บททั้งหมดของ Her Dirty Little Games: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

I stood in front of the mirror, biting my lip as I adjusted the strap of my top. For the first time in forever, I was actually dressing up for class… a real class, with real people.My stomach twisted just thinking about it. I’d been homeschooled for so long that the idea of sitting in a classroom again, surrounded by strangers, felt almost… foreign.I smoothed down my jeans, exhaled, then tied my hair into a neat bun. “You’ve got this,” I whispered to my reflection. It sounded more like a prayer than reassurance.The morning light slid through the blinds, soft and warm, and I could still smell the faint trace of his cologne in the air.Just as I was adjusting my earrings, I felt a pair of arms slip around my waist from behind.“Hey,” he murmured against my neck. His voice was low and lazy. I smiled before I could help it. “You scared me.”He chuckled quietly. “Didn’t mean to. Just couldn’t help myself.”He looked at me through the mirror, his reflection meeting mine. “You look good,

LUCIA I was angry. So damn angry.This was exactly why Dad had kept me homeschooled all those years before I got into college. He’d always said the world was full of men who thought they could take whatever they wanted. I used to roll my eyes at him, thinking he was being overprotective. But now? Now I understood exactly what he meant.What rubbish.I choose who I sleep with… not the other way around. And that bastard was going to pay for what he tried to do.I sat through the rest of my classes, but my mind wasn’t there. Every time someone spoke, all I heard was his voice. Every time I blinked, I saw his face.. that smug expression that made my blood boil.The clock ticked painfully slow until it was finally time to go home. I packed my things, not even caring if my notes made it into the bag properly. I just needed to leave.I got into my car, slammed the door shut, and gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles went white. My pulse was racing, my thoughts running wild.I star

LUCIA The next morning felt unreal. For a second, when I opened my eyes, I almost convinced myself it had all been a dream… the sneaking out, the camera, the close call with security. But then I saw the hoodie draped over the chair, the black backpack on the floor… and the reality hit me like a punch to the gut. This was happening. Today was the day. I sat up slowly, running a hand through my hair, trying to steady my thoughts. My reflection in the mirror looked pale, nervous… but there was fire in my eyes. I wasn’t a victim anymore. After a quick shower, I stood in front of my wardrobe, thinking carefully about what to wear. The plan depended on him believing I’d changed my mind, that I was giving in. The very thought made bile rise in my throat, but I pushed it down. I picked a soft, cream blouse. It was fitted, the kind he’d notice. Then a pair of jeans, not too tight, but enough to keep his attention where I wanted it. When I was done, I looked in the mirror again. I didn’t

THE DELIVERY GIRL AND THE MARRIED MANLILYLife hadn’t been easy for me, I won’t lie.From finishing college to struggling to get a decent job, while still trying to take care of Mum and my little brother… it’s been hectic. Some days, I honestly don’t know how I manage to keep it together. Bills, rent, food… it all adds up faster than I can breathe.So yeah, I had to hustle hard.Right now, I’m juggling three jobs. One of them is being a delivery girl… something I started about a year ago. At first, I was embarrassed. Running around the city on a bike, dropping off packages while people my age were landing office jobs. But honestly? It’s been good to me.The tips help. Especially from the men… most of them smile too wide or try to flirt, saying things like, “You’re too pretty to be doing deliveries.” I usually just laugh it off and take the money. I’m not stupid, I need it and every bit counts.Glancing at the clock, I sighed. My evening shift was about to start.I slipped into a pair

LILYI couldn’t stop thinking about him.The man from yesterday- Mr. Carter.It was ridiculous, honestly. I’d made hundreds of deliveries in the past year, met all kinds of people- rude, kind, creepy, quiet- but no one had ever lingered in my mind the way he did.Maybe it was the way he looked at me… not like I was just another delivery girl, but like he actually saw me. Or maybe it was the way he’d handed me that food, soft-spoken and thoughtful, as if he’d sensed how tired I really was.I shook my head, forcing a smile as I took another table’s order at the diner. It was my second shift of the day, and my legs ached from standing too long. The smell of coffee and grease filled the air, and the low hum of customers talking was the only thing keeping me awake.Still, even as I smiled and said “Enjoy your meal,” I caught myself thinking about him again.God, get a grip, Lily.He was a customer… a married one, if that gold band I’d glimpsed on his finger meant anything.When my shift f