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My Tormentor Is My Lover [Tormentor Series #2] 18. Hello, lioness...
ROSEI pulled on the scraps of fabric that passed as my outfit and wrapped a robe tightly around myself. Winter appeared at the door, announcing that everything was ready—they were waiting for me. Just before we stepped out of the trailer, she held out a file.I gave her a questioning look.“It’s the standard contract. Already signed by the model,” she replied.I took the pen from her and scribbled my signature, wanting to get it over with. God, I wish I had just stormed into his office and fired him on the spot. That would’ve been fun. But I wasn’t even sure I had that kind of authority. I only owned fifty-one shares of the Indian branch. After I signed the contract, she led me to the sea shore where the sand was wet under my feet and the tides were coming and going, touching my feet that were wrapped in sparkling gold Louboutin heels.The girls from earlier returned, adjusting my hair and patting down invisible creases. I felt like a doll, poked, polished, posed. I swear if after a
My Tormentor Is My Lover [Tormentor Series #2] 17. She is here!
RYAN “What the fuck?” I growled, lurching upright and swinging blindly, fists clenched and heart pounding like I’d woken mid-fight, which, honestly, wouldn’t have been a surprise.It was becoming a sick routine- me blacking out, waking up in chaos, and my best friend Arjun playing wake-the-damaged-lunatic. But today? The bastard had taken it up a notch. He’d dumped an entire tray of what felt like Arctic ice water all over me.I flinched as another ice cube slid down my back and landed with a thud in my lap. “You son of a bitch,” I muttered, glaring at Arjun who stood beside the bed, smugly placing the ice tray on the nightstand like he hadn’t just woken me up with the least favorite method in enitew human race.“How many did you fight this time?” he asked, tossing a towel at my face.“Two,” I grunted, pressing the towel to my throbbing face. The edge grazed my split lip and the swollen temple, making me wince.“Well… that’s one hell of a way to be welcomed back to New York,” drawled
My Tormentor Is My Lover [Tormentor Series #2] 16. Body prep?!
ROSE "Tell me, Winter, how long do you think, it'll take my husband to see this video and come here?” I asked, almost giddy with the idea of seeing him again. Winter studied me for a second. Maybe she thought I was unhinged. Then, as if she somehow understood—though I doubt she really did—she said with a small smile, “Not long, Ma’am. They’re playing that video on every news channel. And if I may say… you looked awesome firing that douchebag.” I raised an eyebrow at her choice of words, and as she opened the trailer door, she added quickly, “Let’s just say no one liked him.”"I'd be surprised if anyone did."When we entered the trailer, I was immediately assaulted by a mixture of scents—vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, mint. It smelled more like a candy store than a beauty salon. “Hi, Ma’am. I’m Jess. I’ll be helping you through the body prep.” Jess was a middle-aged woman with a few white strands in her hair that gave her a graceful, distinguished air. She introduced me to the re
My Tormentor Is My Lover [Tormentor Series #2] 15. Reclaim the power
ROSE“Are you sure?” Michael asked again, his voice laced with concern.I grabbed the silk robe draped over the chair and walked toward the bathroom. “Yup.” The word left my mouth with more confidence than I felt. Truth was, I wasn’t sure. Not even a little. I was a mess—tightly coiled on the inside, like every breath I took might be the one that made me shatter.I shut the door behind me and looked in the mirror. And faced the reality. I let my eyes wander over my body with critical eyes. Cataloguing my shortcomings. Every flaw, every curve, every imperfection catalogued under harsh, unforgiving lights.And my mind went back to the scene I created not too long ago.----“You..” The director had laughed mockingky. Then turning to his crew he'd said, “This almost size eight is here to shoot the 'End of Summer'.” Some of them laughed with him and some of them looked at me with sympathy in their eyes. Only the assistant director and his shadow had stayed silent. They knew who I was. Th
My Tormentor Is My Lover [Tormentor Series #2] 14. Welcome to New York
ROSE“Rose!!”I turned left, my stomach still churning from the hellish flight. Eight weeks pregnant and I hadn’t gotten any morning sickness up until now.But apparently as soon as we were high up in the air to New York, the tiny Ryan xerox inside me decided to throw a midair tantrum just as the turbulence hit. My first time flying and I was already cursing the man responsible for both the baby and the nausea.I hate Ryan Johnson.“Rose! Rose!” Arjun’s voice cut through the crowd, his hand flailing like a madman’s. The grin on his face was wide enough to split his head in two.“He looks a little unhinged,” Michael murmured beside me.I elbowed him sharply. “He’s just happy to see me.”“Of course, that’s why you gave him a heads-up, huh?” he replied dryly.I ignored him as we reached Arjun, who immediately crushed me in a bear hug. His cologne was spicy, too strong, and paired with my queasy stomach, it nearly pushed me over the edge. I held my breath so I wouldn’t have to search fo
My Tormentor Is My Lover [Tormentor Series #2] 13. Full of Yearning
RYAN “Ryan!!” My daughter turned first, but even before I looked, I already knew who it was. Shaking my head at my terrible luck, I turned around, only to be immediately enveloped in a hug that reeked of Chanel. “Allison,” I greeted tightly. “Oh, how are you doing? I hope you’re feeling better than the last time.” She leaned in and whispered dramatically, “And rest assured, I haven’t told anyone about your wife.” I clenched my jaw as I felt small fingers tighten around mine. But before I could say anything, my not-so-innocent daughter chimed in. “Hi, I’m Anayaah.” Then she proceeded to deliberately look at Alison from head to toe which prompted the woman to stand straight under my little daughter’s scrutiny and her hands went to her hair, nervously. I wonder where my eight year old daughter learned to have this effect on people. Sometimes, she makes me afraid. “Hello, Anayaah.” Alison said sweetly, extending her hand for my daughter to shake. Ana just looked at her ha
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