CHAPTER FIVE

SABRINA'S POV 

All my belongings, including my books, a few clothes and jewelry fit into the only box I had. The box was a bit worn at the edges but since I can't afford to buy a better one at such a notice, it will have to do for now.

Looking around the room to be sure nothing of mine was left behind, because I am pretty sure if I left anything behind, Coral will definitely throw it in the garbage. I sighed deeply as I took hold of the box and walked out of the room that I have lived in for the past two years of my life.

 

Coral, who is sitting on the couch, watching the TV in the sitting room, continued flipping from one channel, doesn't even bother to acknowledge me as I dragged my box past her chair and opened the door. I was just about to close the door when she finally turned to me, eyes practically shooting daggers at me,

“Don't ever step foot in my house again, you low life!” She spat out venomously.

 

Not having the energy to respond to her, I quietly shut the door of her apartment and walked out.

I stepped into the street, I saw the Uber I ordered with the driver already waiting outside. The driver stepped out of the car at my approach.

“Good morning ma! I'm Dave, your ride”

“Hey” I responded

“Let me help with your luggage” he said, taking my box from my hands and keeping it in the boot before going to the driver's seat.

“Thanks Dave” I said, climbing into the back seat and shutting the door.

“You are welcome ma”

 The drive to the cafe was peacefully quiet, which gave me time to ponder over all that has taken place within the last 24 hours. It still feels like a bad dream and I am waiting for someone to wake me up. 

 

Never in a million years would I have thought that Coral could hate me this much. I need a place to crash until I can afford my own place and I have no idea who to meet for help.

Maybe I can speak to Greg, the manager of the Cafe I work at, to allow me to crash in one of the closets upstairs for a few days. I really loathe to ask Greg for help due to the fact that he has been making inappropriate advances at me since I started working here. Only the heavens knows what he would be demanding for as a payment for allowing me to crash at the Cafe briefly, beggars can't be choosers so I guess I will have to prepare for the worse. I thought, sighing heavily.

In no time we arrived at the Cafe, I paid Dave for the ride and got out my luggage before he zoomed off. Standing at the front of Kingsplace Cafe, the place I have been working at for the past few months, taking a look around, I notice there are few cars parked around since it's almost afternoon and the usual early morning crowd must have dispersed. I slowly drag my luggage box as I look for a discreet way to navigate my luggage into the Cafe without many people noticing it.

 

So engrossed with not attracting anyone's attention to my bag, I didn't notice the wall of muscle also walking to the entrance of the Cafe until I collided with it, scratch that, “him” with the force of the collision, I would have fallen on my ass if not for the stranger's quick reflexes. He quickly shot out his hand to grab my waist, breaking my fall.

“Umm I'm very sorry!” I apologize as I extricate myself from his grip, before stepping back to properly take a look at the person I had bumped into. My eyes widen as I take in his 6’2ft tall with wide, broad shoulders, a masculine build, dark messy hair, and emerald eyes. The black suit he is wearing looks customized as it molds into his body showcasing what can only be referred to as God's masterpiece. He smells like money and power. He is honestly the most beautiful man I have even seen.

He wears an amused expression as he watches me observe him. I look away from those piercing eyes as I focus on my surroundings, only to be horrified to find my personal effects fall all over the sidewalk. I didn't know my box had fallen open when we collided.

 I quickly got on my knees as I hurriedly picked my t-shirts, bra and lingerie, putting them back into my box. I which ground beneath would just open and swallow me up before I die of embarrassment. I thought silently as I raise my head to make sure all of my belongings have been put back, only for my eyes to land on my pink bra, just beside Mr Hottie's shoe. 

I am still considering the merit of pretending I didn't notice the bra beside Hottie and just walk into the Cafe with what's left of my dignity, when said Hottie made the decision for me.

“I think you may have skipped your bra” he said, picking up the lingerie and waving it to me like I was blind or something. I rushed to his side and snatched my lingerie from his hand, my face flaming in mortification.

“Don't I get a thank you?” Mr Hottie rather Mr Annoying demanded as he takes a step towards me

I sidestep him as I walk towards the cafe entrance with my luggage, not even trying to be discreet anymore. I don't think I can be more embarrassed than I already am anyways.

Pushing the door open, I am greeted by the sweet and intoxicating aroma of coffee and rolls. I feel mouth watering as I remember I have not had anything to eat since I woke up. Shelter first, food later, I reminded my stomach as I head to the staff restroom to change into my work outfit and get ready to take whatever shit the day still has to throw at me, the day can't get more shitty than it already has, I thought.