Make Me C*m, Daddy!

His Unwanted Presence.

Chapter 17.

Noria’s Pov.

It’s been one week since I left my best friend’s house, and in that one week, it’s been five days since my internship letter got denied.

The denial had crushed my heart, shattered me into pieces, and turned me into a version of myself that I couldn’t comprehend. All these years, I have dreamt of living away from my mother. Not because I do not love her, but because this was my own little way of setting boundaries… boundaries that I feel could help her yearn for me and maybe learn to love me through distance, but once again, that desire has been taken away from me, and I have no option but to sit, accept it, and act like my life didn’t end.

Ivy had offered to help, she had drafted an internship letter tailored to her father’s company, one of the biggest literature companies here, but I had rejected the offer, not because I didn’t need it, but because I couldn’t bear to betray my best friend like I have already done.

Every night, I wake up to the sight of my soaked panties, and in my sleep, I feel the trail of his fingers against my skin, touching me in places that have me screaming for him right there in my dream.

I have been filled and consumed with guilt, and as much as I try to deny it, to act like nothing happened, I could not afford to lie to myself. His presence is like fire, determined to burn into my skin until there is nothing left of me but pleasure and ashes.

I used to think I hate him. I still believe I do, but my p***y doesn’t hate him, neither do my n*****s. Every inch of me shudders at the thought of him, so I beg to imagine what the sight of him would do to me.

As bad as I needed the offer, I had to turn it down and take a minimal job here at a high-end restaurant. For the meantime, I have decided to work as a waitress in this five-star restaurant that I have gotten a spot in through the help of Ivy while awaiting a reply from the next internship company that I have applied to.

Hopefully, they take me this time just so I could travel and live far away from my mother and my nemesis, Mr. Lucan.

“The customer at table five is waiting, Noria. Please hurry up,” my colleague, Andy, whom I met when I got here, spoke, his thick voice pulling me out of my trance.

I blinked gently, spared him a glance, before grabbing the tray and walking away towards table five.

These past days have been a lot for me, I have worked harder than I ever have, and every pain left me wondering what it was exactly that had happened to my father’s wealth.

We used to be very rich. No, wealthy. My father had different companies, and I remember that he always went to the office with Mum, but after his death, everything changed. Now, I have to work for her and for myself.

A soft exhale slipped past my lips, then I forced a smile to myself, even though I didn’t want to. When I got here, the first rule that was given to me was to always wear the best smile for customers.

When I got to table five, I spared them another round of smiles like it wasn’t my second time walking over. A smile which they reciprocated.

While I placed the food on the table, my back burned gently, and it felt like someone was behind me, staring at me.

My fingers trembled for an unknown reason, but I finally managed to place all the food on the table.

When I was done, I didn’t turn around to catch a glimpse of whoever could have been staring at me. I just began to walk, taking sharp and brisk steps to the counter until I collided with someone.

“Auuu….” I gasped softly as my body jolted backward. The tray in my hand slipped, and it went crashing to the floor.

The loud sound of the shattering object filled the air. My eyes widened in panic, and I stared down at the broken tray, too concerned to even look at the person I had collided with.

Weird, I know. But the second rule given to me was to never break anything, and now that I have, I didn’t need anyone to inform me that I have lost my job.

With a very devastated heart, I crouched down gently, ready to pick the broken glasses, but a hand shot forward, grabbing my wrist before I could touch the fragmented pieces.

“Don’t, Noria. They are going to hurt you.”

The familiar voice echoed in my ear, and when my breath hitched, only then did I take in the cologne.

Nathan, I murmured inaudibly, and when I raised my gaze, it was indeed him.

My brows knitted, and I let out a pathetic scoff. “Why… why are you here?” I asked, feeling tears as they gathered on my lids.

What was he doing here? How had he traced me to this place? How? Could he have been the one staring at me back at the table? No. He couldn't. The one staring at me was behind. Nathan came through the exit door.

Nathan’s grip on my wrist tightened, then he tried to pull me up. “Get up, Noria, you are going to hurt yourself if you touch the glass.”

My chest tightened, and I forcefully yanked my wrist out of his firm grip. “What do you know about hurt?” I asked, trying not to cry, but it was so f*****g difficult.

Nathan stared down at his car key, then up at me. “I bought you a gift,” he said, tugging his hand into his pocket while staring at me like my words meant nothing.