All Chapters of Fifty Shades Of Ugly: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chelsea Chelsea's eyes widened in surprise. "What?" he asked, confusion etched on his face.Arc turned to Chelsea, unsureness clouding his eyes. "Do you want to be with Kai?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability.Chelsea's brow furrowed. "Why would you ask that?" he asked, his voice cautious.He wondered what could've possibly given Arc that assumption.Arc's eyes flashed with a mix of emotions. "Cause you're attracted to him, and he couldn't take his damn eyes off you," he said, annoyance lacing his voice.Chelsea's voice was soft and gentle as he moved closer to Arc. "No, no, why would I want to be with Kai?" he asked, his eyes filled with sincerity.He took Arc's hands in his, his touch warm and comforting. "I have you," Chelsea whispered, his voice filled with emotion.It was true Kai was exactly his type but that was before...Arc's eyes dropped, his voice barely above a whisper. "Well, he's attractive, and I'm not."Chelsea's grip on Arc'

Arc"The wheel of time is really running," Sarah said, her voice tinged with a hint of wistfulness. "It hasn't even been two months since Arc fell head over heels in love."Penelope chuckled, and Arc shot her an accusing glance. "You told them?" he asked, his voice laced with indignation.Gertrude, her silver hair styled in a neat bun, smiled knowingly. "No, dear, she did not. It was quite obvious to our aging eyes, however."Arc looked away, his face warming with embarrassment. "It really is obvious?" he muttered.Doris, her eyes twinkling with kindness, patted his hand. "Yes, dear. But don't worry, we've got you covered."Ethel, her voice gruff, complained, "I don't even know why y'all called me here."Doris shot her a stern glance. "Shut it, Ethel. You said you wanted coffee."Ethel scowled. "With a shot of alcohol, but you brought me to a sissy place."Just then, a thin, teenage boy with wild pink hair appeared at their side, a notepad and pen at the ready. "Hi, w

ArcAs the group left, Arc moved to sit on the blanket, his eyes scanning the beautifully arranged picnic scene. The attention to detail was impressive, with delicate sandwiches, colorful fruit, and an assortment of sweet treats laid out on a vibrant blanket. The whole setup was a testament to the group's thoughtfulness and effort.As the minutes ticked by, anticipation and nervousness swirled inside Arc like a restless storm. He waited patiently, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of Chelsea's arrival. The warm sun beat down on him, casting a golden glow over the deserted beach. The sound of the waves gently lapping at the shore created a soothing melody that seemed to stretch out the minutes into an eternity.Arc checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time, the slow movement of the hands a stark reminder that time was passing, yet Chelsea was nowhere to be seen. He fidgeted with the hem of his pants, his fingers drumming out a staccato beat on the fabric.As the h

Arc The words echoed in his mind like a haunting mantra: "We don't match at all, in any way. He was never important." The phrases cut deep, stirring up emotions he thought he'd long buried. Arc was never important, he reminded himself, the pain of that realization stinging like an open wound. Just as the turmoil within him reached a boiling point, the sky unleashed its fury. A gust of wind swept in, followed by a scattering of raindrops that quickly intensified into a relentless downpour. The rain lashed down, merciless and unforgiving, mirroring the anguish that ravaged Arc's heart. In no time, he was soaked to the bone, the deluge a fitting accompaniment to his turmoil. Memories came flooding back, transporting Arc to the night Chelsea had appeared on his doorstep, drenched and distraught. The rain had pounded against the roof, a cacophony of sound that had mirrored the turmoil within Arc. They had surrendered to their desires, their bodies merging as the storm raged on

ChelseaChelsea hadn't even had a full day to settle into his expansive mansion before the chaos began. An interview with Horbes, the notorious critic, had been scheduled for that very afternoon, and Chelsea's assigned team had been buzzing around him, prepping him for the grueling questioning that was sure to come.His phone had been blowing up with notifications from old acquaintances, all of whom seemed to have miraculously remembered his existence now that he was back in the spotlight. They were all clamoring for his attention, asking about endorsement deals and collaborations, and Chelsea hadn't had the time or energy to respond to any of them. It was ironic, really - these were the same people who had ignored him when his fans had turned on him, and now they were crawling out of the woodwork to ride his coattails.Despite the whirlwind of activity surrounding him, Chelsea couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that had been growing inside him. He missed Tho