Contracted Marriage With The Alpha Prince

ed my face, which was now emitting more heat than a jalapeño on a summer day. Why? Oh, just because someone decided to give me a

ront of me, Denise Parker, stared back with a mixture of triumph and fury. I resisted the urge to unleash m

e. Don't let th

e Twilight Zone." No luck. It seemed I was stuck in this bizarre reality where slaps were the new

ith her slapathon performance. "Did that hurt, darling?" she purred, th

lt like a gentle butterfly kiss from a disgruntled but

ing my sarcastic gratitude. "Yo

missed my true calling as a stand-up comedian, but here

day-old oatmeal as she glared at me. I

rd pay," she said

ard

eyes narrowing. "Us

final act. "Consider this your bonus round," she sneered, slapping a handf

ash onto the floor like confetti at a budget party. My eyes widened

slaps. Just to see if you're as spineless as you look

paid to get slapped, and now I'm getting paid ex

its life choices. "Quit stalling and grab the money. Le

e other people in the room watched with a mix of confusion and mild amusement. I picked up

crawling on the floor for a few bucks. No spine

a spine means not getting paid for slaps, then

unimpressed by my attempt a

mission. "Disgrace is a strong word. I p

dripping with disdain. "You're nothing. No dignity, no se

now, the one where you question your life choices. The film crew had kindly bestowed upon me a room that could be generously

f: request an upgrade to at least 'mildly heated' for the next shoot. I stu

t had hosted a wrestling match between insomniacs, and the lone window had aspirations of starring

e unsung hero of every travel escapade. A place where one could contemplate life, practice Osc

ng balloon. The harsh overhead light flickered to life, casting a spotlight on

s life treating you today? Oh, you know,

on-set makeup that clung to my skin like a desperate ex. The cold water stung, but it was a

ean, how hard could it be to transfer money and send

caffeinated spiders. "Alright, money transfer time. I got this

ansferred a chunk of my hard-earned cash to my mother's account. Ah, the joys of

tality to the occasion. I opened the messaging app and began crafting a mess

ys with a significant portion of my riches to aid you in your quest to conquer the debt dragon. Con

erpiece, a poetic symphony of love and financial responsibility. But just as I was about

mocking me like a technological d

evotion shattered by the cold reality of my bank

ay the debts. Love, Melissa – the

ounged on the couch, contemplating life through the remnants of a potato chip bag, fate decided to toss another curveball my way. The

d then, in walked a vision straight out of my most bizarre dreams – a tall, muscular man, wearing nothing but sh