I swing side to side on the chair around three in the afternoon. Matilda staring at me as if I was the solution to all her worldly problems. Of course she gave me a hard time about missing work yesterday, but after hearing me groan while massaging my lower back just so I could have a seat, her scoldings turned into interrogations.
“I still can't believe you missed work so you can fuck all day,” she says for the umpeeth time since this morning.
I glare at her, picking at my nails. My feet are aching after standing all day. Customers coming in and out. Today was mostly filled with requests for a Brazilian wax.
“We did not fuck all day. Maybe like three times but that it!”
“You said four!”
“Once, the evening I arrived on. The three the next day,” I exclaim before screaming out of frustration, “Argh! Why am I even arguing with you?”
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I wake up extremely late the next day. And bump my head against the headboard, followed by a loud groan. I think that is the moment Robert stirs awake. But I am already stumbling off the bed. Sheet hooking around my ankle, and I stumble over, hands thrown forward to prevent my face from crashing against the white tiles. Left hip coming into contact with the hard floor. A sharp jolt of pain cruise through my entire left leg.Omph!I hiss with my teeth clenched tightly. I hear something between a snicker and a hiss behind me. But I do not pay much attention to it. I already feel embarrassed. I want to disappear from this room instantly. So, haphazardly, I am kicking the sheet off my ankle, scratching myself with my toe nails in the process. “Will you calm down already.”Robert’s voice is grouchy, deep, yet soft and quiet, because of the sleep still clinging onto it. “I am late!” I hiss, jumping onto my feet
He actually managed to get Matilda to agree to grant me a week off. Even after I told him, no. After I told him not to talk to her. That I just can't go to Amsterdam. He still went and talked to her behind my back. Convinced her to grant me a week off. None of the two were willing to share the details of their agreement. However, Matilda had a wide grin on Thursday when she told me, I can have next week off, including this upcoming weekend.Well, this current weekend. Since I am already on a private jet which is to land in an hour or two. “I have my ways, sweetheart. I wouldn't be where I am if I cannot convince a masseuse to give my woman a week off,” says the arrogant man next to me, while holding up the glass of champagne, staring at the content as if it was more interesting.I scoff looking out the window. Nothing interesting but just the blue sky, littered with a few fluffy white clouds. “I still think it is rude to in
When he declared not to wait up, he was being literal. The clock striked till eleven at night, and still he was not yet back. I was not quite worried, I was straight up pissed off! He dragged me from Germany all the way to Netherlands, for what? To leave me alone in a big mansion.I hate mansions!They are too quiet, and make me feel uncomfortable and anxious. I have a hyperactive imagination which leads to me getting unsettled and jumpy. I prefer small spaces. Where I can see everything surrounding me. If I am in very spacious places, I prefer to have company around. So, it literally took me long to fall asleep.Despite that, the last time I checked the time was 1:45 a.m and Robert was still not back. I must have dozed off a few minutes later. Yet when I woke up, he was not around again. He did come back though. I know this because his side of the bed was messy, his cologne had diffused to fill the entire room, and he had left a stupid note on the nightstand. ‘You looked so peaceful.
Learning how to swim was gruesome. After Gary informed me about his new inflatable swimming pool in the third grade, I had inquired Madeline the headmatron of the orphanage I grew up in, for swimming lessons. The next day she called me at the playground and said we were to take a walk. Madeline was a grumpy old woman, with a scary, oversized mole just above her upper lip. The walk was silent, daunting, and nerve wrecking. Skinny eight year old me, was barely walking with trembling knees through the small trail in the woods. Twinks cracking under the weight of my sandals.Once we came to a stop in front of a lake, her green piercing eyes looked down at me, lips snarling up into a mock of a smile, a thin drawn brow quirked upward. “You said, you want to learn how to swim, right?” Her voice was always grouchy, cold, and detached from all emotions.I gulped and nodded my head, my nasty attempt of a ponytail bouncing with every movement that my head made.She then shoved my chest, arms f
I was eighteen and an orphan with no degree, when a middle aged man came up to me at an alley while I was puffing on my second cigarette, and he gave me an offer that was going to change my entire life. I was desperate, with no vision for a better future. What can a lonely, poor girl like me do in a big city like Berlin? Benedict Slovak knew that the moment he laid his eyes on me and walked up to me. At the time I thought it was an easy way to make a living, until it wasn't.As soon as I signed that contract Benedict gave me three days after our initial meeting at the alley, my entire life was uprooted. I never bothered to read through the fine lines, like I said, I was desperate. A week after, he came to my small, deadbeat one bedroom flat and told me to come with him. “Where you're going, you will not need a luggage. All your needs will be cartered to,” that is what he said, as he dragged me by the arm.I had signed my soul to the devil, as I got shoved into his black SUV and
I swing side to side on the chair in my kitchen as I consume a bowl of cereal for breakfast. The main thought in my head is the dinner I was to have with Robert later on. He is a man who never really takes no for an answer. He was progressing faster than I had thought. Especially since he is still hungover on his ex. Chasing her from Malta to Milos the last couple of months. Their relationship has always been toxic but yet they clung onto each other like they were each other's lifeline. Until April one day decided to run away like a thief in the night.I sigh, shoving a spoonful of colorful cereals in my mouth.I've seen her pictures. April. She is gorgeous, honey-green eyes that were capable of selling anyone dreams. Her smile warm and genuine like a kindergarten child. I get why Robert is obsessed with her. If I was a man, I would probably chase her around the globe as well.That is why I cannot understand Robert’s eagerness for us to have dinner. Maybe he is in desperate need for a
Dinner had stretched all the way to almost 9 p.m. Robert basically flirting with me throughout the night. I am still unsure what exactly he wants from me but he sure seems enticed by me. Eventually, I had to complain that I needed to head back home. Of course you can trust Robert to offer…actually insist on taking me home. Which is how he managed to steal a kiss from me.I sigh as last night's event on my doorstep replays in my head. He had insisted on walking me up to my apartment door which is on the third floor. We were standing in front of my door and I was ready to bid him goodnight. “Are you not going to invite me in for a cup of coffee?” He inquired.I chuckled at his sneaky attempt. “I think it is too late for that. I am a little exhausted and some of us are employed. I have a job to get to tomorrow morning,” I replied, making his jaw to tick in annoyance.His eyes were completely set on me, making me feel like a nervous wreck. The last thing I wanted or needed was to pis
Matilda smiles at me after applying some eyeshadow on my eyelids. After I had accidentally blurted to her that tonight I was going out on a ‘date’ she insisted on stepping in and help me. But soon I realised it was not out of the kindness of her heart, but she wanted to milk out some information from me. As she asked a several times while applying foundation, concealer, a blush, and all the other products; who is this man? How did you meet? Why are you being secretive? Just tell me! But each time I did not let anything slip. “If he is sending a driver, it means he is loaded. Where the hell did you meet a business tycoon?” She inquires as she grabs the short velvet dress I pointed out earlier in my closet. “Who said he is a business tycoon?” I inquire with a light chuckle. “So he is not a business tycoon? Is he a celebrity?” She asks, silver eyes sparkling brighter in the well light bedroom.I toss my head back laughing heartily. It is not everyday where I get to spend tim