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"Oh my sweet angel, did you really think I was going to give it to you so easily? Anyways, when I let you cum, it's going to be from my cock, not my fingers."
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"It's for the late-night show? That host is a jackass" Ally mumbles as I'm getting ready to leave, "It's whatever" I reply with a shrug as I place a hooped earing into my ear.
"Do you need us to come with you? To kick his ass?" Niki huffs from behind me, as soon as the boys found out who was doing the interview they threw a bloody fit, carrying on about
'Marcus fucking Brown? Seriously?', 'The same dumbass that Cillian did an interview with?' blah, blah, blah.
"No, you two go out as you planned" I smile trying to reassure them, "We can cancel on them, families more important than friends" Ally smiles back, "You two have friends?" I ask pretending to be shocked "That was a low blow маленький цветок ( little flower)" Niki mumbles.
"Both of you go, I've got Marco and Milo to keep my company" I sigh turning to face them, they don't seem happy with my decision but nod their heads anyway, they know better than to argue with me.
Once they leave I take a deep breath and turn back around looking at myself in the mirror, I chose to wear a dress Cillian had brought me a week ago, and said 'It would look perfect on you angel'.
Shockingly it wasn't red, it's white instead.
I felt confident in it, until I noticed that bugle of my stomach sticking out that everyone likes to comment on. But I keep it on, hoping that somehow I'll feel empowered in it.
Walking to the front door Marco and Milo smile at me, I pause completely, "Did Marco just malfunction?" I ask looking at Milo, he looks at Marco as his smile stays put "I think you did" He semi-whispers back.
"You look beautiful Willow" Marco comments before his face turns, well blank again "Thank you Marco" I smile as he opens the door for me, "Hey I was going to say the same thing" Milo huffs, Jesus they're just another Ally and Niki aren't they?
We talk amongst ourselves as we drive to the building where the show is hosted in, arriving everyone I had met so far was lovely, the women working there had complimented me already, and given me a heads up that Marus, the host was in a particularly good mood which meant he had some type of surprise for me.
Knowing that I felt uneasy, that anxiety-inducing panic rose to the top in no time, that feeling of doom, I need to cancel, I need to leave.
As I turn to walk the opposite way Marcus' voice stops me "Willow Ivanov, it's a pleasure to finally meet you!" He beams with a smile, shit.
I turn around and smile back "Nice to finally meet you, Marcus".
We shake hands but he catches me off guard when he holds my hand to his mouth and kisses it, brother ew.
He lets go and I place my hand by my side quickly, "No make-up? We have some artists here" He hums turning around, I follow as do Marco and Milo "I don't like him" Marco whispers to me "Neither do I" I admit quietly.
I am brought into the room where I'm supposed to wait until it's my turn, the women in there don't speak, only doing my make-up as Milo talks to me "You need anything? Water? Food? A mint? What about-" I cut him off as he rambles "A gun" I smile, and the two women look at me with wide eyes, "It was a joke" I roll my eyes at them, well, it kinda was.
Once they're done they leave, finally, I must admit they do their job well, my face looks flawless, the dark bags under my eyes gone, they've somehow made my face look slimmer which I'm happy for, I was angry at myself for letting myself gain so much weight in such a short time, I hadn't even noticed the stretch marks on my body until I had a good look at all my flaws the other night, Cillian must be disgusted by me...
"5 minutes Willow!" Someone calls from the door, I slap on a fake smile and stand up "Ready?" Milo asks, I nod my head as my body trembles with anxiety "Ready as I'll ever be".
I'm standing behind the curtains waiting, I can't bring myself to stand still, that fucking feeling in my chest won't leave. "Introducing our next guest, the one and only Willow Ivanov!" Marcus cheers as the audience applauds, my legs shake slightly as I walk out, I didn't realise how bright or hot all the lighting makes the stage.
Don't trip Willow, do not fucking trip I think to myself as I smile and wave at the audience before sitting down on the chair that's next to Marcus's desk. As soon as the audience quietens down he begins hammering me with questions.
"It's so lovely to finally have you on the show, how's things with Cillian?" He smirks, of course, that was the first question.
"It's perfect, he's training hard for his next fight as we speak" I smile, "There's been some rumours that you're pregnant, is it true?" Here we go, "I'm not pregnant, I can assure you that", He chuckles at my answer, it's not fucking funny you fat prick.
"You sure you're not hiding a secret from me, Willow? I promise not to tell" He winks, this asshat is getting on my nerves, "I'm not pregnant I'm just fat" I reply blankly, Marcus and the audience laugh, it's not a joke, why are they laughing.
"Did you know you're the first person in your family to accept an interview with us? Do you know why?"
Because you're an annoying asshole who craves to make drama and know everything about everyone, "I'm not sure, my family is pretty reserved when it comes to their personal life, but I'm happy that I'm the first of us that has come here to talk" I smile again, lie, lie fucking lie Willow.
"And we're happy to have you here isn't that right ladies and gentlemen?" He smiles as the crowd cheers, god, they are all sheep following his every order.
"I have a surprise tonight" He admits, that feeling of impending doom almost bursts out of my skin, my palms start to sweat and my body turns cold "I have some videos from an old friend of yours!".
The crowd cheers but I panic, I try to play it off as best I can "That's funny, I don't have any friends" I respond. He directs my attention to the large TV to my left, I watch as it starts off blurry, but then I realise exactly what I'm watching.
Videos of my 15-year-old self, leaning into the car of a John, a man who was going to use me for pleasure. The video stops before it goes to footage of me, well, doing my job. I feel sick, I can't rip my eyes away from the screen as more videos play, Reggie... How the fuck did Reggie do this...
