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Avery
We left immediately when Sam and Mr. Krew entered the office. A man asked us to follow him, and he took us to the company apartments where we would be staying. We each got our own apartment. I was extremely impressed. I told Ellora that I was fatigued from traveling and would not rejoin them for the rest of the night. She understood and wished me a good
evening.
I couldn’t believe I was back in America. I haven’t been here in five years. The last month was hectic with preparing to come here. Yolanda backed out at the last minute, so I told Ellora I would take over as her PA and still be her stylist. We’ll have to inform the company of the change. There was no time before we got here. Yolanda fell in love with some aristocrat and declared she no longer needed to work. I rolled my eyes at her stupidity. Men were so fickle. They’d f*ck anything that walked. P*ssy was p*ssy. I hated men. I’ve only been in love once in my love, and it wasn’t with a man. It was with my sweet best friend Samantha Buchanan. I f*cked up seven years ago. I had a plan in my head to break up Elliot and Samantha. I didn’t want her to give up her v*rginity to him. He wasn’t perfect for her. I wanted to be the one to take her v*rginity. I wanted to be the one to show her the pleasures that only a woman could
show her.
If it wasn’t for that stupid person who exposed all the secrets at school, she would never have known. No one ever found out who the person was behind that expose. But it blew up the town we lived in. The football coach was arrested, a number of footballers were kicked off the team and Samantha fled. I had been devastated. I knew she would have forgiven me. I was going to go to her in tears and claim that Elliot drugged me and seduced me. I even had a guy friend ready to say he was my boyfriend. I was going to introduce them, and then that next weekend after the Christmas dance I was going to come to her pleading for forgiveness. She would have believed me. She didn’t love Elliot. She was just riding high on her new–found popularity. I couldn’t blame her, I was too. We were outcasts most of high school. Then we both decided to change, me from my goth ways and her with her weight–loss journey. We were
an instant hit.
But that d*mn link beat me. Then when she said her piece before she blocked me, I knew she had seen and heard us. Then she disappeared. After the holidays, I went to her house and begged her parents to let me know where she was and to let her know I wanted to talk to her. But they had refused. They just said she was starting a new life.
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I spiraled, I f*cked everyone, I did drugs, I drank. My parents got fed up with me. I was surprised they even cared, but being prominent lawyers, I was hurting their reputation. So they sent me to rehab, then they sent me to Italy. I did my last year of high school abroad and decided to study fashion. I was surprised how easily my ideas came to me, and I was soon sought after by friends to make dresses for them. I had a small online store that kept me fed but when the opportunity came to work with Ellora, I jumped on it. All the clothes she wore were my creations. It was great exposure for me. When I wasn’t styling Ellora, I used all my free time to come up with new designs and sell them on my online store. It was a great side hustle. I’ll probably never give it up.
For years, I did this. I was happy but empty inside. That was until Ellora came across Kimber Krew’s notice and sent Dashawn Krew, which had the added benefit of bringing Samantha back into my life.
She was as gorgeous as ever. She was more mature, her figure was phenomenal. I wanted to dive into her cleavage. And her a*s. I moaned at remembering seeing her a*s in her clothes. I just wanted to bite it.
Finding out her and Dashawn were dating was a blow. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like the way he looked at her all possessive. I could see they were in love. I was just grateful at the time that they weren’t getting married. I changed my appearance to feel closer to her. We were always told we looked alike, just our br*asts were different. She had high rounded C–cup br*asts, and I have a D now. I got a br*ast reduction when I was twenty. The double D’s got in my way a lot. Another difference was our height. She was 5’3, and I was 5’7 but facial wise, we could be mistaken for sisters. So, coloring my hair to the same auburn as hers, and adding extensions, when I looked in the mirror, I felt closer to her.
Now, all I had to do was get close to her. We were once inseparable, we could be again. Maybe I should get a dog, and I could casually mention taking it to a dog park, and maybe she’d like to join us. Something to think about.
We had a meeting with them first thing in the morning. I unpacked my bags and hung up my clothes. I picked out a black pencil skirt and a red three–quarter sleeved blouse. I’ll put my hair in a low pony and tie it with a bow. I needed to look as sweet as possible. Prove to her, I was a changed person. I was prepared to do anything to get back into her good graces.
Then, once I was, I could work my magic on her. I’ll make her feel so special she won’t be able
to deny any attraction she feels for me. Then I’ll get a little liquid courage into her, and we
could, oops, have a scandalous night that we’d just keep between the two of us. I know I could
pull this off. When we were growing up, I constantly undressed in front of her. I saw how she looked at my body. I didn’t know if she was curious, but I made sure to squeeze my br*asts to
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get her attention on them. Then I told her to show me hers, and we would stand there and talk about the differences. I’d grab her hands and tell her to squeeze mine to see how mine felt compared to hers. I lived off those memories for years. She never let me touch hers though, I tried touching her p*ssy once when we were talking about orgasms, and I told her I touched
myself, and she asked how. So I went to touch hers and she jumped back and giggled. She
said just explain it. I did, but she made faces like she didn’t understand. She was always so
innocent.
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I don’t know how Dashawn got her. She still seems innocent and reserved. Maybe they
weren’t f*cking? Once I get close to her again, I’ll ask her. This was my chance, and I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers. Once I assess how close she and Dashawn are,
make a better plan to see how I can dissolve that relationship. I wasn’t going to let him wiggle his way into her heart. I am hoping he hasn’t made too much progress. But I guess we will
see tomorrow.
“You are so st*pid.” I froze and closed my eyes. No, this isn’t happening right now. I was just
tired.
“Keep telling yourself that. But you can’t suppress me all the time. It takes up all your energy. She’ll never forgive you. You’ll never get her to trust you.”
“Shut up! You don’t know that!”
“Don’t I? You’re an utter f*ck up. You can try to change yourself, but you’ll always be a crazy
b*tch!”
“SHUT UP!” I screamed. I went to my travel bag and ripped the zipper open. I grabbed my bottle of Tiapride and shook out a pill. I swallowed it dry and waited five minutes as the laughter that assaulted me faded.
I breathed a sigh of relief. It’s been a year since I had an episode. The last one was when Ellora had ripped her dress on opening night and I had to scramble to fix it as she screamed and cried. The voice came to me, yelling how I was nothing, that I would never amount to anything. Luckily, I was able to fix it, but then I collapsed and had to be hospitalized. The voice had started when I was in rehab. I’ve been on antipsychotic medication ever since. I
can’t afford to fall apart right now.
I decided to take a nap before dinner. I was going to eat in, and then I was going to pamper myself with a bath and make my skin silky smooth before I saw the woman that I have loved
my entire life.
