Post Malone Getting Flashed の小説・ストーリー

************** CHAPTER 24 ~Shawn’s POV~ —Coral Bar— I sat slouched in a booth, nursing my third whiskey of the evening while my so-called friend, Dan, sipped his beer across from me. “She made me look like a complete idiot,” I muttered, glaring into the amber liquid in my glass. “In front of everyone. My team, her husband—Blaze freaking Black.” Dan chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “To be fair, Shawn, you kind of walked into that one. Did you really think you’d just waltz in and charm her after what you pulled?”

I wasn’t expecting to end up holding the flogger. It started as a passing conversation by the bar—Marco leaning against the counter, his usual easy grin in place, a glass of something amber in his hand. I’d just settled beside him, still a little on edge after Andre’s warning about the new voyeur. “You’ve been on quite a ride since you got here, Monroe,” he said, clinking his glass lightly against mine. “Blindfolds, flogging, sensory deprivation… and always from the bottom.”

“She knows.” “Shit.” “Yeah.” We got back to the dorm and crashed on the couch, scrolling the confession page. The video was everywhere now memes, reaction gifs, people tagging the program director anonymously. Malia’s name trending in the small med school hellhole we lived in. Mila handed me ice cream straight from the tub. “We won, right?” “Feels like it.” I took a huge bite, brain still buzzing. “She’s done. Reputation torched. Probably probation tomorrow.”

"You crazy woman! Shut up! I'll strangle you!" I watched this dog-eat-dog spectacle with a flat, cold expression, deciding the moment had finally ripened. I reached into the inner pocket of my windbreaker and pulled out a small silver voice recorder. I pressed play. Every word spoken in this room—Mona's smug confession about swapping the merchandise and laundering the money, Walsh's coerced confession, Sharpe barking out his cover-up orders—played back clean and clear over the speaker. Every sentence was another nail in their coffin.

Quickly, Lauren turned but froze immediately. No, this wasn’t happening, was it? Malcolm didn’t just show up at her parent’s house without informing her first, did he? Oh my God! She was doomed! It was only going to be a matter of days before Michelle insists on taking her place. Her end was near. Quickly, she grabbed her purse and exited the room, leaving the speechless duo. Outside, Malcolm leaned on his car looking like an outright sexy Greek god with his hands dipped in his pockets.

Only to find out that motherfucker, Myles stood in front of me. I could actually feel my blood started to boil and I can not hold it back anymore, Flashback “So this is why you said you can not stay at my place last night?” I asked Madalynne. As I saw that motherfucker Myles looked behind him too. Madalynne shook her head. “this is not as how you think it is.” Madalynne started. I walked straight away passed Myles and right to Madalynne, but Myles stopped me , with his hand on my chest. “She is telling you the truth. It is not how you think it is.” He replied to me in a calm tone, but I do not fucking care about it right now. I know they both are trying to manipulate the situation and tur

I grazed his cheek with the knife as I continued kissing him then stabbed him on his side. "A promise is a promise." I whispered then stood up and quickly ran outside. My ribs were sore. I really didn't care of the scene I had created. I had one goal in mind. Help Marlon, get the evidence. The waiter wasn't that far off when I stepped out. I just hoped he hadn't had time to delete the video. I climbed on a fallen barrel and jumped on him, bringing him to the ground with me. I laid a few punches on his face before struggling the phone out of his hand.

to accommodate Phoebe and even chat with her. Didn't he find her disgusting? Malcolm was overjoyed that Vanessa stood up for him. He looked at the floor, which had been mopped so clean that it sparkled, and spat on it. Then, he pointed at Blake and Flynn. "Heard that? You two are headed for destruction!" "Fuck you, Malcolm!" Blake couldn't take it anymore. "See ya, losers!" Malcolm was disheveled from being covered in coffee, but he still looked cocky as he strutted off.