Chapter 90
It was Monday, and Joycelyn had taken three days off, extending her break to five days, counting the weekend.
“Long time no see, my beauty! Your mom’s okay, right? I was wondering if you caught Ms. Wilson’s eye after taking time off,” Selene grinned, winking at her.
“My mom’s fine. And Ms. Wilson? That’s got nothing to do with me,” Joycelyn replied, trying to keep her tone casual.
Selene sighed in relief. “Good!” Then, without warning, she pulled Joycelyn into a bear hug.
Despite her short stature, Selene had an explosive personality and a fierce temper. As she jumped into Joycelyn’s arms, her face unintentionally brushed against Joycelyn’s chest.
“Joycelyn, you’ve gotten bigger!” Selene exclaimed, pulling away and staring at her chest in shock before giving it a playful, unsolicited pat.
Joycelyn immediately swatted her hand away. “No, no, none of that, you little perv,” she retorted, trying to laugh it off.
“Wow, you used to be a C cup, but now you’re definitely a D. Everyone’s got a partner, but I’m still flat as a board! It’s so unfair!” Selene complained dramatically.
Joycelyn couldn’t help but laugh, her thoughts drifting to how Selene, of all people, seemed to understand her better than anyone. The girl was a true rogue.
“I’ve gained a little weight lately. Eat more, and you might grow too,” Joycelyn teased, gently patting Selene’s head like she was a child.
Selene gave her a skeptical look. “Uh-huh, right,” she said, her tone dripping with doubt.
Joycelyn chuckled, but in all honesty, she had gained a little weight. The shirt she was wearing wasn’t tight enough to show it, but it felt snug, especially around her chest. And she could feel the effects of a few extra pounds lately.
Ellison, that bastard, wouldn’t leave her alone these past few nights. It was starting to get frustrating.
“Ugh, I’m so jealous! I really want a bigger chest. Everyone’s got one, why doesn’t this body have it?” Selene said, feigning tears.
Joycelyn laughed again, her thoughts taking a sharp turn when Selene suddenly asked, “I envy your boyfriend. What size would be right for someone with a beautiful, D-cup goddess like you?”
Joycelyn almost choked on her drink. She had never compared her boyfriend to anyone else, and she definitely hadn’t thought about Ellison’s… well, thing.
Her face flushed, and she coughed awkwardly, feeling flustered.
“Joycelyn, you’re spacing out. Are you remembering some steamy scenes?” Selene’s sharp eyes immediately caught the expression on her face.
Joycelyn blushed deeper, quickly taking another sip of water to try and calm herself. “What are you always thinking about? Anything other than your dirty mind?”
Selene winked mischievously. “There’s a lot more. Want to know?”
Joycelyn knew exactly what she meant. “A lot more” meant nothing but wild fantasies.
“You’ve got a boyfriend now, so you can’t be fantasizing about M. Grant anymore,” Selene whined, dramatically falling back into her swivel chair.
Joycelyn kept quiet, unsure how to respond without giving herself away.
“So, you’re out of inspiration for your smutty stories, huh? Looks like you’ll finally be able to focus on work again, rogue?” Joycelyn teased, grinning.
Selene gasped, covering her mouth in mock shock. “Aurelia! You… you saw them, didn’t you?” she said, playing up the drama.
“Nice writing,” Joycelyn teased again. “It suits your pen name and your true nature.”
Selene flashed a sly smile. “Yeah, when I get bored at work, I write some posts. It’s just a little hobby.”
“Hobby?” Joycelyn asked, raising an eyebrow. “Posts?”
“I’ll send you a link,” Selene said, still grinning, before quickly sharing the link to one of her stories.
Joycelyn, intrigued but cautious, clicked on the link. When she saw the story had millions of views, she was impressed.
“Wow, that’s impressive,” Joycelyn said, surprised.
But then she noticed the title of the story: “Sweetheart, spread your legs.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh my god,” she muttered under her breath.
Shocked by the explicit nature of it, she quickly closed the link and cursed herself for clicking on it.
In a panic, Joycelyn accidentally clicked the option to share it with Ellison.
The phone on the table buzzed. Ellison, casually glancing at it, picked it up, unlocked it, and saw the message with the link. He clicked on it without hesitation.
The content was nothing short of scandalous.
Ellison closed the link and, with a raised eyebrow, texted back: “You’re sending me stuff like this first thing in the morning? What do you expect me to learn from this, huh?”
Joycelyn froze. Her face turned beet red as she quickly pretended to be busy, wiping down the keyboard. She picked up her phone, still feeling the heat of the moment, and saw his message.
Her heart skipped a beat.
She felt like she was doomed. She had sent a smutty story to Ellison.
“Selene, you’ve ruined me! No!” Joycelyn moaned in frustration, her face burning with embarrassment. She frantically typed: “My bad! I didn’t mean to! You can’t read it, okay?”
Ellison’s reply came almost instantly: “I’ve already read it. Are you sure this isn’t your work? I thought you were plotting something against me.”
Her heart sank as she read his message. She could feel the weight of embarrassment wash over her.
The content of the story was so explicit, every chapter drenched in filth. Ellison had clearly seen it all.
He never imagined that Joycelyn had this kind of taste.
Now, she felt like her life had been marked by a scandalous, dirty blemish, all because of a link sent by Selene.
