Rudeus X Roxy Novels & Stories

she spits and I gasp out loud. Before I can speak, Roxy turns up. She's drunk but her eyes are wide open and her fists are balled. "What did you just say to my best friend?" Roxy is breathing fire. Things are about to get nasty. "You heard what I said, bitch. Get your filthy ass out of here. I think I'm catching fleas from you. My goodness," she scratches her arm. I look at Roxy and for sure I can not predict what she might do next. She is gritting her teeth, huffing and puffing.

"Is that why you are hiding behind a mask, pretending to be someone else? You are nothing but a coward, Rhea." "Better a coward than a thief," I say coldly. "You have spent your whole life stealing what was mine." Her face contorts with rage. "You ungrateful bïtçh. After everything Mother and I did for you—" "Save the búllshît, Roxy," I interrupt. "Enjoy my vomit. Since you are so desperate to feed off my leftovers." Her smug expression turns into rage. She raises her hand, ready to slap me across the face. Before her palm can connect with my cheek, a strong hand catches her wrist from behind.

For some reason, his heart clenched, and he added, "She doesn't handle alcohol well. If she starts making a scene later, it'll disturb the other guests, and it'll embarrass you, too. You understand, right, Stella?" Ordinarily, I would've kicked up a fuss by now. But this time, I simply smiled. "Of course. Drive safe." Bryan frowned. It looked like he had more to say, but at the very next second, Roxy collapsed into his arms and draped herself all over him. With her cheek pressed against his neck, she said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Let's go, Mr. Sable… My body's burning up… I want you so badly…"