? There you go again...? he murmured against my neck, his breath igniting every nerve in my body. ?Playing the innocent mouse, when really, you're a cunning little fox begging for release. ?
Sophie Cruz, a compassionate and skilled physical the...
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(Theme Song of the Chapter: You Put A Spell On me - Austin Giorgio)
Sophie◆Cruz
THE WAVES ROLLED in, kissing the shoreline, and the cool water tickled my pedicured toes. This was Florida—the warm sun drenching my already tan skin, sellers on the beach trying to get people to buy their homemade alcoholic concoctions, and and the endless blue water stretching out like a perfect postcard.
I was stretched out on the sand beside Samantha, who was dramatically fanning herself, grumbling about her tan lines. She hadn't stopped complaining since we got here.
"Remind me never to wear this bikini again," Samantha muttered. "I'm going to have stripes all over my stomach."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "I'm sure it won't be that bad."
"Easy for you to say," she huffed, propping herself up on her elbows. "You're not as pale as snow."
I always thought her porcelain skin was beautiful, but before I could reassure her, my phone buzzed from inside my beach bag. I sighed, sitting up and digging it out. My heart sank when I saw my grandma's name flash across the screen.
"Hello,"
"Prinsesa, where are you? I'm at your place, I wanted to give you some of my freshly made lumpia you love so much." She said, her sweet voice excited.
"Lola, I'm out today."
"Well, maybe I could stop by again tomorrow."
My stomach twisted at the thought; that wouldn't work. Aiden was set to return tomorrow, and I knew I'd be back at his beck and call.
"I can't." I answered tightly.
"Bakit?" (Filipino| Why?)
"Because I have work the whole day. You know I've been taking extra shifts and working longer hours at Vitality." I lied through my teeth.
I could hear my grandma hum on the other side. "Oh I forgot. My prinsesa is such a hardworking young girl. Just let me know when you're home next week. I'll come by."
My body tinged with guilt. I hated lying to her, but what good would it do to tell her I'd quit my job and was now working for a very questionable person?
"Y-Yeah. Will do. I love you."
"Mahal kita." (Filipino| I love you).
With that, she hung up, and I let out a long, tired sigh. I caught Samantha's questioning gaze, the concern evident in her eyes.
