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Sara said, which made Catherine frown even more. “You don’t have to listen to him Cathy, Is There any thief who wants to admit what he did?” Damian added suddenly. Sara just shrugged, looking at the two of them. Damian and Catherine keep on sneering at him like he was a disgrace. But this Asian woman chose not to care about. There’s no point in defending herself in front of people who always hate. A thousand kindnesses will always have a negative meaning for everyone who hates. “You see it’s Cathy. She says nothing at all. You know what that means, right?” Damian asked.

Whether it was because of the way she had smiled at him, the way her lipstick highlighted her lips, or simply that he wanted a blowjob, Sara instead spent the next hour or so worshipping every inch of the older gentleman's cock. "And I was dressed relatively modest then too." Sara proudly explained, "So if your daddy saw me in a swimsuit then..." She let out another giggle as she imagined all the possible ways Mr Johnson would try to fuck her. "Well, I'm looking forward to seeing his reaction." "Yeah, well my pool isn't for daddy stealing sluts," Rachel responded in jest. "Oh shut up, you're just jealous that he said I gave better head!" Sara continued with pride, "It's not my fault that I'm

"Fresh starts are good and necessary sometimes." We talked about books, the weather, and her plans to host author readings once she got the bookstore side more established. Normal conversation about normal things. It was refreshing in a way I had not experienced in months and I realized with some surprise that I was almost enjoying myself. The easy friendship Sara offered felt like water after years of thirst. She did not ask about my past or why I had moved to the cottage alone. She did not probe into wounds I was still trying to heal. She just talked to me like a person worth knowing and that simple kindness was more powerful than any grand gesture.

It was a mercy offered in the middle of a massacre—a gift from the man who had ordered the strike. Sara’s reaction was instantaneous. She didn't strike me. She didn't scream. She simply turned her head away with such violent revulsion that it felt like she’d stabbed me. Her entire body recoiled as if my touch were made of concentrated acid. The look she gave me—one of pure, silent, unadulterated disgust—was more powerful than any blow Natalie had landed. She would rather starve, rather freeze, rather bleed out on this floor than accept a single drop of "kindness" from my hands. I stood up, the glass shattering as I dropped it to the floor.

She looked at me as if she wanted permission to speak, but before I could give her any kind of a response Tatiana answered. "That didn’t work the first time, what makes you think that’s going to work now? Clearly, I’m not making enough of an impact with Sara’s book readings. I’ll have to come up with another creative idea to make my point. Too bad you don’t have any pets or children…" Sara looked sick and like she was going to keel over. I squeezed the phone in my hand and held onto the last bit of will power I had. I couldn’t stand letting anyone else hurt her like this. I would end Tatiana at all costs.

“My beef?” Sandra quietly mutters, “Oh-oh.” "Yes, your beef." I grunt, crossing my arms. "Since you arrived, you’ve been acting like you have some personal vendetta against me.” She scoffs, then slowly removes her sunglasses. Jesus Christ. Even her eyes are pretty. “I know exactly who you are, Sara Jane,” Her voice is cold. Judging. I blink once. “What?” “I’ve read all the disgusting little blogs about you.” She continues. “How you use men. Manipulate them. Turn them into pathetic little puppets because they’re too obsessed with you to think straight.”

"Enjoyable. I had my best friend over for lunch and I visited my grandparents on Sunday. I also finished my latest book." Sara openly lifted her head and her shyness went away. "What did you read?", she asked full of admiration. "The Physician. I know, I know, I'm late to the party, but better late than never." "And?", she nudged forward with shining eyes. "It's a good read, isn't it?" I melted as her cute smile appeared on her lips, this specific smile that made laughter lines appear around her eyes, her nose scrunch up and her eyes shine even more.

“Wait until you’re eating ramen for the third week in a row. But I see the look in your eyes. You’re hungry for this.” They talked for twenty minutes. They talked about Woolf and Plath. They talked about the decline of print media and the beauty of a well-turned phrase. For the first time in six months, Aria felt like a human being. She wasn’t Damian Cross’s sister-in-law. She wasn’t a liability or an asset. She was just a girl who loved books. “You know what?” Sara said, slapping her hands on her knees. “I like you. You’re overqualified, you’re passionate, and you’re willing to work for peanuts. You’re hired.”

I sighed, moving off her. “Let’s feed your stomach, love. You’ll need energy for later.” I teased. Sarael rolled her eyes but got back up. “Yes, I’ll need lots of energy for all the reading I need to do.” she nodded, opening an app on her phone to place an order. “You like Chinese?” she asked. “What reading? And yes, I like Chinese. I’m not picky. Anything beef is fine.” I answered. “Yes, I need to read up on the unbinding spell, and I want to look through the book Mister Tracey loaned us some more.” she nodded, placing the order.

So how was your trip Lady Chen asked Sara as soon as she walked in to the room. Sara had the impulse to attack this woman, the only thought she had right now was to go ballistic on this woman and rip off some parts of her body, but her rationality preventes her from moving, for someone who can trap such a monster in her territory, all she'll need to take my puny life would probably be a breath of air. "It was very educative and relaxing" Sara answered!