To Put it Simply

"You don't understand, Marco, every second of my life has been leading up to this opportunity!" I yell.

He narrows his eyes at me.

"The opportunity to sleep with my father?" He asks.

"Yes! Why is that so hard for everyone to understand?!" I cup his face and pull him closer so his nose is touching mine. "Mark it now, Marco. I am going to bag that DILF if it is the last thing I do"

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My name is Aveline Nour, and today I've finally won.

I have been competing with Diya Achari since we were toddlers. Math, P.E., debate, cheer, fencing - you name it, we've topped it. We've been at an even score for 12 years now: 134 wins - 134 wins. But that's all over now because I've been chosen for the dream job we both wanted, and that means I've finally tipped the scale and won.

I've nearly won.

I've won as soon as I start my first day.

I haven't won at all.

I should be in my office, sending a Snapchat to Diya about how cool my new job is. The score should be 135 - 134. But instead, I'm on a wild goose chase with a mafia boss' crybaby son, a trunk full of weed, and you guessed it: Diya fucking Achari recording *everything* from my back seat.

I'm Aveline Nour, and to put it simply: I'm fucked.

use of profanities, mentions of drug use, violence, and light smut.l