When He Becomes My Massage Gun
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Clinging to the 18 male hosts Mandy had hired, I bawled my eyes out.
Sipping on a cocktail, she laughed at how pathetic I was. "Oooh, looks like you like him!"
Was she serious? I was heartbroken after being abandoned, yet there she was, rubbing salt on my wounds.
"Hmm, fake incest—just my thing! I'm definitely writing fanfiction about you two tonight. If you like him then just jump his bones! Once you get into it, you'll forget all about everything else…"
Pursing my lips, I retorted, "You're one to talk. Why aren't you making a move after hiring so many men?"