Book of the Damned: A-E5L1-01-00: (A reverse harem, post-pandemic, slow-burn romance) (The JAK2 Cycle, Book 2) by V.E.S. Pullen

Author:V.E.S. Pullen [Pullen, V.E.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-08-08T18:30:00+00:00

I regretted everything.

Everything.

EVERY.

THING.

These bitches were sadists!

Giving them carte blanche to work me over was the biggest mistake I’d ever made. I haven’t been training for this for years, conditioning myself to be poked and prodded, waxed and plucked. And threaded. Threaded! Who the fuck came up with threading?

I was an amateur, a dilettante, pretending to be a pro. I was a beginner in water-wings jumping into a pool at the Olympics.

There wasn’t enough herbal tea and essential oils on the entire base to keep me from squealing like a stuck pig when those wax strips got torn off.

There sure as hell wasn’t enough plinky-tinky piano music to soothe my ego when Marci glared down at my skin through her magnifying light and declared my pores “cavernous” and my T-zone “a flakey oil slick.” I was both puffy (under the eyes) and gaunt (everywhere else), I needed to hydrate and moisturize and get some sleep.

I tried explaining that I did all those things, religiously, as well as kept to a strict diet, used sunscreen without fail, and exercised as much as I physically could — that it was my disease that made my skin so fucked up, and oh yeah, I’d just been in the hospital for a week trying not to die! But Marci just glared at me like I was making excuses and informed me that I should have been coming to her all along, and not depending on Rachel’s inept “voodoo formulas.”

Admittedly, the stuff she spread on my skin felt like magical unicorn tears, silken and cool, soothing away every itch and tight spot. That was after she’d wrapped my whole, naked body in some kind of pungent smelling mud and sheets of seaweed. She and Desi had me sweating out toxins in a steam bath, immersing myself in cold water, and then buffed all the rough, scaly patches off with gentle hands. Once I was coated in unicorn tears and sent to Tiff for my hair, I was ready to concede that my skin had never felt so healthy, let alone smooth and polished.

I hugged them, both, and thanked them not just for being so good to me, but for never once mentioning the map of scars, the fistula, or the obvious damage that made up the geography of my body. Marci wiped her eyes, and told me not to be stupid. I think she finally understood why I’d avoided her specialty before, and I finally understood that I shouldn’t have.

The skin treatments had been done in private, but hair and nails were done out in the open, putting me in the direct line of fire of the doublebitch twins and their minions.

“Emma, didn’t Sev say that he liked your hair that length? You shouldn’t get too much taken off, you really just need a trim.” Gemma’s eyes darted towards me in the mirror just once, as I steadily ignored her and the running commentary Clarissa was leading about my flaws — without ever saying my name

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