''Please, don't flatter yourself. My tampons go deeper than your d*ck could ever!"
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When the young, carefree, and spoiled Scarlet Harper is forced to work at a Diner that belongs to her childhood crush and mortal enemy, things get...heated. No, l...
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''Ms. Harper?''
I twitched, refusing to open my eyes.
''I'm sorry, Ms. Harper, I need you to leave. We have a viewing scheduled in half an hour''
I felt them nudge my shoulder gently.
''I'm afraid I'll have to call your brother, Ms. Harper''
I opened my eyes at this, groaning. ''I'm up, relax'' I muttered under my breath, slowly slipping off my parent's bed. ''How'd you even know I was here?'' I yawned. Once my high was worn off, I passed out right on the bed.
''Your brother has an alarm system installed. We get immediate notifications of intrusions'' The woman informed me with a forced smile.
''Does he know then?'' I asked, not bothering to put on an act.
''No, I haven't said anything yet'' She shook her head, glancing down to my pocket. A small, clear bag stuck out from it. I shoved it deeper in, grunting.
''Well, don't say anything. Alright?'' I asked, on my way out of the bedroom.
''Alright, Ms. Harper'' She nodded curtly.
With that, I trudged down the stairs and physically left the house I would never be able to mentally leave.
***
''Scarlett?''
I took the bottle of bitter alcohol away from my lips at the mention of my name. Looking up from the curb right outside his diner, I spotted Hunter. He was locking the place up with occasional glances thrown my way.
''That's me'' I nodded before taking another swig of Vodka.
''What are you doing here?'' He asked, slowly strolling right up to me. His tall, suited figure was towering over me as I sat on the curb. Without thinking, due to the alcohol and the illegal substances in my blood, I patted the curb as an invitation for him to sit next to me.
He hesitated but sat down anyway.
''I'm...drinking!'' I raised the bottle, offering him a drink.
He looked down at the bottle and then into my eyes again, thinking about something. ''Are you high?'' He asked.
''As a kite'' I smiled stupidly.
''I thought you quit...'' He trailed off, frowning.
''And I thought you had fun, as you said, but it turns out you're more boring than I thought!'' I sighed dramatically. ''Look at you, working late on a Saturday night!'' I chuckled before chugging some more Vodka, ignoring the burn in my throat.
He glanced at the almost empty bottle, unamused. ''And you're more predictable than I thought''.
I scowled, looking at the cars that passed us by. ''I thought we were done with the assumptions and the constant judgment thrown my way?''
