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Kyra Parsi
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December 31, 2024 - January 7, 2025
“Guilty as charged,” I responded cheekily.
oh she’s got balls
FUCK YOU ADRIEN.
SAY SIKE
Whoever had planned this really hated him. He was going to be finding random specks of red glitter in his office for the next decade.
my worst nightmare actually
but holy mother of overinflated egos, was his reaction worth it.
“How the hell was I supposed to know the box on your desk contained a glitter bomb of all things? What did you do, piss off a Care Bear?”
What your little cry for attention fucking cost me?”
boo hoo
“Money? Attention? Was this whole thing just an elaborate scheme to get yourself in the same room as me?”
LET ME AT HIMMM
Holy shit. I couldn’t believe I even had to say that out loud. Was he, like, okay?
she’s funny i love her
There wasn’t. It was just Frankie holding an empty cardboard box. Huh.
damn
Hey, anyone ever tell you that you look like a double-jacked-up Mr. Clean?”
STOPPPP
I don’t fuck with glitter.
so real
chirping like the adorable little cuddle slut he was.
“She got fired, Ria. Because of what you did.”
OH SHITTTT
“You used my pass to get into the hotel and they traced it back to me.
oh no….
“It matters to me!” she snapped, cutting me off. “It matters to me, Ria! I care if he presses charges. I care if he goes after you with his lawyers. I care if your life gets ruined. I do! What the hell’s the matter with you?”
get herrrr
hand. “I know what happened with Josh was unfair. I know how… demoralizing it must have been for you. But it’s been ten years, and I just… you’ve let him win. You keep letting him win. You don’t care about work, you don’t care about meeting new people or making new friends. You don’t date. You don’t have any goals or ambitions anymore. You laugh and make jokes and pretend like nothing ever bothers you, but you’ve given up. You’ve numbed yourself to the point where you just… you don’t live. You exist and that’s all.”
absolutely dragged her to filth
And then I just used Alba’s all-access pass to scan my way up to the twentieth floor, because no one had bothered to take it back (or deactivate it, apparently).
she’s actually insane
All in all, I usually had a harder time getting my Sims to stop playing computer games when their surroundings were on literal fire.
Then he said, “Beg.”
HUH
“Beg, Miss Sanchez,” he repeated, the right side of his mouth curving into an extremely punchable little smirk. “Ask me nicely.”
“I expect you to bring your own tweezers on Monday.”
IS HE GONNA MAKE HER PICK UP EVERY GLITTER PARTICLE
Because you know what was a lot more difficult and painful than plucking my entire body bare? Using a tiny pair of stiff tweezers to pick glitter out of dirt.
OH MY GOD
“You have twenty-four hours to get it done,” Adrien had said, barely bothering to glance up from his paperwork when I’d walked into his office this morning. “If you finish, then we can talk.”
OH MY GOD
Then I dug the gardening gloves, headlamp, extra pair of tweezers, and magnifying glass out of the black briefcase, and got to work.
NO WAY
“Keys to a two-bedroom apartment in my building, where you’ll be living for the next four weeks. Any other concerns?”
OH YEAHHH
Adrien sunk down into a squat and held out an inviting hand. “Hello,” he cooed.
HES LIKE A CAT
“You’re so soft,” Adrien praised, fingers continuing to scritch and scratch. “And such a good boy.”
“Yes, I could have. But I’m not entirely convinced that NewMod@AdrienCloutierHateClub.biz is your real email address so I decided to stop by and confirm it.”
“You’ll be joining me on my morning run. I need someone to carry my water bottle.”
“Oh no, I know. You spend eight light minutes on the elliptical, do a few weighted squats, then treat yourself to a coconut smoothie that weighs twice as much as the dumbbells you do your squats with. I’ve seen the security footage.”
“Yeah. Get a new email address and lose the fucking attitude.”
“Shut up, slut!” I yelled at his stupid, fat, adorable face.
“I’m just saying, he smells like he’d be really good at sex.”
Cold, I know. But the traitor deserved it.
“That’s the type of stuff my assistant usually takes care of, but I’m short one of those right now. I’m sure you understand.”
ass hat
Combine that with the fact that you made me beg the other day, and this whole thing is starting to read like a generic mafia romance book. And, like, to each their own, but that’s not really my genre of choice. I like fuzzy blue aliens with big horns and bigger d—hearts. And I really like cinnamon rolls. Both the food and the dudes, but especially the dudes that can bake the food from scratch. “So, in conclusion, I’m gonna have to ask that you relax and take it down a notch. And if we want to stop by the bakery down the street after our run for some cinnamon buns, I wouldn’t complain. Unless
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“I’ll see it on the news. Plus, the app will notify me of any substantial physical impact.”
“In case you try to smash it.”
“It’s nothing,” Adrien said coolly. “Don’t worry about it.”
omg does he have a crazy ex
And then I deleted my account.
ooh character development
“You won’t need to come on these runs anymore starting tomorrow. I’ll… carry my own bottle.”
omggg does he sense her paranoia
“If you’re scared enough to bring mace with you on these runs, I’m not going to force you to come with me.”
🫦
It’s not good for the environment.”
when hes preservative 🫦🫦
“The cat tree,” he explained, squinting at his phone again. “It’s a gift for a, uh—a Mr. Maguire? A Mr. Toebeans Maguire, it says here.”
IM DEADDDDD
“please respect his space if he asks for it.”
The men were also instructed to cease construction if the cat started to show signs of stress in response to the activity.
Adrien reached into his pocket and pulled something out. A dark velvet box. “We need to talk about Victoria.”
HUHHHHHHHHH
and I’m allergic to cats.”
DEADDD
“Oh my gosh, let me look at you.” Julie let me go,
bc this would actually happen fr
“Did he just…” Had he been the one barking this whole time? I’d thought for sure there was a dog in here.
