“Uh I never thought that you would actually call me, so I didn’t have anything planned but how about I take you to the movies this Friday?” he asked hopefully.

Denise rolled her eyes from beside me probably unimpressed by his confession and lack of smooth talk. It seemed like he was not very experienced in talking to girls and getting their attention which is odd because he looked very cute.

If I wasn’t on a mission to hurt boys, I might have given him a chance. 

“Friday works fine for me. I’ll send you my address so that you can come pick me up.”

Now that the deal was made, I had no longer any interest in talking to him.
I had already entertained him for way long and although it was fun while it lasted, I had places to be and people to meet.

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Scarlet has finally lost all trust in guys after getting her heart broken many times. She has had enough now and seeks revenge against all the boys.

But revenge is never easy and more so if it is done impulsively.

She is inviting drama and disaster in her life while playing with love and hatred. She is playing with fire that is, the people's emotions which will slowly burn her but it doesn't scare her a bit.

She has devised a plan and intends to go through with it but is she as heartless as she expects herself to be?

She believes her plan to be foolproof but will everything really go her way?

And where will this revenge lead her?

So, let's see if she emerges a winner in this game of love and revenge.
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If you have reached so far then I hope you'll read it too.

Damn These Boys!

I had never visited Exotica during the day. The building seemed odd in the morning sun without the blazing neon lights adorning the building. It was still a beautiful building but seemed to lack luster and that aura that the night brings. 


All four of us- Blu, Charlie, Alex and I were being guided by a bodyguard to enter the building through a backdoor in the alley beside it. 


We followed the bodyguard silently in the alley. It wasn’t as shabby as I expected it to be, maybe Julian took care of its cleanliness but it still had graffiti here and there of obscene images and words. My shoes scuffed against the rough ground or maybe I was unintentionally dragging my feet while walking because I could feel the extra effort I was putting in to walk. Maybe my brain knew that the events following this will not be good ones. 


Chapter 71: “Well I don’t care”