Glam Freddy Novels & Stories

Chapter 15: "Found," ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 03 - 2027 ║ ║ Sunday║ Free Day ║ ╭────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╮

They seemed to be having a field day. “Allen,” I said when our eyes met. He looked away too quickly. Freya wore a sexy red dress. She got up, champagne flute in one hand, as her other hand suspended in the air like something was in it. She walked to me like this was a runway and stopped right in front of me. Her eyes ran all over my body in a mocking glare before she turned to the men littered around the room. “Allen,” she purred like a cat. “I am disappointed in your taste in women.” She leaned in and took a fistful of my hair, twirling it in her hand, eyes looking down at me with a sardonic glance. “Why would you like someone like her?”

I chuckled softly. "A pleasure to meet you lady Greka," Freddy smiled at Greka and she just gave him an awkward smile. "Uh, nice to meet you too. Are you a butler or something?" Greka asked Freddy. "You can call it that, Greka. But Freddy is the owner of this gigantic house! Isn't that right Freddy?" I grinn at old man Freddy. "Yes. Oh how rude of me, do come in," Freddy said still wearing a smile. "Sweet, my feet is tired from jumping to avoid creepy frogs and worms. I hope you don't have creepy things inside," Greka said hopefully and both Freddy and I laughed.

Shana: “I’M FREE FOR THE ENTIRE WEEKEND. PLEASE TELL ME YOU CAN TAKE MY MIND OFF SAKS UNTIL MONDAY MORNING.” Me: “OH, MY LADY, I HAVE A CONCERT PLANNED.” Shana: “A CONCERT? WHAT BAND?” Me: “IT’S A PRIVATE SHOW. VERY INTIMATE.” Shana: “WHAT CLOTHES SHOULD I PACK?” Me: “NOT NECESSARY. NUDE VENUE.” (Smile emoji) Shana: “THEN I’M PACKED!” (Blushing smile emoji)

“Well, at least they let you take a two-week leave. That’s a rare treat these days.” “Hmp… yeah, that’s true. If only the vacation itself were easy…” She groaned dramatically. “Hey, what’s this complaint I hear?” Frederick’s voice suddenly boomed, startling us. “Nothing, sir,” Glaiza said with perfect sarcasm. “Just explaining how lucky I am to have a boss like you—handsome and kind, all in one package.” Frederick shook his head, smiling faintly. They’d always been like this, Tom and Jerry, but honestly, their chemistry was undeniable.

Freddie responded in the same firm tone Ray had used earlier. Ray glared at him and he responded in like manner, matching him glare for glare. It almost looks like they are both engaged in a glaring contest. It was so overwhelming and I let out a frustrated sigh, shaking my head. Freddie turned to me, his eyes thoughtful, “You need me sis, and I need you too. I have learnt so much about mom and our sister during my stay with them. I will be of much help to you if you just accept me back.” He told me, making me smile sadly as I looked away from him, looking at Ray who seems to be avoiding eye contact with me for reasons best known to him.

It wasn't like anyone would hear us out here. “A blow job.” My voice came out soft and low. Freddie grinned, but he put his hand behind his ear like he couldn't hear me. “What?” I glared at him. “A blow job,” I repeated, just a little bit louder. “Still can't hear you. Probably all the water in my ears after you betrayed me,” he said with a sigh. I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath. “I want to give you the best blow job of your life. I'm going to make you scream for me,” I yelled.

"Emma, I saw the video of Hunter fighting last night. What happened? Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine, Freddie. And don't ask me to go to the Aftershock auditions today. I am not feeling well." Freddie, of all people, understands teen parties. He practically encourages me to attend them for fame, followers, and friends. The three 'Fs' I am supposed to care about. Freddie never thinks about the fourth 'F' for fuck. As in, I don't give a fuck today, Freddie. "Okay, I will let Model Perfect know you aren't feeling well. What are we sick with today?"

[ NEW TASK: THE GHOST ] [OBJECTIVE: IGNORE DOMINIC GREYHOUND FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE EVENT. [CRITERIA: NO EYE CONTACT. NO CONVERSATION. ACT AS IF HE DOES NOT EXIST.] [REWARD: $500,000 & INTRODUCTION TO A NEW PROSPECTIVE LOVE INTEREST.] I freeze. “No. Not tonight,” I plead silently. “Anything but this.” The screen pulses a deep, warning red. [FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN A PARTIAL RESET OF BEAUTY ATTRIBUTES.] Partial reset? Beauty attributes? I would start getting ugly? In real time?

Hayley told her with watery eyes. “Just be quiet. Let it all out.” Earnestine reiterated. Freya dressed up in a blue flare gown, her black hair was tied into an onion bulb, she stared at the mirror, her gaze meeting the sparkling chains on her neck. The long gold earrings glittered, as the rays of the sun struck it. She looked like an angel. Freya exhaled, closing her eyes. Janeka helped with the make-up, and she looked gorgeous. Eamon texted her the address of where they'd meet, and her sisters made sure she'd look stunning or possibly more than that. Her blue heel shoes matched the long blue flare gown.