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Mathilda’s head lowered even more, and both Goyle and his wife looked uncomfortable. “Fredric,” Grandma intervened quickly, forcing a smile. “Mathilda, dear, I think he meant you’d look even lovelier with your hair down. You know how young men can be — their tastes are a bit… extreme. Let’s forget it and order lunch, shall we?” After saying that, Grandma turned to me with one raised eyebrow. Yeah, she was angry. But honestly? I didn’t care. Because that’s exactly what I wanted. If Mathilda were ever to stand by my side, she’d need about ten plastic surgeries first.

"Oh, and there is Jasmine! The gold digging night bartender. Give me a discount next time!" Andrew stopped talking, and he turned sharply to the boy who had spoken. He was one of the basktball players, a famous bad boy in school named Ian. He started to move, just as Jasmine held him in place, shaking her head. "Don't." He said nothing and started to settle back in when Ian yelled again. "What are you gonna do, pretty boy? Tell me how she tasted down there?" Andrew stood, slightly hitting his desk out of the way.

They can't dislike each other if I'm not wrong. +++ "There will never come the day when I'll be as blithesome as these two fine ladies. Especially for this reckless activity. Celeste is following in her footsteps and has chosen high-waisted multicolored palazzo pants with a black crop top. There's a black afro wig sitting on her head too, hiding her own shiny hair. I'm wearing a similar wig which goes well with my leopard-printed suit. "Isn't this a bit extreme?" I ask, buttoning my awful shirt.

Harddaddy: God damn, my cock just jerked at the sight of your body. Joejerkins: shit kitten. I bite my lower lip, looking straight into the lens with wide eyes. “I wore something special for you. Do you like it?" I run my hands lightly down the sides of the wig, gathering the strands and letting them spill over my bare tummy for a second before pulling them forward again. "It's so easy for this hair to slip away. Maybe if you're all really sweet to me tonight, I'll let it." I smile, slow and playful, and blow a little kiss toward the camera. "Tip menu is up, loves. Let's see how fast we can make Kitten purr.”

When the police followed the trail, they discovered that after Mom got pregnant, she'd secretly asked the doctor who did her ultrasound to find out the baby's gender in advance. It turned out she was carrying twins—one boy and one girl. But Gran was obsessed with having a grandson and thought raising a girl was a waste of money. She found some folk remedy that could get rid of the baby girl painlessly. Mom didn't want to abort, though. To her, both children were her flesh and blood. Because of that, Gran secretly drugged the soup she made for Mom to kill the baby girl.

I returned to campus full of enthusiasm. That night, my roommates and I gathered in the dorm room. One of them mentioned that he'd caught wind of some major gossip on campus. He said a promiscuous woman had hooked up with Jerry, and there was even a video of it circulating on campus. I couldn't help but scoff at the audacity of this woman. Everyone started egging my roommate on to show the video. To my surprise, he wasn't lying—there really was a video. Everyone clamored to see it, and I didn't hold back my curiosity either.

Chapter 7 Belle's POV The week drags by in the most torturous way possible. Work feels pointless. I smile at clients, answer emails, and pretend to be the same old reliable Belle, but my mind keeps drifting back to Room 705 – the sting of his hand on my ass, the overwhelming stretch of that fat dildo, his tongue doing filthy things to me, and most of all, the way he held me afterward like I was something precious. I catch myself smiling at random moments, then blush furiously when I remember how loudly I had moaned and begged.

I was just focused on the book I was reading, pretending not to hear them. “Hey ugly,” one of them called out. “Hope you are not planning to show up tonight.” I pushed back my glasses that were falling off my nose and continued reading. One of them walked to my desk, grabbed my book and dropped it to the floor. “You don't ignore beauty like us.” She said, titling her head smugly. She continued “have you gotten a prom date? Oops, I forgot. Nobody will want an ugly duckling like you to be their date.”

It was a kid’s show, though my brother had also secretly enjoyed watching it with me during his downtime. Juliana’s eyes latched onto the screen of my phone as I began playing The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy at low volume – loud enough for her to hear it, but low enough so it wouldn’t disturb the other patrons. It had taken me forever to figure out how to work the different apps on my phone yesterday while Juliana had been sleeping. I had never been very technologically advanced, and then being stuck in a prison cell for ten fucking years really fucked me over. By the time our food came, Juliana was halfway into episode two, and her water was gone. I asked Aimee to refill her glass, a

"That's correct. Maybe it's just his strange sense of humor. Things weren't like this with my own mate." Allie angrily punched him in the chest a few times. "Your cousin's too much! How could he mess with my friend like that?" Then she turned to me, her eyes full of regret. "Kelsey, I'm really sorry. I should've explained before you applied, but I didn't even know if you'd get the job. And the werewolf secret can't be shared casually…" I hurriedly shook my head. "I don't blame you. You helped me find a job when I had nowhere to go. I'm grateful for that. It's just… This is too much to take in."