Previously: Moving in to the tune of Hardin’s temper tantrums.
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Samantha: Idk, it says that they’re heading to the hamper literally the sentence before the chapter starts but then they’re just on the bed like never mind. It’s weird and clunky, to the shock of no one.
Marines: Honestly, I was afraid they were going to go through with pulling the dress out of the hamper in order to put it back on in order to take it back off. Weird and clunky, but for the best.
Samantha: GOOD point.
Hardin’s got the condom on and is inside of her within 2 sentences. She says that it feels great, which I find suspect since there was no foreplay at all whatsoever. But I guess she’s got a super special vagina.
They have ahmazing sex and both come and then go to sleep.
The days pass, I guess, and Tessa narrates how great it is to have her own space. It inspired her to put on eyeliner and everything. Hey, speaking of eyeliner, did we ever see her tell Steph that she was moving out? Did I forget that conversation? Or did Steph just come home and find her weird roommate AWOL?
Mari: Literally no mention of anyone giving Steph a heads up that Hardin moved in like a THIEF to put all of Tessa’s shit in a garbage bag.
Samantha: Hardin is asleep and Tessa again wonders when the fuck he works or does any homework. Being a hitman gives you certain benefits, Tessa. She takes his car to work without asking him, something I’m sure won’t result in a fight, and Kimberly is all about her navy dress and eyeliner makeover. Mr. Vance emails her to say that she’s the best ever and then Hardin shows up.
She mentions that he’s even hotter than usual with his hair all pushed up. I always remember this is One Direction fanfic whenever his hair is mentioned. (M: lol) He’s all growly about her taking his car without permission, and she gets nervous. You know. She gets nervous because of his propensity for violence and emotional degradation.
Then he sits her on her desk and starts getting all sexual. (M: You know because of his propensity for using sex as manipulation and conflating violence and sexual activity.) Tessa is worried someone will come in but turns our Mr. Vance is in a meeting and Hardin basically told Kimberly that they were gonna be doing it. That’s just… it’s just so bad for her professional reputation.
Mari: He’s basically reply all-ing the office to coordinate his sex schedule with their intern.
Samantha: They have sex on her desk. Hardin demands she tell him she likes it and stuff. Whatever.
They finish and Hardin tells her it’s time to go because he asked Mr. Vance if she could leave early. Mr. Vance is also named Christian, which idk if I picked up on before. RUINED.
Tessa is affronted that he would do that ’cause this internship she just had sex during is very important to her.
They go to the mall to buy outfits for the wedding, and Tessa tells us that Hardin whines like a child until she coerces him with sexual bribes. Yuck. Hardin picks out a white dress for Tessa, still really an absurd thing, and then pays for it all without asking.
Mari: They make another innocent cashier uncomfortable while they are arguing about paying. Please spare humanity and order online, Tessa and Hardin.
Samantha: He tells her that he won’t be home for dinner because he has to go to the library for work. She’s going grocery shopping so he orders her to be home before dark. She shops, comes home, puts some food away for Hardin, and goes to watch TV.
We have to be so damn close to The Thing, you guys. No spoilers and also GULP.
Next time on After: Hardin is missing in Chapter 89.
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