Ruined
26. Ruined
Banderola Bay
Gift
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Ruined
26. Ruined
<< Sophie .>>
I glance at my phone a millionth time. Liam hasn’t replied to my message yet.
Me: Hey.. you never told me if you are interested in playing the part? I am kind of on a
short deadline here.
I put the phone back down and sink into the soft mattress beneath my body.
I loved jumping around in bed when I was young. Once in a while, dad would come into
my room to put me to sleep. Uncle Orin had told me once that after my mom’s death, dad
had become quiet and distant. Then he married Joy barely a year later and soon Nikkie was
born.
Then I guess she became his sweetheart. Sometimes I feel so much resentment. I was
alone for the past two years. To be honest, Dad has no right to be angry at me.
I blink and feel wetness on my cheek. Only then I realize I am crying. If I want to fix my
relationship with Dad, I will have to tell him everything. How Joy treated me and how he
neglected me. But is there any point? It won’t bring back my childhood and teenage years.
My phone chimes and I pick it up and see Liam’s reply.
Hot Jerk: ‘I want to do it. More money never hurts after all. But I don’t want my face in
the media. Would that be possible?”
I think for a while. It would be better if this news stays away from the media. Because
media will scrutinize him and it wouldn’t be good for either of us.
Hot Jerk: ‘Considering how they are replaying your clips on the news. I am a little.
worried.”
Hot Jerk: ‘Thank Goodness my face wasn’t clear in Lift footage. They would have
played it too.”
It’s amusing how Both M and Liam are private persons.
Me: ‘Yeah.. Thank G7od for poor quality footage that they cannot identify my assaulter.
Hot Jerk: ‘Sorry, I didn’t ask you sooner.. Are you okay now?’
I smile and reply.
Me: ‘Yes, I am much better. Btw let’s do it. I will make sure your face or name doesn’t
get out in the news.’
Hot Jerk: ‘Great. I want half of what you are getting. ‘
My eyes pop out. I call him immediately.
“Hey Sophia…”
“What do you mean you want half?”
“It’s a vaque quess but I think you are indeed married to someone And you must he
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“It’s a vague guess, but I think you are indeed married to someone. And you must be
getting some sort of pocket money.”
I roll my eyes. Why is he so fixated on my marriage?
‘Your husband would be disappointed in you. My cheeks burn remembering the
comment he made when I stumbled naked in his bed. Oh G7od, such an embarrassment.
“I am not-” married? I try to reply to him. Technically, I’m married. But he doesn’t need
to know this. Right?
“I am not married Liam! And I am paying you out of my pocket.”
“Okay,” He says in an amused voice, as if he doesn’t believe me.
I frown but ignore it. He is being a jerk again.
“I will pay you twenty thousand a month for this act.”
He laughs.
“What’s so funny? It’s probably more than what you are earning as that interior designer
in your new job.”
“I want fifty thousand per week. Come on Sophie. I saw your music company is doing
well. You are offering me peanuts.”
My eyes pop out. C7ocky much?
“It will be twenty-five thousand per month. Take it or leave it.” I tell him in stern voice.
He tsks. “I am not happy… But okay. I hope I will get appraisals for a better
performance.”
I roll my eyes.
“Yeah, we’ll see about that.
“And do I need to sleep with you?” He asks, and I feel a rush in my body. I snap my
thighs to control the sudden tingling I feel rising in my lady bits.
What the Fu7ck is wrong with me?
“I want five thousand per night if we sleep together,” he says, and I realize | haven’t
answered him.
“No!”
“Oh, come on! I know you can afford that!. I can make it worthwhile. You won’t regret
this money Sophie,” he says in a smooth voice.
I almost want to kill him.
“No, I mean no! We won’t sleep.” I tell him firmly. But my cheeks are turning pink with
embarrassment, as if I almost want this.
“Oh..” he says with disappointment in his voice. “But if we do, let’s set a bar. It would be five thousand for a night.”
“Jesus! Stop being a jerk or I will fire you already!” I exclaim and he laughs.
I out the phone down. breathing heavily.
It’s late at night and I am lying on my stomach, with a pillow below my thighs and my finger inside my panty. I move my hips slowly, pressing the hard bud, trying to feel what I felt last night on that balcony. I miss how M’s fingers felt inside me. Firm, strong, and thick. My fingers are thin. I hate it.
I sigh heavily.
I am not sure if it’s my concussion or my high lust. But I message him something that
an old Sophie never would have done.
Me: I wonder if your fingers were that good, how the rest of you would feel?”
I think he ruined me with his touch last night and I want more..
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