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Name: Gwen Richards

Location: Gwen's room

Time: 12 pm

Bzzzzt! Bzzzzt! Bzzzzt!

Groaning, I reach over and turn off my alarm and look at the time.

It's 12pm?! How did I sleep in so late...?

And then I remembered...

Duncan and I...? For how long..? And... why was it so good?!

I shake my head and stretch my arms above my head before throwing the blankets off of me and going to the washroom to get ready for the day. Luckily, I have work at 6pm tonight so I still have a few hours to recollect my thoughts and straighten myself out before then. However, I have major brain fog and am unable to really register what my body is doing... until...

"Holy. Shit"

My jaw drops instantly and if it wasn't part of my skull, my jaw definitely would've dropped to the floor. Looking in the mirror is an extremely bruised Gwen. Not only my neck, but also above my breasts and right under my collarbone. I run my fingertips over each black and blue bruise and count how many there were on my body.

"6... 7... 8..." I count to myself silently. "What kind of freak makes this many hickeys in the span of a night?! And more importantly, how am I going to hide these?!"

While cursing under my breath and searching for some foundation to cover up all the dark hickeys, I think back to the night before and can't help but smile a bit about what had occurred in my car.

Name: Gwen Richards

Location: Gwen's car

Time: 2 am

"Fuck Gwen..." Duncan says while panting and kissing my neck. "You are probably the best fuck I have ever had..."

I moan in response and grab the back of his head while running my fingers through his messy hair.

"Touche... I don't think I've had sex like that in... I don't even know how long..."

I hear Duncan chuckle a bit, his hot breath hits my neck before he starts to kiss it again.

"Mmm... Gwen...?

"Hm?"

"How do you feel about hickeys?"

I think about it for a bit before responding

"Well... I think they are extremely hot. It's like claiming that the girl is yours and vice versa... y'know?"

Duncan gives a soft "mhm" in response and starts to lightly suck my neck

"However!" I add, "I also don't enjoy the trouble that it takes to hide them... that shit sucks..."

Duncan answers with another "mhm" before sucking even harder in which I moan loudly in response. Duncan laughs and pulls away from my neck and looks deeply in my eyes.

"But isn't it hot to think about? You know, me claiming you as mine with hickeys? Because I sure as fuck do. Plus, I bet you would look really hot with a bunch of my hickeys on your hot body. What do you say?" he gives me a little eyebrow wiggle and a smirk. I roll my eyes and smile.

"Okay fine. But only a few, okay? I don't want to worry about covering up a shit ton of hickeys. Got it?"

"Yeah yeah" Duncan replies before leaning into my neck again, "I'll place them strategically so that hiding them will be easy, okay?"

I nod in response before I feel his lips suck violently on my skin and his hands pull me close to his sweaty body. I close my eyes and moan loudly, saying his name periodically while he places more and more hickeys on my body.

I never want this night to end...

Name: Gwen Richards

Location: Gwen's room

Time: 2pm

"I told you, not to make so many! Why are there 8 on me?!" I say furiously to Duncan who is on the other end of the phone. I hear him chuckle on the other side

"Well, I did stop. Multiple times actually. And you just pulled me back and begged for more and I couldn't say no, you sound so hot when you beg"

I roll my eyes in response and look at myself in a mirror that is hanging on my living room wall, checking to see how well my cover up job is.

"Well... you should have been more forceful about saying 'no' because now I'm mad at you!"

"Well that's not my fault sweetheart! You were so desperate! I wanted to please you and you can't say that I didn't, because I definitely did" he chuckles before I hear another voice on his end. It's far away but it definitely sounded like a woman's voice.

"Um... who was that?" I ask

"Oh! It's just Courtney! She just got home so... Umm... I'll talk to you later!" and before I could say 'goodbye' Duncan hangs up abruptly on me. I look at my phone, puzzled.

"Umm... okay?"

Name: Gwen Richards

Location: Movie Theatre

Time: 5 pm

Leaning against the counter I look around with stress and anxiety, hoping to the sweet Lord above that my makeup job was done well enough that my hickeys weren't visibly noticeable to everyone around me. It was almost time for the first evening rush and I had just finished preparing for the rush and seeing if everything was in order. I stretch my arms over my head and decide to get some water. As I was walking towards the tills where the pop, juice, and water is being dispensed, I notice Heather looking me over.

