All Chapters of Scream For Me: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I spin around as she holds up one of the canvases that have two puppies on it.“Of course we can.” I smile and lead her over to the coffee table where I set up a piece of plastic and grab the paints. “What color do you want to start with?” I ask, holding up some options for her.“Glitter!” she shouts as she grabs for an iridescent pink. “Where’s your mom?” She focuses her attention on the picture, spreading the paint with small, slow strokes of the brush like I showed her. “Oh, I live alone. My parents don’t live with me.” “My mom died,” she says matter-of-factly.“Um…” I pause for a second, completely unsure how to handle this situation. “I’m so sorry, sweetie. My mom died too.” I don’t know if I should have shared that. I don’t know what her father has taught her about death or the afterlife. “Tell me something about your mom,” I say, hoping to steer the conversation into a more positive light.“I don’t know.” She shrugs, continuing to paint. “I was a baby.”“Wow, are you sure you h

The doors open on the ninetieth and I poke my head out, looking around. I don’t know what I was expecting his office to look like, but it wasn’t this. For some reason I thought it would be loud, people bustling around with sounds of phones and constant chatter. It’s completely serene, with soft music playing from speakers overhead with ambient lighting and a large water feature adding some relaxing nature sounds. The walls of the wide hallway are adorned with art, and large plants in every corner.“Mr. Vaughn’s office is straight ahead,” a woman says to me, causing me to jump. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”“It’s okay.” I rest my hand on my chest as I look over to the right where her desk sits in a semi-private office. She must be the admin I spoke to on the phone. Her dark auburn hair is swept off her face, soft-pink blush accentuating her high cheekbones. I smile and walk straight ahead until I reach a large wooden door that’s ajar. I knock softly, unsure if I should barge i

I pull my phone out of my pocket, reading over a few emails when I hear Daphne giggle. The crowd of people that were talking walked away I could hear the tail end of their muffled conversation. “Yeah, I’d say he’s one hundred percent the decadent, gooey, gooey double fudge sundae but honestly he’s kind of a total a—” A group of kids scream so I miss the last part of what she’s saying. I lean against the curtain, trying to hear the rest of the conversation but a second later she opens the side of the booth and pops back in.“Gossip hour over?” I don’t bother looking up from my phone, hoping she didn’t notice me sitting back quickly. She ignores me, humming a little tune to herself as she looks over the list on the booth. “Who is Mr. DoubleFudge Sundae?”Fuck, I meant to keep that to myself.“What?” She turns her head to look over at me.“You heard me,” I say, doubling down on the question.Might as well make a complete ass of myself.“Were you eavesdropping, Mr. Vaughn?”“I didn’t hav

DAPHNEI stand in the lobby, my head completely spinning by the highs and lows this man has put me through tonight.How does he go from being so dismissive toward me like I’m merely an inconvenience in his life to looking at me the way he did when I was on his lap? I giggle to myself remembering his “issue” when I was trying to put my shoe back on. As embarrassed as I was at the moment, it’s nothing compared to standing there with a raging hard-on in public.“Good, he deserves it,” I decide, spinning on my heel to head back into the auction and start cleaning up for the night.By the time I make it back home, I’m exhausted. I’ve been going nonstop since six a.m. today and my body is feeling it. I trudge to my bathroom, dropping my bag on my couch. Several months back, Xana bought me some lavender aromatherapy bath stuff. I root through my cabinets, finding it and pouring a generous amount into the tub after turning on the water.Rosé in hand, I dip my toes into the water to test out t

WESTONHer eyes are big, surprise written all over her face, but in an instant it’s replaced with a scowl.“What are you doing here—again?”“You didn’t answer my question. Do you always just open the door to strangers, completely unaware?” I step into her apartment, causing her to back up. I close the door and lock it again.“No, it’s not like I get a lot of strangers knocking on my door. I thought it might have just been my neighbor asking me to hang out again.”“Hang out?”“Yeah, like to watch a movie or play video games with him,” she says casually.“Him?” I crook an eyebrow, trying to keep that jealous feeling at bay.“He’s harmless, trust me. He’s just awkward and probably lonely. I don’t think he has any friends. Now, I answered a lot of your questions so back to mine. What are you doing here—I don’t see Daisy with you this time.”I look down at her outfit, noticing she’s wearing the fuzzy socks again and it makes me smile. Her shorts are almost nonexistent beneath her oversized