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Don’t do anything rash. That only made me angrier. I typed back furiously. **Me:** Don’t tell me to calm down! This is insane. You’re my dad’s boss. Stay away from me. Before he could reply again, I blocked him on W******p. Then I went to OnlyFans, blocked his account there too, and even removed him as a subscriber. My hands were trembling as I did it. My chest felt tight, part of me was relieved but another part felt a strange, guilty pang of loss.

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He locked the door, securing everything as he watches me sit on top of a table. Holy shit I think he's going to fuck me. I gulped. Every breathe I take was hard and my heart was pounding. Oh my goodness, I have never imagined this would happen. I mean it's only on fanfictions that I read on w*****d but no, it's really real. It may sound lame that I'm a freaking Miss popular but I'm reading fanfictions but I can't help it. God damn it, Milo is really before me. "I know you've been wanting to fuck me Milo. I'm all yours here, now." I said.

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He scanned around before questioning, “which street is this? Where am I? God, it is so hard to remember the roads and streets when you are new.” I chuckled hearing him. “Which block is the?” he questioned. “Block 8!” I replied shortly. He scratched his head. “I was supposed to be at Block 7. Gosh! Why did I even get off the bus?” “You live in Block 7?” I narrowed my eyes. He nodded. “And I don’t know where the hack that block is.” “It is the same place where you lost some of your hair,” I replied giggling. He breathed heavily. “Damn Evil Girl, I am going to kill you because of you I got to the wrong block.”

I sank into the chair, my hands hovering over the keyboard, but my mind was elsewhere, somewhere far away, replaying Daphne’s scary face, her fangs inches from my neck about to rip it off, her voice dripping with jealousy and pure hatred. “You’re his,” she’d said, so sure I was stealing Alex’s attention, his affection, or whatever she thought he owed her. The idea was laughable, Alex barely tolerated me but it left a bitter taste in my mouth. I didn’t want any part in her supernatural drama, her coven rivalries, or her twisted obsession with my stepbrother. I didn’t want any of this...the vampires, the blood, the constant fear of being someone’s next meal. I glanced at the posters on my wall

‎I stared at the screen, scrolling slowly through Reya’s report. Every line made the smirk on my face stretch wider. ‎Name: Ren Banks ‎Age: 24 ‎Occupation: Artist (anonymously known as “Scarlet Thread”) ‎Residence: Apartment 4B, Willow Creek Complex ‎Known Associates: Best friend – Ayesha Hassan (frequent club companion) . Daughter of the commissioner and head of security. ‎Relationship Status: Currently engaged to Lila Quinn.

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A few seconds later: Reika: “Too late. We’re making ‘Grumpy Nurse Fan Club’ t-shirts.” I sighed. Brandon stirred a little in his sleep. “You texting my fan club?” “I’m considering blocking them.” “Mmm,” he muttered. “Block me too. I’m dying.” “You have a cold.” “It’s the worst cold.” “You’re dramatic.” “You’re soft,” he mumbled. “When no one’s looking.” I blinked. “Excuse me?” “Soft. You’re soft.” He burrowed further into my hoodie. “You made soup.”

I saved the document, slammed the laptop shut, and threw myself onto my bed with a groan that probably woke the tap-dancing guy upstairs. “Why can’t real life have werewolves?” I whispered to the ceiling fan. “Just one. One decent alpha who doesn’t ghost after he finds out you like pineapple on pizza.” My phone buzzed. Mia. Mia: Trivia tomorrow? u in? Me: working late. maybe next time Mia: ur always working late or “writing ur spicy wolf books” live a little!! Me: My wolves are living enough for both of us. She sent back three eye-rolls and a string of hearts. Mia’s the only one who knows I write. She calls it my “sexy fursona hobby.” I call it cheaper than therapy.