Her Name Is Pussy


    ENTRY 13.1


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    Pussy’s POV


    “Pus, you need to finish that design,” Dani told me, my best friend.


    I chugged thest shot. And let out a loud sigh. “We’re here to enjoy and not to think about our


    stressful work,” I replied.


    I poured another shot into my ss and chugged it. I looked at Dani, who was now frowning at


    me.


    “Mr. Foster needed the design next week—”


    “Then just let him do it alone. I’m done with that demon. I am on the verge of quitting,” I said.


    I’m an architect, and Mr. Foster is our boss. He’s the owner of a famous architectural firm here in


    Cali. However, he’s getting on my nerves, and it’s killing me—he gave me too much work, and I


    don’t know why. He treated others fairly, but, on my part… it seems like I did something wrong to


    him.


    “Just do it, Pussy—”


    “It’s Pus, Dani. Hearing that name made me puke.”


    Dani let out a soft chuckle. “Then me your mom—”


    “I did, but she justughed at me.”


    Dani drank into her ss. “Then why not consider changing it?”


    I let out a snide. “I did, but mom will kill me,” I replied.


    Who is in their right mind, naming her child the gross thing? Pussy? Seriously?


    “Don’t you think it’s the reason why Mr. Foster treated you like a ve—I mean, he’s too hard on


    you. He has many architects, but you always do more work. He hates women, right? He can’t fire


    you because it will be the loss of his firm as the famous Pussy D Rosa top the bar exam and is


    now the most sought architect in the United States—”


    “Oh,e on. My name has nothing to do with him. He can just ignore it if he wants to. Don’t let my


    imagination gets wild, Dani,” I replied. All content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    “How wild? Like how Pussy enveloped a cocky—hep, don’t you dare throw that bottle to me,”


    Dani asserted.


    “I will if you don’t stop pestering me.”


    “Does Ms. Pussy still a virgin?”


    My eyes widened, and I looked around. Fuck! We’re just at the bar counter, and other people are on


    each of our sides.


    I red at Dani. “Are you fucking kidding me?”


    Dani let out a devilish chuckle. “Not really,” she said and shrugged as she raised her ss.


    I pinched the bridge of my nose to calm myself.


    “Holly molly! Is that Mr. Foster?” Dani eximed, making me look at the entrance.


    My forehead creased. Indeed, it’s Foster. I clenched my jaw and diverted my gaze away. For a few


    moments, I let myself be drawn toward the lively music.


    I sipped into my ss and sighed. “What is he doing here? The chilly and bubbly bar earlier


    became warm as hell because Lucifer is here,” I said and sipped into my ss.


    “What it has to do with you if I’m here, Pussy?”


    Upon hearing that voice, my eyes widened, my body stiffened, and the rush from the drink that I


    swallowed fast—its warm slit my throat.


    I heard Dani’s soft chuckle on the side, but I didn’t bother to make a single move or a nce.


    “One beer,” he said as I felt his presence beside me.


    I closed my eyes and tightened the grip on my ss. Fuck! I cursed inside my head.


    “Do you have any problem with me, Pussy?”


    I clenched my jaw when I felt the sarcasm in his voice.


    Dani nudged me and went closer. “The boss is talking to you,” she whispered.


    I looked at her with a re and pressed my lips.


    Dani arched her brow and jerked her head, gesturing for me to turn to the left.


    “How’s the design, Pussy—”


    “Could you stop calling me pussy?” I uttered, trying to control my temper in front of this devil.


    My forehead creased when I saw how his lips formed a sly smirk as he drank his beer.


    I felt a little rage when his gaze met mine. “Isn’t that your name?”


    “Just Pus, or D Rosa. Just don’t fucking call me by that name!”


    At this moment, we were starting to create a scene, so I tried my best to control my temper.


    Lucifer Foster let out a devilish chuckle. “I’ll choose, Pussy,” he insisted.


    I was about to get down from the iron stool when Dani stopped me. “Ignore it,” she mumbled,


    and it was enough for me to hear it.


    My hands started to tremble. I wanted to punch Lucifer’s demonic face. I want to wipe off that smirk


    on his lips.


    “I need the design on Monday, Pussy. So, better—”


    That’s it. I can’t control my rage. Instead of punching his face, I jumped on the stool and left.


    Dani is calling me, but I just ignored it. All I wanted to do at this moment was to leave this ce.


    Lucifer Foster never fails to ruin my day. And I’m not too fond of it.


    Fuck with my name!