Todos los capítulos de Fifty Shades Of Ugly: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

ARC "Your place is not too shabby." Arc ignored the comment and turned on the lights. "Close the door." Chelsea paused and gave him a 'seriously?' look but complied. "So where do I put this?" "You're taking it back with you when you're done saying whatever you want to say to me." Chelsea blanched. "Nobody rejects a fruit basket, it's a taboo in the sanctioned order of taboos." "I don't care." He scoffed. "Of course you don't." He muttered something under his breath that sounded like a curse but Arc wanted this done and over with. He didn't like seeing him in his space, he didn't belong there. He looked so extravagant and that was the furthest thing Arc's lovely abode was. He looked as Chelsea pursed his lips and huffed. "But there are mangoes in it and strawberries too. There's even tangerines, sweet melons, coconuts and chocolate. Don't you like chocolate? I like them but I don't eat them or else I won't

Arc Arc stared at the brown brick building and wondered how in the hell he'd been persuaded to come. "You have to go, get a chance to meet new people. Socialize for once." Penelope had urged and a few minutes later, she'd prodded him out the door and waved goodbye as he'd driven off. He could still picture the successful grin that'd stuck to her face as he'd checked the rearview mirror. The black envelope was in his hand and he was a few minutes early as determined by the old watch that wrapped loosely around his left wrist. He didn't want another tear mark since they hurt alot and was a hassle when he worked. His limp was mild and he felt alright, better than he'd been the past couple of days. He could do it. He'd get the usual stares which was something he could handle, he'd sit through the whole thing and leave later, never to come back again. He was going to have to return the envelope to Sarah, he'd deal with that later. The

Chelsea Chelsea has not left his suite for two days. He was glum and irritated, snapping at the butler who'd delivered room service and objectifying the cleaning lady when she'd come at 1:30pm. It was already night and his tongue lingered on the bittersweet taste of a Chateau Mounton Rothschild. He was lying on one of the many lounges on the sky terrace. His phone was somewhere there too but he didn't care enough to know where. Gloom waved at him everywhere he wandered. He was losing it. Contacting and venting to Lily had prompted her to block him for the time being according to the angry words she'd thrown at him on the phone. Frequently, he'd stand by the screen balustrades and look at the view below. The large swimming pool glowed blue at night, he sometimes wondered if some chemical was put in it to give it that kind of effect. He couldn't ask now for sure, he avoided talking to any of the hotel's staffs because he'd learned times without number that 'a shared thought is shar

CHELSEA "He's in." "What?" A heavy slam of pain hit his head. "Ow." "What's wrong with you? Did the 'd' just hit your 'p-spot'?" "What? How can I be having sex while speaking with you on the phone?" His head pounded as he got out words from his mouth. He was sure his head was about to fall off. "I don't know Chelsea. Some people can get that kinky." "I'm not those people." "But you could be one of them." "Come on Lily, what were you saying again?" "He's in the bag." "Who.. is.. in.. the..bag?!" "Your lover boy." Chelsea didn't want to believe it was true. He decided to make sure she was more specific. "I've got tons of lover boys." "Arc the Orc. The frog in your 'the princess and the frog' story." A loud screech tore from his throat. "Whoa! Don't ever do that again." He let out another one. "Okay, I'm hanging up." "Wait!" His throat suddenly felt hoarse. "They just came out o

Chelsea He should've have taken a selfie with him. That came to his realization after sulking for about three hours on his bed, the bloody Mary stained pillow in his arms, and a glass of lime juice on the bedside drawer. The glass was filled, almost to the brim which was as a result of his pent up frustration after the meeting with Arc. Archer. He groaned out. He'd been so annoyed for reasons he couldn't think off. But he'd hated being ignored. Like he wasn't noticeable in the supreme eyes of Archer Blackwood. Like he didn't exist around him when it wasn't the same for Chelsea. Arc's presence overwhelmed and he didn't understand why. He was as tall as a tree when exaggerated a little, and he had a quiet ambience around him that unsettled Chelsea. And he had limited time since he'd blurted out that he was doing a live session with Arc and the week was almost over. Talk about hashtag epic fail. His stomach churned at the thought of losing the