Chapter 19

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I went to Diamond Cove with a suitcase and a duffel bag. All of the necessary things I need for a month or so are here. Mr. Harrison said that I should leave my laundry to the servants. So I guess my only problem is Belle.

As I walked inside the room I was assigned, I stood outside the door, shocked. The door was open and inside the room was Belle.

Motherfucking Belle.

"Oh, good. You arrived. Didn't he tell you that we're staying in the same room?"

And here I thought that this plan is pointless. I will never ever be friends with this annoying bitch.

"Why? There are other rooms available."

"They're locked. And I'm stuck with you, unfortunately, for a month or two. He even said it would be five. Ugh."

"Five?"

"Oh, yeah. I forgot. He says five months is better than two. So five months is final."

"He didn't tell me that."

"Well, let me tell you something useful: never negotiate with my father. He doesn't play fair."

Just like his daughter. I want to strangle her. So damn much.

I shake the thought, "So, how was your life?" I said - I have to. If I want to make things work.

"Still the same. Except, more boys, more parties, more s-e-x," she says, quoting the last word.

I scoffed, "Huh, you're right. Still the same whore Jarred Michelson fucked in the basement."

It's true. A teacher caught them. Belle said that Jarred raped her. (But she wasn't raped -really- because she wanted it in the first place). So Jarred got dropped out of school while Belle stayed, sitting pretty on her throne. Eugh.

Belle's face became serious, (she looks like a squashed potato when she does that) "If you don't remember, let me remind you that you are in my father's property and I can make you LEAVE."

I crossed my arms, "No, you can't. Only your father can."

She rolled her eyes, "bitch." Then she left.

I took the moment to unpack my things on the other bed, since Belle already unpacked hers.

The room was very neat and elegant. With a flat screen TV hanging on the wall and the linoleum floor contemplating the interior. It is indeed a very welcoming sight. There's also a balcony overlooking the sea.

This could be paradise.

Except I would be trapped with a sophisticated beast.

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