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For the way I’ve turned out.
Damn. Daddy would be so disappointed if he could see me now.
Sighing, I shake my head and shove the boxes to the side. A fourth nondescript box sits just behind my family treasures, in a place I know no one will ever find. Isaac doesn’t like to talk about Daddy and he really doesn’t like to talk about Mama.
Or think about.
Or remember her.
No, Eve, I internally snap. Stop it.
Tugging the heavy box from its hiding place, I drag it along the old wooden floor. The boards creak beneath its weight and I pause with my brows furrowed. I don’t remember it being this heavy the last time I dug it out. Stopping in the center of my room, I drop to the floor, the cool wooden planks sending a chill across my bare skin.
I flip the lid off, tossing it to the side, and take in the contents.
When I started, I borrowed clothes from Oli. Even if she mostly covers herself with long sleeves and tights, she still has revealing clothes that I never thought I’d buy for myself. But here I am, with a box full of stuff that would make even the biggest sinners blush.
Slowly, over the last few months, I’ve been gathering supplies. Basic lingerie became cute outfits, which soon became more hardcore getups. I started off with just one pocket vibrator, but then, someone requested dildo play and another begged for anal beads.
My collection’s grown—a lot.
Which is insane, considering how hard it is for me to buy supplies.
It’s not like I can just go downtown and walk into Mrs. Walton’s Corner Store looking for butt plugs and vibrating clit clamps. I can’t order from online sex shops and have them delivered to my house, either.
I shiver at the thought.
If Isaac found out…yeah. No thanks.
Instead, Oli gets things for me. She orders them online and has them delivered to her house since she lives alone. She cleans them, tucks them into her backpack and sneaks them over, leaving Isaac and Divinity Falls none the wiser to what sweet, innocent Evelyn Meyer is getting up to.
Thank God for best friends like Olive Tanner.
And, according to the contents of my overstuffed supply box, I owe her once again. I’m sure she’ll collect soon. Likely in the form of chocolate with a heavy side of emotional blackmail.
I know she sounds like my pimp, but she’s not—as much as she wishes she could be. She didn’t force me to do this. She just opened the door and I stepped through it.
A massive smile spreads across my face as I sift through the new toys and outfits the sneaky little brat snuck into my box. Probably the other day when she was napping while I was baking.
Knowing I’m nearly out of time, I shove it all to the side to inspect later and pull out what I’ll need for this gig. Once I’m dressed, I crawl to my bed, tossing the yellow, ruffled comforter out of my way so I can slide under my bed frame and grab the rest of my supplies.
Ring light.
Check.
Camera.
Check.
Tripod.
Check.
Pretty white rug I lay out on the floor so no one, and I mean no one, could possibly ever link me to Goldengirl69.
Check.
In no time, everything’s set up and I’m ready to start.
