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It was completely mesmerizing. I didn’t even care that I was plus size anymore. I just wanted to please him. My heart was racing and I could feel a sweat bead forming despite how cold the weather was. I took off the top I was wearing and Slowly undid the zip of my jeans. When I was down to just my panties and my bra, I saw his eyes widen in anticipation, his bulge growing larger. I suddenly felt confident. He wanted me. “Come here baby,” I slowly walked over to him.

one of them shouted, his voice rough and demanding. Without thinking too much about it, I complied. If they were asking for more, I would give them more—more than enough to ensure they were half-dead by the end of the night. Honestly, I didn’t care, all I wanted was for my shift to end so I could finally go home and escape this crazy night. My name is Amy Cooper, and this is just a glimpse into my life—a trip into the world of a girl like me. *** I never set high standards for myself, but I did value who I was. I had goals and dreams, and I was determined to achieve them. My mom was amazing, a dedicated baker known for her delicious pastries and warm loaves of bread.

“This is the fifth one. They’re all either way too short or scream, ‘Take me to the club.’ I need something… classy. Not like I’m trying to sell my soul.” Amelia smirked from inside her closet. “I like my dresses short, sue me.” Of course she did. Amy had the body, the confidence, the social circle—everything neatly arranged like her color-coded shoe rack. Meanwhile, I was 21, single after a three-month disaster of a relationship, recently unemployed, and pretending to be someone else’s girlfriend for money. She popped her head out, holding another hanger. “Okay, what about—” My phone buzzed on the bed.

“Warren tried to run me over this morning.” Amy’s lips moved, forming an arc, but no words came out of them. Her gaze was lost away from mine, as if she were trapped in her thoughts. “Are you serious?” My brief moment of excitement plummeted to rocky ground. “You aren’t making up this story just so I would come here.” “Look at me, Amy,” I pointed to my body. “Would I really be capable of self-mutilating just so you would feel sorry for me? Don’t be so conceited.”

AMY'S POV. "Please get yourself together, Amy.” Grasping my resume as if it held the answer to my whole life, I muttered under my breath. "You’ve got this. " The tall glass building was glittering under the mid-morning sun, almost taunting me. With trembling fingers, I handed the driver some cash and got out. My name is Amy Walters. I've been an aspiring model since I graduated from modelling school, and I've been getting rejected by every company and agency. But I'm not giving up on my long-awaited dream as a supermodel, as I still crave to stand on a stage and shine.

“Yes. I understand.” “Good. Now get yourself ready. We need to get you something to wear for your hearing and to be there for Keller when it’s his turn.” She pinches my cheek lightly. “What size do you wear? I will call a couple of my personal shoppers while I wait.” Personal shoppers? I’ve heard of that before, but I didn’t know they were a real thing. “Um, usually a zero, but youth size fits me too.” Amy stops short in the doorway. “Did you say you wear youth size clothing?”

She’s even giggling. Amy has great tastes in fashion. She’s always updated about trends. “Fine, now shut up because you’re damaging my eardrum. I’ll drive this time. No arguments.” “Oh, no, missy, I’ll drive. I’ll pick you up tonight. Bye.” She hangs up on me. I slump my head back against my pillow. I show, shave my legs, brush my teeth, floss them then, apply some lotion, and dry my hair. I wear the dress Amy asked me about, and apply makeup just the way she told me to.

“Haha! Little c*nt! How dare you steal my role? You even went to the extent of making light conversation with me. Who the f*ck do you think you are?” At this moment, a sinister expression was written all over Cherry’s face. She said, “I hurriedly came here as soon as I got back from Khanh City. I didn’t even have time to take a shower. All just to make sure a little b*tch like you pays the price. Amy, are you ready?” “Of course.” Amy also let out a sneer. When she clapped her hands, two big men in black clothes immediately walked towards them. Amy ordered, “Take her upstairs. This b*tch likes being the female lead, huh? Then, I’ll make a movie starring her that’ll go viral all over the count

“Coffee should be served tepid, not boiling.” The reprimand startled me, sending my mind down memory lane. “You sound like Dorothy.” Amy smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Her business suit was lilac and well-tailored. “Been shopping?” I asked. She chose not to answer. “So, what do you think?” “Honestly? Even I wouldn’t just hand Jake over without his consent.” I watched as she buttered a slice of toast. When she put it to my lips I discovered I was ravenous.