"What for you want?" I snap at her while grabbing a cup for my water.

"Oh nothing! Just wondering why your neck is a different colour than your face that's all" she smirks at me before turning around and bossing Cody and Herald around to get ready for the rush.

I roll my eyes and get some water and ice before walking to the back of the house to the candy room. I sit on a milk crate and sigh, sipping my water and closing my eyes while allowing the cold water to go down my throat. I smile and lean back on the shelves until I hear a voice booming over top of me.

"Working hard or-"

"Hardly working?" I finish the phrase while smirking. I opened my eyes to see Trent standing above me with a smile. "I was actually working very hard about 30 minutes ago before you showed up so technically, I deserve this break"

His laugh echoes through the candy room and then stops abruptly.

"Hey... Gwen?"

"Yeah?"

"Why is your neck like, darker than your face?" my smile fades from my face as I try to think of an excuse as to why.

"It's my eczema!" I reply while putting my hands around my neck, "it flared up last night and it looks REAL bad so I just wanted to cover it up because well... when my skin breaks out... it doesn't look good at all" I finish with a small laugh. Trent lifts his eyebrow up at me with a suspicious look on his face and then shrugs.

"Eh... Okay then"

Thank god!

"Anyways! We should probably get out of here before our supervisor yells at us about slacking off" I say while jumping up from the milk crate and chugging the rest of my water and throwing it in the garbage. While walking away from the candy room, I felt Trent's eyes burning into my soul while following behind me. I could tell he was trying to see why I actually had so much makeup on my neck and honestly, I felt bad for lying to him but what else could I do? Tell him the truth?!

Name: Gwen Richards

Location: Movie theatre

Time: 8 pm

It was almost time for me to go on break as I was humming and wiping down the dirty counter.

Though that rush was kind of a mess... it could have been worse and I have definitely been through worse so... Small accomplishments

I look up at the screen and see 2 orders of poutine and cinnamon pretzel bites. I put down the cloth that I was cleaning the counter with and start the order.

This will be my last order I make before I go on break... I'm starving...

I think while dropping the fries into the deep fryer. While waiting for the fries to cook, I start on the pretzel bites.

"Ummm excuse me?" I hear a shrill voice and feel the presence of someone peering over the glass that protects the customers from getting hot butter on them. Just so you know, if you just stand there and stare at the workers make your pretzels and police them on how they should make it, there's a special place in hell for you. Anyways, I look up and see a woman with tan skin and freckles, brown eyes, and a smile that is a little too nice smiling at me.

"Yes...?" I give my best customer service smile back, "what can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you could put the smallest amount of cinnamon on my pretzel bites please? I'm trying to lose weight"

I continue to smile and nod, "sure that's not problem!" I give the cinnamon sugar shaker the smallest tap and little sprinkles of cinnamon sugar falls out onto the pretzel bites. "Is this okay?"

"Ummm... maybe a little more?"

Tap tap

"How's that?"

"Mmm... maybe a bit more..."

Tap tap tap

I look up and see her thinking about the amount of cinnamon sugar that has been put on her pretzel bites.

"Just so you know" I pipe in while she's thinking, "I still have to shake this all together so that all the pretzel bites are covered in the seasoning."

"Ah, right. Then yeah, that's fine, thanks!" she gives me another sweet smile. I quickly make the second pretzel bite order and give them to the woman. "Here you go! Your poutines should be done any minute"

On cue, I hear the beeping of the fryer, telling me that the fries are ready to be served.

"Be right back" I turn around and start to create the 2 poutines for this guest. While coming back from the back of the house with two poutines, I see the woman talking to a man. Actually, more like nagging this man about something.

"Here are your poutines" I say and put them on the counter for them to take. Both the man and the woman bring their attention over to me and I gasp. It wasn't just a man, it was Duncan!

Duncan's eyes are extremely wide, as are mine, while the woman walks up and takes the poutines from the counter, obviously oblivious from the disbelief on my face.

"Thanks!" she smiles before turning around again, "okay babe! Let's go!"

"Y-yeah..." Duncan replies back, composing himself before they both walk away from me and my extremely shocked expression.

Oh god... HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND?!