Rejected By My Mate

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Rider James pushed me off of him and walked down the stairs of my mansion to the kitchen. I looked at the pile of his clothes that still laid in my room. Did he forget them?

I decided he hadn't and put on a pair of freshly cleaned leggings, an explensive blouse, redid my hair and re-applied my makeup. I then looked at myself in the mirror, confirmed that I am still in fact an ugly woman and sulked my way down the stairs.

On the table daddy had the butlers make an entire pig as well as another eight hundred pounds of other food I was going to ignore. "Daddy!" I wailed. "How could you do this to me?"

"Don't do this again, Peaches." daddy rubbed his forehead. "You're not a vegan, you have frappes."

"It's not the same daddy! I hate you, you're ruining my entire life just like this pig!" I turned and ran away.

"Vegan werewolves don't exist Peaches Freeberry Jane!" daddy hollered after me.

I ran back upstairs and in my best off-key six-year-old Ariana Grande voice sung every Ed Sheeran song on my phone.

"Peaches!" Rider James bellowed through the floor. "If you don't shut up right now I will come up there and beat you to a pulp."

"I love you too, Rider James!" I made three kissing noises, and got down onto the floor to drool over our love and his sex godliness.