind kept drifting back to Professor Winsley’s office — the way his hand had felt on my hip, firm and controlled. The way his eyes hadn’t filled with lust like every other lecturer’s. The way he had looked at me like I was a misbehaving child instead of the queen I was. It pissed me off.

I entered my car. Andrena and Christiana sat in the back seat. I drove to the location where Sugar was performing. It was obviously a club. I went to the counter, grabbed a drink, and downed it in one go.

Andrena and Christiana hovered nearby, sensing my mood.

“Jojo, maybe we should just enjoy the night,” Christiana suggested carefully.

“Enjoy?” I laughed bitterly. “That man humiliated me twice in one day. No one does that to Josephine Maradona.”

“Fuck! You are still on this? Move on…” Andrena snarled, and I nearly threw my phone at her.

My phone buzzed again. This time, a notification from the university group. Someone had posted a blurry video from outside Winsley’s office: me being carried out and dumped on the floor. The caption read: “Sweet Poison getting swept away… Professor Winsley is built different!”

Rage exploded in my chest instantly. My heart flipped. It was obvious that it wasn’t just Professor Winsley I would be facing, but an unknown stalker.

First this stalker knew I cried, and now the stalker knew Professor Winsley threw me out of his office? Who could that be? What if I tried to frame Professor Winsley and the stalker had evidence against me? I clenched my fist and ran out of the club.

“Jojo, wait!” Christiana and Andrena ran after me.

I suddenly paused, turned to them before they could speak, grabbed the two girls by their necks, and slammed them against my car.

“Ouch!” Andrena screamed while Christiana tried to push my hand away.

I suddenly let go of them and glared. “You two had better not play games with me. If I find out you are the ones posting about my downfall on the school websites, I will ruin both of you along with Professor Winsley at the same time.”

“Really? So now you feel we could betray you?” Andrena sniffed, cleaning her tears.

“You should have known… Josephine only cares about herself. Everyone around her is just a fly.” I muttered.

“It’s fine. I guess we will part ways,” Andrena and Christiana screamed at me as they walked away.

I pulled my hair in frustration and that was when I realized my favorite wristwatch was gone. I had thrown it at Professor Winsley.

I smiled at the havoc I would cause in school. As for Andrena and Christiana, I didn’t have to bother. They would come running back to me.

I threw my bubble gum away, opened my car door, and zoomed off.

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