Offer Still Stands

In the middle of our journey, a part of me wanted to scream, to let out all the anger, frustration, and hatred that put weight on my shoulders. But the only thing I could do was grit my teeth while holding onto that thought.

Good thing the chaperone did not ask me anything about how I ended up almost getting naked. Because if he did, I could have growled at him already - lashed out at him with everything that burned inside me.

How dare Norman do this to me? The audacity to use me to win the bet. For what? For a million dollars? To protect his noble fat ass? He even had the face to tell me that he wanted to do everything to get me back.

He even lured me with that fucking 30 million dollar evening gown to fall for his trap. Love my ass. If that woman hadn't shown up, Norman could have been smiling in silence, knowing he fooled me with the tip of his fingers.

I was supposed to reach out to Justine, to come over and pick me up, but I forgot to bring my phone with me. A