Can’t Win Me Back

After a night of excessive partying, Betty was woken up by a waitress in the washroom. She didn’t even have time to clean up the filth from the lower part of her body before she slipped out through the back door.

By the time she stumbled out, the sun was high in the sky. It was already the next afternoon.

In no condition to return to Seaview Manor looking like a mess, Betty returned to her exclusive suite at the Berenike Hotel to scrub away the remnants of the previous night. Vivid memories of her encounter with the muscular model kept replaying in her mind.

“Damn,” she thought, “size really does matter.”

It was a shame she hadn’t exchanged contact information with him. She would have enjoyed a repeat performance.

Once cleaned up and dressed in fresh clothes provided by a staff member, Betty was once again the picture of a refined lady. She instructed her driver to take her back to Seaview Manor.

Upon entering, she heard voices coming from the living room.

we have visitors,

are here with Mr. Freddy. Mr. Javier is currently speaking

indeed Zoe’s loyal lapdog. He

and forcing a smile, she entered

interjected with feigned surprise. “Oh, Mr.

And Freddy, what a pleasant surprise. Lovely

frowned in

they simply returned her greeting with perfunctory smiles. They picked up their tea cups and sipped on their

with Betty, maintaining a respectful demeanor in front of his future father-in-law. It was as if he wasn’t

a shame that we’re unable to meet with Lauren today, Mr. Javier. Freddy has prepared