Screw Me Over ✔️

Carmon

What's up, folks?! I hope you guys are doing well because this Corona is making many people panic! Please remember to STAY INSIDE! It helps tremendously!

Anyway...

Spoiler alert! Rena's playing taxi driver tonight. Lol How do you think Rena's feeling about that?

The other ladies finally found Carmon and Rena in the closet! Should they have been able to find them sooner? Do you think they left them in there on purpose?

Lastly, do you think Tiffany is overreacting? Do you think she should let Bryce in?

Well, we are back with another chapter for Screw Me Over! It's Carrrrrrmon's turn to turn heads (*coughs* both heads) because it's still charity ball time!!!

Anyway, please see the triggers that are in the summary of this story! Please! As you know, what comes with Carmon are sex scenes! She's a freak nasty so please skip over if you must.

Alright, y'all! That's all I have! You may continue! 💜🤫
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"OH MY GOODNESS! Is that you, Mr. Trent Carter?!" an overly exaggerated woman called for my boss as soon as we stepped foot into the extravagant building.

Literally.

His focus moved from the event as a whole and to the billionaire wife. She wore the stereotypical look of one. You know? The white pearls, the red elegant dress that showed off the humps of her breasts, the long blonde hair, and overly manicured face. You could tell that she had work done to not only her face. A blind person could even see that.

Anyway, her soft pained hands fell onto his chest and his veiny hands fell on hers with a smile on his face. My eyes couldn't help but study the large wedding band that laid on her left hand. Although she was married, she still wanted a piece of the popular business man as it showed all over her face. That lustful sparkle in her eyes helped spark up a conversation between the two.

This, however, didn't stop plenty of other dainty females from interrupting their conversation and gathering around the popular CEO. Thank goodness they gave me a reason to sneak away and find a table to sit at. This whole event was out of my norm and I felt so uncomfortable. Once I sat down, the feeling of going back home crept upon me slowly.

What was one thing that made a thrill-seeking woman like me feel comfortable? What kept me entertained?

Alcohol.

A bar appeared in sight as soon as my eyes lifted from the protected menu on the table. A familiar bartender caught my eye and my shameless signature smirk cracked through my straight-faced look.

Just like I liked him. In a building filled with ballers, shot callers, and streetwalkers, there stood a regular good-looking man that stood out from the crowd and he turned me on for the second time. Damn, he was good.

"Colton?" I called while maneuvering myself from the table to the bar with a smile on my face. He passed a sexy wink my way as he finished making a fresh cocktail for one of the posh attendees. Her light blue eyes rolled at me once she saw me call the educator. Ugh, the snobbish only go so far.

Scoffing at her, my eyes went back to the blonde-haired tall man. "Hey, you. You've got to excuse me. It's easy to forget your name with a beautiful face like yourself. Fortunately, that's something I can't ever forget," he responded with his deep seductive voice as I felt my cheeks get hot. As soon as he said 'hey, you', my thong was drenched.