Novel & Cerita Don't Turn Me Into A Marketable Plushie

"These are beautiful. Impractical, but beautiful." "Everything I've designed for the past twenty years has been strategic. Smart. Marketable. Technically perfect. But none of it has this." I tapped the butterfly dress. "This joy. This freedom. This 'I don't care if anyone likes it, I'm making it anyway' energy." "So make it now. You're retired. You don't have to please anyone. Design whatever you want." "I don't know if I can anymore. I've trained myself so thoroughly to think about construction and wearability and market appeal. I don't know how to turn that voice off."

Chapter 39. Buy it all, buy it all for me. This is the first time that Doris has come to the mall, she quite likes it because it's also an experience. But suddenly she felt heavy because she realized one thing, this is the reason why all women like him so much. A person with beauty, talent, money, and such power, no woman can ignore him. If the opportunity comes to him, of course, it will be firmly grasped, but that is only for those who do not know his ruthlessness.

Tom put his hand on my shoulder, and I scowled at him. “Don’t say I told you so,” I said. “Hadn’t even crossed my mind.” He laughed. “You want to shop around a little, or give up and go somewhere with more to do?” I glared around the shopping district. A couple of tour guides hollered something about a Jack the Ripper tour, and I considered that for a moment. Then, I discovered the answer to all my prayers. “I win.” I pointed at a toy store a few dozen feet away. In the window sat the largest elephant plush I’d ever seen in my life.

“I’ll buy you flowers, clothes, even jewelry if you like.” “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try, but you need to understand and realize that I’m an Elite. I’ve worked very hard since I was ten to be where I am. I’m not ready to give it up, it’s part of who I am.” I explained. “And you don’t hafta buy me all that stuff, maybe on special occasions and nothing gaudy or too expensive.”

Just keeps throwing money at me like I'm something that can be bought… and I let him because I'm stupid and falling and scared. When did I become this person? When did I start accepting scraps? "Why are you telling me all this?" I whispered. "Because from the looks of things, you've got real talent." She gestured at my work. "And I'd hate to see that reduced to 'arm candy' which is definitely what is going to happen if you get soaked into Corian's world." "I'm not going to be anyone's arm candy." The words came out angry. Like really angry. I won't be. I refuse to be.

I also tell you that I lied about having another woman in Dubai! Dad on hearing punches me again! I end up pretending to fall to satisfy him. Smile. Mom says I'm a tomboy, and I'm glad it all worked out in the end. She was delighted with our photos, and the commercial for Valentine's Day. According to her, Mariane and I really represent the passion of the commemorative date. What's better, the marketing was perfect. Already, there were invitations from clothing brands wanting to hire us. I, however, refused.

She might have to spit out whatever she asked for, “Mr. Tremont… You never intended on letting me off the hook, did you?” Mark refused to comment, “Humans shouldn’t be too greedy. When asking for something that doesn’t belong to you, you should be prepared to face the consequences. Since you’ve already decided to make exorbitant demands to have everything you could ever want for the rest of your life, reputation shouldn’t mean anything to you, right? People used to see you as an intellectual, a refined and elegant artist. Now, I’m afraid you’ll have to consider a career change. Find a place and hide away for the rest of your life, like a rat.”

This is driving me nuts, that's why I particularly hate shopping. Roxy on the other hand keeps suggesting I just get a cute lingerie and fuck him. She's still unaware of my cam girl lifestyle, and while Tamer will enjoy the idea of me twirling around in skimpy lingerie, I want something he will remember me by. Something pretty sentimental. This is stressful, shopping is stressful... And anyone who argued otherwise should be arrested for not being human. “Okay,” Roxy suddenly says, clapping her hands like she’s about to host a game show. “I can see your face contorting into frustration, so let's create a new plan.”

I wave them goodbye before I turn around and head for the stairs. It’s not that I don’t like dressing up and letting them paint my face. I’ve been on a makeup shopping trip with Mavy before and the cosmetics at HOWL were so overpriced. I couldn’t believe the price tags on those tiny little things. Every brush, every line drawn, every flick of the mascara was money that wasn’t mine. I hate letting others buy me clothes with money I didn’t earn. It makes me feel like a burden.

Jason's words about no one ever loving me as I am hit me the hardest, wiping out what little confidence being used by Derek gave me. "You can't say that to me. People don't want me. I'm Plush Pearl. The ugly, fat girl no one wants to love or fuck. I can't even do my own makeup properly because I thought it didn't matter. I had to fucking suck up to Lena, my cheating whore of a sister, to get my face to look decent tonight. So I could whore myself out to a billionaire, who—" I ranted at him, his dick pressing urgently against my tummy while my mouth went dry. "Enough," he demanded, slamming his lips into mine, claiming my mouth hurriedly, his kiss vicious and unforgiving.