EVANGELINE MILLER."Fuck!" I cussed out loud as I remembered what led me into this situation of indescribable terror. Somehow, I still couldn't remember the details of it. My mind went completely blank after accepting Harper's dare to get the stranger's phone number. My mouth was still hung open in awe. "So you....you mean I was all over you? How would I know you're n-not lying?" I questioned, embarrassment flushing my face while I managed to look him in the eye. What kind of girl doesn't remember having sex with a stranger?! A smirk planted on his face as he took a few steps away from me. A glint of mischievousness in his eyes that he didn't bother hiding. I released a breath I didn't know I had been holding. "Well," he shrugged, his rich accent breezing into my ears. "More or less. You even picked out this hotel and said we should be 'quick' about it." I was beyond appalled, and I knew my traitor face showed it to him well. He chuckled as if he had just remembered something."

AXEL WHITE. Unlike the others who ended up on my bed, she didn't know who I was. I had been a regular at the club for as long as forever; somehow, she didn't know me. I still remember how terrified she looked when she saw me, and she didn't even tell me her name.I had gone to Club Aqua to knock myself out, as always. Why feel when there was something for numbing? Alcohol, parties, and cunt owners– my mantra. I was on my second bottle of whiskey when she approached me. My eyes were barely open. It was a cinematic experience, proving that the USA accommodated all kinds of crazy people. The memories of that night remained etched in my mind like a nightmare.How she'd walked up to me and asked for my contact, and things took a sudden, wild turn. I remembered vividly how she ended up on my legs, my lips, hot and urgent on hers, and she pressed against me.How intoxicating the feel of her body against mine was. Not to mention the urgent ride to my hotel when I tried not to rip off her

AXEL WHITE. *Readers' discretion advised* "No, don't. Don't do that," I said sternly as I pulled Savanna off me as she tried to place her lips on mine. Her hands were everywhere, all over me. Bold of her to think I'd get kissed by a whore. "Why?" She quizzed breathlessly, genuinely baffled. "Kneel down and suck me off. That's why you're here." She knelt before me while I sat at the edge of the king-sized bed. It dipped, giving in to my weight. The room had fallen into a hush, accompanied by the soft glow of light that came from the chandelier above, casting an orange hue over the room and thereby accentuating the raunchy atmosphere. My nose was filled with the smell of whiskey and weed— although pungent, but I was too high, too drunk to mind. My body jolted in response when Savanna's hasty fingers crawled up my thighs, urgently finding my belt and unbuckling it. I leaned back and arched up, sucking air with my teeth as I allowed her the chance to rip the trouser off me. "Lik

ASHER."Oh, my fucking god!" Mercury yelled as she stared at the car and the scratches on it. The kid stood about a foot away, looking the most terrified I'd ever seen anyone.He'd gone pale with the thoughts of the things that were going to happen to him. The car was a ridiculously expensive one. From my point of view, this was one of the most unfortunate things to happen to anyone.She shot her head up after going around the car, examining every dent and every streak that had been altered by the poor kid's bike. Mercury looked at me, then at the kid."Did you do this!?" She asked. Her voice was breathy and hushed, barely louder than a whisper.The kid— who seemed to grow shorter as time went by— moved his lips as if to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat, as expected. He responded with a stiff nod before looking at me, and I noticed how hard he fought back tears. Judging from his look, he looked aged within the range of fifteen to seventeen, way too young to be dip

EVANGELINE.I pulled out another sweatpant from the myriad of choices happily showcasing themselves in my wardrobe. I flung it to Harper on the bed, and she dropped her phone, repositioning herself as she looked at it.Harper squinted. "You're gonna wear this?" She threw it back to me. "Pick something better, Mrs Mismatched! I told you the family is kind of a big deal. My friend wouldn't reveal their last name till you get there."Yes, I applied for the sitting job— after making up certain skills that I may or 'may not' possess. It shouldn't be hard since I have babysat a few times. Only the size was different."Miss! Do I look like a Mrs!? Why is everyone calling me that?"Harper shrugged. "I don't know. Everyone assumes every gorgeous lady is a Mrs. It lies in the elegance.""Oh, that's better. I feared I was getting old." I picked up the sweatpant and examined it again. "This is my best though. Why do you make it seem like it's the worst thing ever?""Probably because it is!" Harp