"ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴜʟ" ɪ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ.
Angel's life has been quite a roller coaster ride since she graduated with an exceptional degree from one of the finest schools in her hometown.
Securing employment proved to be ch...
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Two Days later
I slipped into a peach-colored palazzo, the fabric hugging my thighs and ass like a second skin.
The matching halter top revealed just enough cleavage, and my curls tumbled down my back. A swipe of gloss, a spritz of perfume, and glass heels completed the look.
"Luca," I called as I entered the kitchen. He was already making breakfast.
"Hey, sis," he grinned.
"That smells amazing. Wish I could stay and eat."
"You're leaving already? Isn't it too early?"
"Mr. Noah wants us in LA early. The interview's at one."
He nodded, and I moved closer.
"If I don't make it back, take Mom to the hospital. She's being admitted today. I've done the paperwork, just get her room number and nurse. And don't forget her meds..."
He gave me a look. "Got it, Angel. I'm not twelve."
I rolled my eyes. "Can you drop me off?"
He groaned but agreed.
At the club, I found Red in her room, applying makeup.
"You're early," she teased.
"Curious about the interview." I smiled.
She offered me a touch-up. I declined—lip gloss was enough for me.
Red stood, dressed in a deep blue dress with a plunging neckline. Her fiery hair and smoky eyes gave her that signature femme-fatale look.
She grabbed her bag, and we headed out.
Mr. Noah and the others were already in the parking lot.
"Good morning, Mr. Noah," I greeted.
"Hello, Angel. Ready for the day?" His eyes glinted with something unreadable.
"Let's go," he said, then turned to me.
"You're riding with me."
I blinked. "But—"
"No arguments, sweetheart."
He opened the door. I hesitated, then got in. Red slid into the front seat.
The city blurred past as we drove to the airport. Mr. Noah's private jet was waiting. Again, I wasn't with the others.
"She thinks she's special," I heard Cassie mutter behind me. "Bet she's screwing the boss."
I ignored her. She hated me ever since Red named me best dancer, claiming I stole the guys she wanted.
Onboard, a flight attendant handed me juice. I accepted with a quiet thanks.
An hour later, we landed in LA. Luxury cars lined the runway. I moved to join the others, but Mr. Noah stopped me again.
