| Thursday Evening|
The apartment was a whirlwind of half-empty makeup palettes, scattered clothes, and the lingering scent of hair spray.
Becky was leaning against the dresser, curling her hair with an air of practiced precision, while Orm meticulously applied eyeliner in front of a lit vanity mirror.
Prig, sprawled across the bed in a robe, was too busy rehashing the latest gossip to bother getting ready.
Her voice cut through the faint music playing in the background, "I still can't believe you pocketed Sarocha. Like, how the fuck did you pull that off? Did you drug her into dating you? Because no offense, yeah I won't believe it unless if it was blackmailing"
Becky didn't even flinch, rolling her eyes as she adjusted the curl in her hair.
"Why the fuck are you still on this? If anything, I'm out of her league." She smirked, setting down the curling iron. "She chased me, dying for my attention. Practically begging for it."
Prig raised a skeptical eyebrow, locking eyes with Orm, who chuckled as if Becky had just claimed she was royalty.
Prig leaned back, grinning. "Daddy Sarocha, I beg your fucking pardon. Are we talking about the same person?"
Orm didn't even look up from her eyeliner as she quipped, "Old news, Prig. It's more of Daddy Armstrong now."
Becky let out a groan and threw her hands up. "Oh my God, can we not start with the daddy shit again?"
Prig squinted, as if processing the information. "Wait, wait—Daddy Armstrong?" She paused dramatically, her brain catching up.
Then her eyes widened. "No fucking way." She pointed an accusing finger at Becky. "You're a top?!"
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Fallen (Lingorm)
FanfictionTop fierce attorneys who can't stand each other or mostly- Orm.. For her, Lingling is the most annoying person alive-her cocky smile and constant wins in court drive her crazy. Always up against each other in court. Orm is determined to outdo Lingli...
