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Chapter-2

Author: Rithika Nayak
last update Last Updated: 2024-06-25 05:15:42

Casey P.O.V

“Casey, get up . CASEY MAXWELL get your butt out of that bed within the next thirty seconds or help me God if I go there and find you still in bed…”.

THUD!!

“Ouch” Getting up from the floor while tangled in sheets is no joke. Ah Ouch . Damn these blankets . Gathering, I throw them on the bed .

“I should have burnt you all a long time ago .” I pointed my finger at the blankets and screamed like they were going to feel threatened.

“CASEY ” Zazu's voice rang throughout the apartment.

To hell with. I yanked the door and soughted “ I am awake. I am awake ”. Shut my door with a loud bang. Did you hear that ? That is called peace that I hardly get. Usually I am not a violent person but what do you expect from a girl who has not had her morning coffee yet and on top of that I am still struggling with the hangover.

“Casey”. I pulled my bunny slipper and threw it at the door. She definitely had her earbuds on. Good. Let her scream like a donkey ‘ Caseyyy Caseyyy’. I am not going out of this room. I headed inside my bathroom, threw water on my face to get rid of my sleep and began to brush my teeth.

You will be wondering who I am? Well as you have already heard my full name for some god-forsaken ostrich that decided to bring the roof down a few moments ago . I am introducing myself anyway . I am Casey Maxwell ,I have worked as an employee at Happy Times for seven years and am dreaming of getting my promotion . I was supposed to be manager but till now it did not happen.

Anyways my family has a ranch back in my hometown where my mother and stepfather stays with my twin siblings. I did not know my father, only knew my mother caught him cheating with other women, and dumped his sorry ass right on the spot.Past forward to two years later a wealthy man moved to our town, bought the largest ranch and began a new life there . He was Maxim Sledge, son of one of the richest families, grew tired of his old life, and decided to leave his old life back in the states. My mother used to work in a diner where they first meet and like every other fairy tale romance their story proceeds. Mother was reluctant because of the past experience, Maxim belonged to a wealthy family and then there was me , the cute little Casey who can not kill a fly, though I plucked a lot of his hair during the piggyback ride but should not focus on bad scenes.

Maxim’s family could not accept mom because she did not belong to a rich family and on top of that she had a baby , me.

Why do I always have to be one of the problems?

Maxim did not accept the proposal of leaving my mother and marrying the daughter of their family friend. Maxim's family disowned him but he still married my mother and there was me again the flower girl at their wedding. Mommy opened her dream restaurant, my stepfather completely supported her, everything was going well, then a disaster happened, we found my mother was pregnant, then nine months later two screaming spawns of devil grace us with their wails so much that I think they had punctured my eardrum.

I still can't believe I used to believe babies come when storks deliver the babies at door steps in a sack. If I knew at that time how babies are made then I would not have held up my brothers whenever storks flew by for them to take those devils away or those birds wouldn't have popped on me.

Coming back to the story , much to my family’s dismay I moved to Los Angeles after high school , completed my degree in business administration. With big ambition and a shiny degree I was ready to spread my wings and fly but my wings were cut off just as quickly as they spread. Big companies do not want an inexperienced person and in small companies, if it is in their hands then they would make us do everything from cleaning the floors to HR work without money for how less they are paying.

Fortunately I landed on the Happy Times geek which was an event managing company. With the thought that I will leave this company if they do not promote me to be the manager next year, five years have passed and I am still in the same position as I was when I started.

My love life sucks , my personal life!!! If I even call it personal sucks and sex life , what is that thing?! Ages have passed since anything visited there other than my worn out battery boyfriend vibrator. It is also on the verge of breaking up with me.

If you are thinking that how a girl sounds so dick deprived if she has broken up with her boyfriend three months ago then let me tell you good looks does not mean he will have a good size down there , those who says size does not matters if they know how to make a woman’s body purrs then let me tell you minimum size matters and my ex’s, his looked like a koel egg on a nest or more like small pink worm on a nest. I wonder how the hell he cheated with that thing?

Is it considered cheating if it only passes the entrance and has nothing left to fill the rest of the empty space?

I am damn sure the girl was broken. Otherwise who would scream like she has been penetrated by a tree trunk and not by a very little pink willy which did not even cross her opening ?

Sam and I had been dating for three years . We met through a common friend. At first he was caring and loving , attentive with my needs but after two and half years into the relationship I began to notice changes in his behaviour. He was getting irritated from everything I was doing and it even came down to almost slapping me . Like an idiot, I neglected all the signs and forgave him for all his deeds when I was supposed to leave him the first time he raised his hand on me.

Three months ago was his birthday, I was out of the city to organise an event . Deciding to surprise him I came back early with a cake for us to celebrate but instead he had given me a great surprise. I found him with a girl having sex on our bed, in our shared apartment. Motherfucking Bastard and when I confronted him he openly admitted that he has been cheating on me for six months without shame , he can not be with me anymore , he is glad the truth has come out on its own. He felt pity for me so he did not dump me. He loves her and wants to be with her.

Like a good girlfriend I did one thing. I picked a heavy porcelain vase with one hand that was on the cabinanate next to me and threw it at his head . The son of bitch saved by a millimetre . The vase crashed into the opposite wall but I did not stop there and threw everything at him whatever I could get my hands on.

Pity my foot, if you do not want to be with me then why waste my time.

The screw up of his side chick called the police and the police had to drag me out of my own apartment . Fortunately Deniz was in the city to bail me out . I stayed with my cousin for the night. We finished three tubs of ice cream . Luckily the next day they were gone when I went to our shared apartment. First thing I did, I replaced the mattress and the sheets, packed the belongings of my ex and placed them or more like threw them outside my apartment after leaving him a message to get his things.

Good riddance .

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