Kace didn’t bother to ask her any more questions regarding her rtionship with her boyfriend. It wasn’t his business like she said after all.
He continued to follow her around until she got to another convenience store. They gave her the same reply as the first one she went to; they wanted someone with work experience.
"Just let me help you, Allison, I won’t ask for anything in return, I promise," said Kace when he saw her stepping out of the store.
"How many times do I have to tell you I don’t need your help?" She questioned him, pinning him with a re.
Kace came from an influential family and thest thing she wanted was for words to be released she got a job offer from Kace Wace. Filthy rumors could start from there, something she wanted to avoid. Even though she desperately needed a job. Fast. Else, she was going to show up in ss with bruises on her neck again.
Subconsciously, Allison touched her neck.
"In that case..." Kace snatched the piece of paper in her hand. "Give me a pen," he requested, his hands stretched forward. With a questioning look, Allison reluctantly handed him a pen. Kace scribbled down something on the paper and handed it back to her. "That’s my phone number, call me whenever you are ready."
Allison stared at the digits on the paper.
"You don’t have to bother because I won’t be calling you at all," she promised.
"Of course you wouldn’t," Kace chuckled.
Allison rolled her eyes at him. When she checked the time and realized it was alreadyte, she decided to head back home.
Kace intended to follow her but she shooed him away with a warning.
Kace didn’t give up. He followed her discreetly until she got to her house which was a small apartment.
Kace walked back to his car which was still parked safely at the gates of the university with no scratches spotted.
’Allison Quinn, one day, you have quite an interesting personality,’ he thought to himself before he zoomed off.
**
At Fameville,
Everyone was dressed up for their weing party into Fameville. Everyone danced to the booming music, as they enjoyed a little of the only time they would have fun before the next day arrived.
Michelle was seated at a booth table. Her body was present, but her mind wasn’t, as she tried to think of ways to hurt Selene who was stuck with Liam and Martha as they enjoyed a joke she shared.
If looks could kill, Selene would be 6 feet under the ground already.
No matter what Michelle thought, she believed none of them could work.
udia had given her a warning that if anything was to happen to Selene in Fameville, she would be held responsible. Michelle wasn’t daring enough to disobey the woman. She had already kicked her out of the Wace mansion before, who knew what she could do next?
Despite remembering udia’s threat, Michelle couldn’t help but feel the urge to hurt Selene even the slightest.
She couldn’t insult her without Selene saying something even more spiteful. She could have easily spiked her drink but that would only put her in trouble.
"Hi, would you like to dance with me?" A guy, out of nowhere, suddenly asked.
Michelle recognized him to be one of the people invited by the hosts of the party.
"No, thanks," she objected. She was busy nning how to sabotage Selene. Dancing was not on her list for tonight.
"Come on, it’s just a dance," he insisted.
"And I said no," Michelle nearly yelled out of frustration, but the booming music was loud enough to swallow her voice.
The guy raised his hand in surrender, about to walk away when Michelle suddenly called him back. An idea had suddenly popped into her head.
"I want you to do something for me and I will pay you handsomely for it," she said, a smirk on her lips.
At the sound of money being mentioned, the man immediately nodded. He didn’t care about what it could be that she needed him to do. As long as money was involved, he would do anything.
"Thatdy wearing a red dress," Michelle pointed at Selene. "I want you to harass her."</subtxt>