The irony of Michelle Ang's feeling was that she didn't really love Mark Wang. He was just like a golden cup she wanted to add to her collections.
No matter how man enough he was, she didn't really see him as one. Maybe a boy toy or a fuck toy.
Whatever it is that she really saw in him and wanted to use him for, can only rest in her delusions.
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Chloe Wang hummed a song happily to herself as she sat on her vanity table and powdered her face. She looked chic while clad in a soft ink crop top and a matching mini skirt.
A few seconds later, she was applying a hot pink lipstick on her lips. "I think I look perfect." She spoke confidently to herself and as she struck a pose.
She had a planned date with her boyfriend and that is the reason she was all this giddy.
