Chapter 4: Janette.

"He said what?"

Cara is speaking in a whisper over my shoulder and I look at the cups on my tray. She's here as a customer and even though she's supposed to be seated and waiting patiently for me to finish my shift, she refuses to do so and instead follows me around as I work.

Greg, the manager, is fond of her so he'll overlook her excesses. He hates me secretly though so my shift is always filled with multiple duties, it's hellish sometimes. 

"He said he wants to employ me. He's offering to pay off all my debt and put me on scholarship for the rest of the school year, and if I do well, then he's prepared to see me through any higher institution of my choice. He'll even put in a good word for me if I want any roles in any movie of my choice."

Cara lets out a gasp. 

"Whoa."

My heart lurches as I say my next words.

"I haven't accepted yet."

"What?"

I place the cups of coffee on the table of the customers and give them a smile on the side. The elderly man smiles at me and gives Cara a small smile too. The lady just accepts her coffee and looks away.

This single act of hers should not make me feel so much pain but it does. My parents don't care about me, at least not as much as they care about Jane. Our grandfather left us a small trust fund before his death, but it's small, in every sense of it. It can barely take care of Jane's fees, talk less of mine, and since Jane is so delicate and I am her elder sister, I have to work multiple jobs to help her make a full payment each semester.

I have to take on student loans and pray my grades grant me some favor in the eyes of the board. I live like this, almost unseen by all, yet there's one person who's seen me.

The one ray of hope in my dark world, and we're currently not seeing each other. 

"Jane, are you crying?"

My voice comes out heavy.

"No."

Cara peers at the side of my face, sticking her head across my shoulder and she frowns. 

"You look like you're crying. Why?"

The way she asks why almost makes me chuckle. It's not always that simple.

"It's Drake. I told you we argued."

"Ugh."

I roll my eyes and smile through my pain but Cara has kept deathly still now. 

"Why the hell do you even let that jerk come near you?"

"Nothing official is going on between us at the moment Cara, and with the way we're arguing I'm sure there's never going to be."

I turn back to see Cara clasping her hands together and placing it on her left breast.

"There never will be as long as there's anything fair and good in this world. You're too good for scum like that."

I shake my head and chuckle.

"He's slightly cute, and wait until I tell you he asked me out last week."

Cara's surprise is infused into her words. 

"What!?"

I smile and walk back to the counter. A new order is waiting for me and Greg is sneering from under his nose. 

"Take care not to scare our customers away Cara, and your regular isn't here yet, Janette."

Somehow I find Greg's words dripping with envy and I can't help the smile that blooms on my face. 

Ah, my regular. 

Most guys ignore the hell out of me, some of them snicker as I walk past, and the ones that are kind enough to talk to me, do so carefully. Like they're doing me a favor by being so nice and I am supposed to be overly thankful that they aren't being mean.

Two males I know are yet to fall into any of these categories. 

One is my childhood friend. A handsome rogue by the name of Drake (I've been harboring a crush on him for years now), and the second is my regular. 

He has silver eyes and dark hair, and he's just so precious that I don't even know what to say about him most of the time. He always comes in here looking so handsome and well put together that I can't control fussing over him. Oddly, he's also taken well to me, and we operate on this older sister and younger brother basis. He's taller than me, stronger than me, literally packing a whole eight-pack I believe, but he talks to me softly and almost makes me feel he's the smaller one. 

He's fucking marvelous, and I'm in love with him for it. Not in the way that makes me want to pull my panties down for him and stuff, but yeah, it's love all the same.

Cara interrupts my thoughts with the slurping sound of the smoothie she's grabbed.

"Who's this regular we're talking about, and why's your sexy manager looking so sad?"

I shrug and look at the time.

"How would I know?"

 I can clock off now. I walk over to Greg's office and open the door slightly.

"My shift is over. Can I go home now?"

He nods and taps away on his phone.

"Don't get lost on your way."

I nod and rush over to drop my apron. I need to get home and make sure my best friend gets to hers.

By the time I'm outside Cara is already standing in front of a car looking displeased. I smile as I walk up to her and hug her from the side.

"Get home safe"

I'm running off the next moment and her shout trails me hot on my heels.

"Call me when you get hooome!"

I chuckle, head for the subway, and take one to the other side of the city. I sigh as I get down.

Mum and Dad will be out late tonight so I can do some of my calculations and see how much I have. My parents collect the payments they need for the upkeep of the house and Jane's fees from my managers monthly. The said managers also turn a blind eye and make me work overtime because they're my parent's friends.

My father is a narcissist and my mother is an addict.

Tips and side jobs are the only way I can get my own money. My student loans and some scholarships are how I take care of my tuition, and there's a book I want.

I must have that book. 

I open the door to the apartment and the moment I step in, I can hear it. My sister's moans.

"Ahh, ahh. Fuck me harder baby."

The soft thud of skin against skin.

"Ram into me like you own this pussy. Ahh!"

My stomach rumbles and I plan to move around silently, maybe even go back out and pretend this never happened.

But the smell of oil and car engines stops me. I'd know that natural musk anywhere. 

The sounds are still there and it's the silent mumbles of groans and moans being muted by long passionate kisses.

I hear someone laugh the next moment and Jane starts moaning even harder again.

There's a loud "pop" sound and what happens next breaks me.

"You're so nice and tight babe. I can't fuck you enough."

Drake's voice is unmistakable.

Jane's naughty chuckle comes next and I hear a soft thud against the mattress.

"Buckle up boy, it's gonna be a bumpy ride."

They both laugh and it is at this moment my world comes crashing down.

No.