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I had already learned not to give him the satisfaction. Instead, I turned away, walked down the steps, and pretended I couldn’t feel the mud squish between my toes. He followed me with his eyes the whole time. I felt it—like heat against the back of my neck. That stare of his. Heavy. Focused. I didn’t know it then, but that stare would haunt me for years. It wasn’t the last time he called me names. He had a collection of insults just for me. “Vulture Vee,” “Creepy Vee,” “Vee the Invisible.” He was creative like that. Every week, a new version of me he hated.

Everything with a hint of cold was me. Humming my favorite tune of Pied Piper by BTS, a Korean boy group band, I dried myself off with a towel. Wearing my clothes for the day, I tied my wet hair in a messy bun. Wet hair and buns is the best combo. Applying a little bit of makeup which consisted of blush, mascara and a lip gloss with a maroon shade of matte lipstick in the middle of the lower lip made my look complete. Atlas I wore my golden rings on the middle and index fingers, a pair of small hoops and my favorite pendant which was gifted by my father when I was little. Basically I never took the pendant off. It was a part of me. The pendant had the letters V&C on it.

“Well… well, does it matter? I feel better having her suffer right here.” Pausing for a brief moment, Kim began “you need an heir, she can't give that to you.” Then pulling herself closely to his chest, perhaps the touch of her titties on his chest will make him reconsider this time. “why don’t you try that with me. I am young too.” Her alluring voice came to play as she intentionally pressed and brushed her hooters onto his chest. He smiled. “hmmm”. His cunny smile continued “hmm...”. Then his eyes narrowed while gazing at her calmly “hmm... you don’t understand what you ask for”.

Karin asked. The foreign woman looked at Karin with a mocking look. “You are a woman who doesn't have a television! Can't you recognize that I am a famous model and I am Ryan's girlfriend? I can't accept it if you take it from me!” Karin looked at the woman calmly. “Unfortunately I don't recognize you, which means you're not famous enough, like you said! "I didn't take Ryan away from you. If he turns away from you, it means he's bored with you and you have to accept the fact that you don't have a special position in Ryan's heart anymore!"

His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as he pounds into me mercilessly, his ragged breath hot against my ear. “You’re going to come for me,” he commands, his hand sliding beneath my stomach to find my clit. “Now.” His fingers circle, press, and it’s like an electric current rips through me. My orgasm explodes inside me—violent, shattering—forcing me to scream his name, tears burning in my eyes, my entire body trembling uncontrollably. He doesn’t stop, continuing to thrust into me as I convulse around him, my inner walls clenching desperately.

Genna is my favorite slut, I call her and she comes, her calling me wasn't part of the agreement. "What do you want?" I asked getting angry already "So it's true?" She said "What's true?" I asked "Oh please don't deny it. It's true that you and that bimbo are dating huh. You guys are just pretending to hate each other. Let me make this crystal clear, you are my man and always will be. No stupid bitch can come between us and if they want to" she paused then continued, "I'll remove them from the picture" "I don't get…" She ended the call before I could finish speaking. "Who the hell does she think she is?" I scoffed. To be continued

'Oh to wo hathi or bhens to mujhe Armeen ne bola tha, Haina? ( Oh so the one calling me name was Armeen right?) As it dawned upon her, she gasped. Us Hira ko to chorungi nahi. She thought. But then she played it cool. ' bola hoga, mujhe Kiya pata. Or wese bhi Sach karwa hi hota hai, chahe kisi ne bhi bola ho'. ( Maybe she said that, and anyways truth is always bitter, whether it's coming from a stranger).

I enjoy the comfort of my favorite blue fuzzy pajama pants and oversized shirt. Okay so maybe I really love all my fuzzy jammies and oversized shirts Especially on a Friday night like tonight after a long week at work. I know I just started a week ago and am already glad to be enjoying a nice quiet night curled up on the couch with some popcorn and a good movie. Okay so maybe a gallon of rocky road ice cream and chocolate bars also. My choice of movie tonight is Grease and I am all excited to go watch it. Well that is as soon as this popcorn is done. After the popcorn I will work on my ice cream which isn't much left after the other night when I bought some on my way home from work.

Johan told me, the school gave the dance club the school hall, as it's the most populated hall in the whole school. The hall is fully packed, with an empty seat beside me. On which my bag and Johan's is sitting. I did so, to ensure Johan has a sit for herself when she's done. After opening prayer, Johan's dance is what is meant to open today's agenda. I look at my short friend standing in the middle of the huge podium, and I flash her an encouraging smile. The song she danced to earlier today, begins to play from the speakers, but Johan stands frozen. Causing my brows to furrow. Does she have stage fright?