Chapter 35: I Wanna Go Home

"No! You're not Prisley!"

The woman fell back, crying out in pain.

Heather gasped, wrapped up his towel and turned up the lights.

She sat on the floor, still in a seductive pose, hoping Heather would continue their earlier scene.

Heather glanced at her with icy eyes. "Filla? Why pretend to be Prisley?"

Filla shrugged, slowly dressing. "I didn't pretend. You mistook me for her."

"Why didn't you correct me then?"

"I just wanted you, no matter how."

"And I just wanted to make love to you. How was I supposed to know you were thinking of someone else?" She suppressed her anger.

She had waited all night, tried tricks, how could she not be furious with such pride?

Filla and Prisley looked alike. But Filla was fuller and had straight hair. And Prisley was slimmer with naturally curly hair.

In the early days of their contract, Prisley had to straighten her hair or tie it up to a bun to look more like Filla.

Filla left. Heather lay on the bed, thoughts consumed by Prisley.

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