Charming Her Way Out

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Vince Karter stepped out of his front door, ready to greet a perfectly ordinary day. Instead, his gaze lands on his driveway, and the world tilts. There stood his car. Only, it wasn't the gleaming, polished one he had. It was a canvas of fresh, jagged silver wounds, deep scratches scoring the car's paint. There is only one person capable of such vehicular carnage. His roar echoed through the quiet neighborhood, dripping with frustration as he shouted Liv Revamped's name into the open air. Tucked safely into the shadows of the stairs, a pair of bright eyes widened. The brunette had been observing the fallout with a mix of awe and terror. Hearing her name, Liv didn't waste a heartbeat. She bolted up the steps and dove into her bedroom. When Vince stormed into the room moments later, he was met with a picture of absolute serenity. Liv was lounging on the bed, casually scrolling through her phone, feigning innocence. With a glare sharp enough to cut glass, Vince immediately demanded an explanation for the crime scene in the driveway. Liv lowered her phone, her expression shifting instantly into a pout. Looking up at him with wide, doe-like eyes, she deployed her ultimate weapon of irresistible charm. With a straight face, she spun a tale about a rogue parking pole that had literally materialized out of thin air, insisting the entire automotive tragedy was completely unavoidable. Vince stared at Liv, overwhelmed by the sheer audacity of her excuse. Yet, looking at her, so hopelessly charming, the icy walls of his anger began to melt. He simply couldn't stay truly mad at her, a fact they both clearly understood. With a reluctant twitch forming at the corner of his mouth, he stepped closer to the bed. He knew he couldn't let her off entirely scot-free. A lesson had to be learned, even if it was a playful one. Vince pulled her up in one swift movement and delivered a sharp, light spank to her bum. Liv let out a playful yelp that sounded far more like a giggle than a cry of pain.