After She She Stopped Loving Him

The shop was tiny, with just one staff member and not a single customer in sight.

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The clerk took the piercing gun from Ian, then immediately avoided looking in their direction, clearly too embarrassed to watch.

Yolanda sat on the stool, forced to crane her neck. Right now, all she could focus on was holding still–her usual fear of needles slipped to the back of her mind.

Ian prepared to pierce her other ear, coaxing gently, “See? Didn’t hurt at all, right?”

When Yolanda stayed silent, Ian squatted down so they were eye–level and asked softly, “Are you upset?”

He quietly pinched her untouched earlobe. “If you keep ignoring me, I might just pierce it wherever I feel like,” Ian teased.

“I’m not mad,” Yolanda blurted out, her heartbeat pounding in her chest from nerves.

Yolanda thought, ‘God, my heart’s about to leap out of my throat.‘

Ian locked eyes with her, his gaze deep and swirling with unspoken emotion. Suddenly, he broke into a smile. “Let me give you a kiss first, then I’ll do this one.”

Yolanda relaxed a bit, though sweat still dotted her nose. “Just… just tell me when you’re about to—”

Before she could finish, the second earring was already in. The pain caught her by surprise, coming a moment late.

“You-!” Yolanda burst out, startled.

Ian set the piercing gun aside, gently cupping her face in his hands. He wiped the sweat from her nose with a tissue, his touch soft and careful.

Yolanda’s scolding died in her throat, leaving her speechless.

She got up to leave in a hurry, but overheard Ian paying the clerk; then, chuckling under his breath, he hurried after her.

Yolanda couldn’t help but feel she’d been tricked. ‘So annoying,‘ she grumbled to herself.

“Ms. Grant,” Ian called out, catching up to her.

He pulled her close, saying, “I’ve got two on this side, one on the other. What kind of earrings do you like on men? I’ll go buy some.”

Yolanda stopped in her tracks. Honestly, she really liked guys with earrings–especially someone as attractive as Ian. There was just something sexy about it.

But she was still a bit annoyed, so she decided to mess with him. “I like guys with tongue piercings. Pretty

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useful, you know.”

caught off guard for a split second. Recovering, he replied in a husky tone, “Don’t mess with me, I

She gave a

embarrassment.

followed right on her heels, his voice trailing after her–seductive

I’ll get my

it–it’s enough for you to fake it. If

of hair behind her ear, his fingers gentle. “Keep them dry for three

“Got it,” Yolanda replied.

the room, Charles

the urge to check them out earlier, but now she was glued to the mirror, admiring her fresh piercings with

like she’d just leveled up her

in just a shirt, lingering in

fingers itching to touch, but he slapped his own hand away. “Better not,

let out a small laugh and dropped a soft kiss on top of her head. “So what got you in the mood

shop downstairs, and after putting it off for years, I finally decided

get it

chin on top of

have been more welcoming, practically rolling out the red carpet. The guy scanned the crowd of kids, his gaze locking onto her, and

still haunted her–he’d jab needles into her fingers, warning her not to shed

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those treats he’d promised the other

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but his business life was falling apart. He just needed someone vulnerable to

forced herself not to cry. All ten fingers were nearly ruined, but she couldn’t tell William–if she did and the man stopped donating,

a month. Back then, even Athena was suspicious, worried he might have other shady interests. She asked Yolanda a lot of questions and

a real phobia of anything sharp. Years later, when she took Charles back to the orphanage, she’d told him

he’d never

before,” Yolanda replied, her tone breezy, but there was a shadow

she stripped down, hopped into the shower to wash off the blah

bed and started

out of the shower and sank down onto the edge of the bed. Yolanda didn’t spare him a single

the tablet from her hands. She shot

then smoothly pulled her into his

to its death. She pressed her lips together in

felt like something stabbed at Charles’s heart. He set his hand on the back of her

kiss, but Yolanda dodged him, turning her face away at the last

me. You’re gonna make me mad,” Charles murmured,

the bed, and squeezed her