LOGINHey everyone, Ch 86 & 87 are rewritten, you might want to refresh your reading list to see the changes. Please check them out first so this chapter makes absolute sense. Thank you, and I am deeply sorry for the inconvenience. ^^
He absolutely did.And the absolute best part? He said it with the calm, serene confidence of a preschool teacher explaining to a toddler why we don’t eat the crayons.Luca looks seconds away from exploding. His chest rises and falls with sharp breaths, and his gaze darts around the room as he realizes his own friends are enjoying every second of this humiliation. His wrist is still trapped in Sweet Poison’s grip, and judging by the strain on Luca’s face, the hold is a lot stronger than Sweet Poison’s relaxed posture suggests.“I am not saying please to you,” Luca spits out, though it loses a bit of its bite when his voice cracks on the last word.“Suit yourself,” Sweet Poison says smoothly. He gives a casual, effortless shrug, which unfortunately forces his bicep to flex right against my arm. Focus, Arianna. Petty drama first, drooling over the stranger later. “We can stand here all night. I don’t mind. I have excellent stamina.”My traitorous brain immediately latches onto that comm
It happens too fast.One minute, I’m clinging to this dark and handsome guy whose lips taste like stars and moonlight, and the next minute, I’m being ripped away from his arms—away from his lips—forcing me to scowl."What the heck, Arianna!?"It takes my brain a second too long to realize that the angry-looking man roaring right in my face is none other than Luca, my recently dumped ex-boyfriend.And when I say he looks angry, I’m clearly underselling it. With the lights back on and the music practically dead, I can see and hear much better now.And wow. He looks furious. Absolutely furious. His face has turned bright red, and his eyes have gone so wide they look like they might pop right out of his head.I flash him an adorable grin. "Nothing much. Just having some fun. What about you? Did you like my surprise? I worked really hard on it."For a second, his anger shifts into confusion before his expression twists like he wants to rip his own hair out."You call this a surprise? More
The music begins, loud and heavy, filling every corner of the room, and the girls start dancing. I do too. I may not be a professional, but Lorraine taught me this at a sleepover once. She’s also a freelance choreographer—if I forgot to mention that before.The beat drops, low and heavy, vibrating through the floor and up my legs, and for a second, I let it take over.No thinking. No second-guessing.Just movement.I roll my shoulders, let my hips follow, my body slipping into the rhythm like it’s second nature. The girls behind me fall into sync, their movements sharp and confident, their laughter soft and practiced.And me?I’m smiling.Not because I’m enjoying this. Not really.But because every pair of eyes in this room is exactly where I want them to be.On me.Especially Luca’s.He would have never guessed that I could move like this—that I could do anything e
[Benjamin]Stand there and look pretty, she said.And she said it with so much confidence that I almost gave in and said, “Why, thank you!”Which, to say the least, is worlds apart from what I should be saying to a stranger who thinks dragging me out here for God knows what is the most normal thing to do.It isn’t—just in case you’re wondering.I just had an ugly argument with an asshole assistant who, for lack of a better word, completely screwed up my entire business trip with his incompetence.You would think someone who’s trained for months would know how to handle simple tasks—like not booking the wrong flight, not scheduling meetings at impossible times, and definitely not losing my confidential files. But no. Instead of doing what he was supposed to do, he decided to act like he was doing me a favor by showing up late and expecting me to clean up after his mess.So no, I’m not in the mood to be dragged into some random club by a woman who thinks she can hire me for some vague j
[Ariana]Brimming with nervous excitement, I pace the narrow street behind the club, waiting for the hottie to show up—because apparently, my night now depends on a stranger with good cheekbones.According to Loraine, Sweet Poison—you wouldn’t really expect them to use their real name, would you?—had taken a day off for “personal reasons,” but just for me, she dragged him back.I just hope he actually shows up so my surprise for Luca lands exactly the way it plays out in my head—dramatic, flawless, and mildly devastating.I’d hate for the details to fall apart now. That would be tragic. For me. Not Luca.In a way, I’m kind of a perfectionist. So even if it’s revenge I’m after, it’s going to be organized, well-planned… and executed with style.Just then, the heavy back door of the club swings open, and a man steps out.The first thing I notice is the cigarette lit between his lips—and the way that black leather jacket clings to his broad, almost perfectly sized shoulders.Dammit. When
[Ariana]“Oh, my God. What?” Loraine gasps, looking at me with those big green eyes of hers.I just told her everything that happened ever since I overheard Luca bitching about me behind my back, in front of a dozen of his friends no less. And then that lovey-dovey, sparks-flying moment he had with Bianca right in front of me.To say she looks enraged would be an understatement.“You’ve got to be kidding me!” She fumes, hands on her perfect, round hips. “What the fuck does he think of himself? Cheap imitation, my foot! His good-for-nothing brain is a cheap imitation of garbage. Bloody asshole. Just pray that I don’t see him any time soon, babe. I swear to God, I’ll break his teeth and shove them down his throat.”I’m not sure if Loraine is actually capable of pulling off something so… bizarre, but it makes me shiver anyway.Knowing her, I wouldn’t ever want to be on her bad side. The girl has a serious temper, and it doesn’t help that when she’s not running the club for her family, sh
[Vivienne]When Rosita suggested celebrating my freedom from a painful marriage, I didn’t expect her to drive us to the most high-end club in the city. I thought we’d go to some nice restaurant and have a lovely dinner, talk about our lives, and do what friends do when they meet after such a long tim
[Vivienne]Maybe it’s the fact that I’m done with idiot men for the day, or that I have grown a deep hatred for men altogether, but the moment I hear the distressed voice of Rosita and the sound of a man grunting, my heart hurls and I don’t think twice.I shove the door open, and although it sounded l
[Vivienne]Panic sets in as I see the guns pointed at us. Marcus, still outside the car, looks at me with a mixture of anger and concern. He gestures for me to stay calm.I slowly reach for the door handle, my hands trembling. The men continue shouting, their voices harsh and impatient.“Get out, now!”
[Caden]I walk away from Vivienne, leaving her shocked and confused. By the time I return to my table, Sasha is still grimacing at the food.God, this was one bad idea. I should never have agreed to Mom’s request to take her out to dinner. This is what I get for trying to be a good son: a bad mood and







