Beg Harder by Artemis Dianne (web based ebook reader TXT) 📕

Carly's Point of View

Two years ago

Regaining possession of the job's information is easy with my sister's impressive mastery of hacking.  I couldn't have been happier that she agreed to do this one last time.

I'm getting excited about finishing this pledge and enjoying my retirement. I stop myself from touching my flat belly that houses the growing fetus before my sister Baby questions me. I wish I could tell her I'm pregnant but this might not sit well with her.  I don't know how bad she's gonna react if she were to find out that I hooked up with a rival retriever.

However, I will marry Dave not because he has a gorgeous face with a body that can make me wet in seconds, but because he makes an effort to make me stay longer in his arms. I will have this child with him, put up a business and live my long-awaited everyday life. We've come a long way to finally have this relationship.
 

I drew in a breath and let it settle as boredom encourages me. This is the part I hate the most about my job!

The new adhesive formulated for the prosthetic makeup to make me look older is tickling my skin. It's good that I've gotten used to the heavy feeling of the silicon material.

Baby's hands were so gentle, dipping the cotton on the swab and applying it on my skin as if I was a delicate million buck painting being restored.

I took the black cup that had a black straw for me to be able to sip on my cold black coffee because I always feel sleepy on the chair every time she does the blending of the fake wrinkles on the edges lightly.

If she wasn't a retriever, she could be an amazing make-up artist. Hollywood stars would fight over her work.

Her thin hands move so gently and quickly like a true ninja. She can make me look like an exact copy of anyone. 

No one in the business has seen my face and baby 'or even heard our voices.

We walked into the game, or should I say, our Aunt Madonna let us join at the perfect time when she had already completed everything required to disguise herself.

Our job is very intricate, we were trained not to have the slightest detection of inaccuracy.  We discovered this the hard way.

I remember the first time Baby made me look like her.  This was before she was sent to do her training with Astor. I guilt-tripped her into assisting me with a night off, and she was too soft to say no.

Baby happily gave in, pressing the flat iron against my natural dark wavy strands and straightening them in one swift motion. She perfectly suited my skin tone, removing the small freckles and elongating my nose.

I was thrilled at the prospect of resembling her, as she was the more attractive one between us. To be honest, I'm not envious. In reality, being related to her makes me proud.

I couldn't wait to have fun and fool around with some hot dude in a club.

I checked the fake ID, stuffed it in my purse, and dashed down the stairs, grabbing the car keys from the holder, but not before pausing to hear my Aunt clear her throat.

I'm nervous, but I shouldn't be concerned about my sweat because Baby had sprayed an enormous amount of antiperspirant, causing me to cough, which is intended to keep the silicon from sliding on my skin.
 

I can't talk too much because Baby's voice was so much different from mine. We haven't discovered voice manipulation at this point yet.

Tapping her mug in her hands as she comes close to me! "I gotta go, Aunt Madonna, need to pick up something quick," I rambled nervously as I made my way to the door.

I was determined to leave the house for one night just to get a break from my Aunt's torture training.  I was young and stupid, thinking I could trick my way out of her clutches, but the moment I touched the doorknob, I was trapped. A mug is thrown at it close enough to hit my face.

"You both ought to know not to mess with me, especially you Carly"-her features were calm.

"What? How did you know I was Carly "shock was plastered on my face. I immediately removed the fake nose attached to my skin in a hard stretched movement.

"It's the color of your eyes. How can you forget to wear contacts?

This just shows, you and your sister are both amateurs. You won't survive out there" Aunt Madonna says with such a soft taunting voice.

Aunt Madonna then calls out Baby's name in a way calling out your pet for a meal.

"Get down here now Baby, I know you're up there listening" Aunt Madonna's voice was still calm but had a deeper taunting flare.

Baby's slow footsteps descending can be heard from where we are.

As she walks trembling, taking her sweet time to stand next to me. She kept her eyes on the floor. Seeing her do this had an effect on me that made me also look down on the floor.

We've lived with our aunt Madonna long enough to know that her calm manners shown to us as of the moment are not to be messed with. 

In response to her order, we knelt and stretched out our hands, giving each of my hands 50 lashes. Aunt Madonna is aware of the possible permanent injury she could sustain during Baby's programming training while she is getting hers on her arms.