Cinder's Wolf: A Shifter Retelling of Cinderella (A BBW Shifter Fairy Tale Retelling Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

does.”
    But Reagan wasn’t done. In the past two years, she had really surpassed her mother in terms of manipulation, but usually, she used her trickster ways for Cynthia’s benefit. “Maybe if you cleaned the whole house, we might be able to work something out.” Reagan smiled quickly, barely flashing her front two teeth. “Couldn’t we, Mother?”
    Christine stood up and cleared her place before fleeing the kitchen silently.
    Lucille ignored her and looked at Reagan, frowning. Cynthia was sure she was debating which would be worse—to have Cynthia rifling through their things when she cleaned them or to not torture her further.
    Damn.
    Before Lucille could take away her chance to go to the ball, Cynthia said, “Of course, I’d be happy to help out.”
    “Fine.” Lucille wrinkled her nose, a feat considering the amount of Botox her face’s nerves had endured. “But if it isn’t done to my satisfaction, then we won’t let you tag along with us and,” she held out a knobbly finger, “you have to promise that you won’t embarrass us when you come. No more of this one-night stand nonsense.”
    Embarrass them? Cynthia fought a smirk. Lucille wouldn’t know a fashionable dress if it bit her in the ass. Reagan was a little bit better, but her habit of causing trouble meant that half the rumors Lucille blamed on Cynthia were really Reagan’s doing.
    Fucking Reagan.
    Cynthia glared at her.
    Reagan raised an eyebrow, which only pissed Cynthia off more. She had never mastered that ability. Whenever she tried to raise an eyebrow, she just looked startled. Ugh.
    But then, as it always did, Reagan’s smile gentled, and Cynthia’s scowl followed suit. Her eldest stepsister was a terrible loser, but a not a half-bad winner. In her mind, this trick was probably a retaliation of proportionate response. Take my guy. I’ll take your tickets.
    Truthfully, Cynthia couldn’t really blame her. Technically, she had broken the girl code, all because of the way her stupid sex system worked. Once a month, Cynthia allowed herself a break from her marathon work sessions to pick out a non-threatening muscle head from the bar. She had tried giving up sex altogether, but her libido revolted and murdered her productivity.
    But because she kept a strict policy of no rollovers on her one-bang-per-month quota—her life wasn’t a discount cell phone-company after all—she had gotten a little desperate last night. And as a result, she had left Reagan alone at the bar with her cast-offs. If Reagan left her behind, she would’ve been equally pissed, just not dastardly enough to do something like this about it.
    All in all, Cynthia would’ve been more impressed than anything else—except she really couldn’t afford to spend time cleaning the house. There was so much work to do with Boxes & Broom. But on the other hand, her company couldn’t afford not to go to the ball either.
    “Cynthia, honey,” Lucille whined. “Did you hear me?”
    “Yes,” Cynthia said, folding her hands in front of her on the counter so they wouldn’t clench into fists. “That all sounds just fine.”

Chapter 4
    Reasons It’s a Good Thing Your Evil Stepmother Pulled You Out of College

    1.)College boys were bigger idiots than high school boys. I know. It seems impossible.
    2.)A fashion company is harder and more expensive to grow as a business than a cleaning & organizing one.
    3.)Dorms were smelly.
    4.)Dorms were smelly. (Must be stated twice for emphasis.)
    5.)Blah, blah, blah the universe is mysterious & we manifest our destiny.
    S nap .
    Cynthia pulled her yellow rubber gloves tighter and stared at the toilet. The bowl was white and the water clear, but there was still a hint of a ring at the water line, so Cynthia put the brush into the bowl and scrubbed hard, the tip of her ponytail tickling the back of her neck as she bobbed up and down. After the first three strokes, she got up a rhythm and it became almost meditative, like running or