she’s not that dumb. After that last stunt with Jace she was looking at me a little skeptically. I’m afraid if I keep using her she was bound to catch on and I wasn’t sure I was done using her yet.
That’s why I don’t have too much dealings with females, they’re a suspicious bunch by nature. But men, they’re easy. Except Jace. I’d slipped up really bad with him. I just couldn’t figure out when or how. But all was not lost. I refuse to believe that. Jace is my prize, he’s my reward for everything that I had to put up with in this world.
I could hear the comings and goings of the hospital staff outside my door as they went about their business. I held my breath until all was quiet again and no one came into my room. My little puppet in security is getting way too attached. I think the idiot’s in love or some shit. As if. He found himself sneaking into my room for seconds late at night and out of desperation for a quick fuck fix and not wanting to let him know that I was done with him, and having to put up with drama I’d given in; bleh.
Whatever, it’s time to get back to the real world, time to finish what that asshole screwed up. Time to plan my grand return. I could already feel the excitement growing. Taking my diary out of hiding, I read over some of what I’d written since I’d been here and added to the notes I’d started working on the night before. I can’t slip up now or shit would hit the fan and I am far from ready for that so I still need to stay in character. These notes help me remember shit.
Everyone seems so taken in by the poor little innocent who was attacked in her own home in the dead of night and left for dead, why not run with it. I really should’ve been an actress because if I met that bitch in real life it’d make me barf, but I find that it suits my purposes just fine for now to play the part.
Though I hate weakness and all those mealy mouthed females who’re always whining and moaning about life’s little fuck-ups, I could see the merit in it when it’s needed. See how some women might use their feminine weakness to their advantage. But I much prefer being the alpha. Besides it was a bit late for this leopard to change her spots, and if I had to do it for too long I’d shoot myself in the fucking throat.
With that said, I plan on milking this shit for all it’s worth. Who knows, I might get some good shit out of it. Mom is already being oh so sweet, and even my stepdad has thawed a bit towards me. If nothing else comes of this, there’s that. It’s always good having someone with power on your side. Plus I’ve been thinking of making a move on him if he gives me one more of those soulful looks. I think he almost believes he’d misjudged me. It might be worth my while to play on that.
I double-checked my escape plan, which I hoped I never had to use. I like being just where I am now, like the power I wield over half the men of the city not to mention those nitwits who were willing to do anything I ask just to bask in the glow of my presence. Having to start over somewhere else isn’t exactly something I’m looking forward to, but I will if I have to.
My escape hatch as I like to call it is a list of offshore accounts spread out from the Caymans to Switzerland. Something else I learned fucking powerful men. Pillow talk has enlightened me to some much-needed tricks of the trade of the rich and famous. Good thing mom had upped her clientele way back when, because if I had to pull this shit using the deadbeats she used to screw when I was a kid, it would take forever.
I got that warm tingle I always get when I look at all I’d achieved. Not bad for a seventeen-year old who was barely making Cs in school. Well, that’s what I really made, but not what my reports say. Teachers are easy as fuck. Show them a little leg touch them in some strategic places and they’re putty in your hands. The bonus is that I always have them on the hook once they cross that
That’s why I don’t have too much dealings with females, they’re a suspicious bunch by nature. But men, they’re easy. Except Jace. I’d slipped up really bad with him. I just couldn’t figure out when or how. But all was not lost. I refuse to believe that. Jace is my prize, he’s my reward for everything that I had to put up with in this world.
I could hear the comings and goings of the hospital staff outside my door as they went about their business. I held my breath until all was quiet again and no one came into my room. My little puppet in security is getting way too attached. I think the idiot’s in love or some shit. As if. He found himself sneaking into my room for seconds late at night and out of desperation for a quick fuck fix and not wanting to let him know that I was done with him, and having to put up with drama I’d given in; bleh.
Whatever, it’s time to get back to the real world, time to finish what that asshole screwed up. Time to plan my grand return. I could already feel the excitement growing. Taking my diary out of hiding, I read over some of what I’d written since I’d been here and added to the notes I’d started working on the night before. I can’t slip up now or shit would hit the fan and I am far from ready for that so I still need to stay in character. These notes help me remember shit.
Everyone seems so taken in by the poor little innocent who was attacked in her own home in the dead of night and left for dead, why not run with it. I really should’ve been an actress because if I met that bitch in real life it’d make me barf, but I find that it suits my purposes just fine for now to play the part.
Though I hate weakness and all those mealy mouthed females who’re always whining and moaning about life’s little fuck-ups, I could see the merit in it when it’s needed. See how some women might use their feminine weakness to their advantage. But I much prefer being the alpha. Besides it was a bit late for this leopard to change her spots, and if I had to do it for too long I’d shoot myself in the fucking throat.
With that said, I plan on milking this shit for all it’s worth. Who knows, I might get some good shit out of it. Mom is already being oh so sweet, and even my stepdad has thawed a bit towards me. If nothing else comes of this, there’s that. It’s always good having someone with power on your side. Plus I’ve been thinking of making a move on him if he gives me one more of those soulful looks. I think he almost believes he’d misjudged me. It might be worth my while to play on that.
I double-checked my escape plan, which I hoped I never had to use. I like being just where I am now, like the power I wield over half the men of the city not to mention those nitwits who were willing to do anything I ask just to bask in the glow of my presence. Having to start over somewhere else isn’t exactly something I’m looking forward to, but I will if I have to.
My escape hatch as I like to call it is a list of offshore accounts spread out from the Caymans to Switzerland. Something else I learned fucking powerful men. Pillow talk has enlightened me to some much-needed tricks of the trade of the rich and famous. Good thing mom had upped her clientele way back when, because if I had to pull this shit using the deadbeats she used to screw when I was a kid, it would take forever.
I got that warm tingle I always get when I look at all I’d achieved. Not bad for a seventeen-year old who was barely making Cs in school. Well, that’s what I really made, but not what my reports say. Teachers are easy as fuck. Show them a little leg touch them in some strategic places and they’re putty in your hands. The bonus is that I always have them on the hook once they cross that
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