Fallen For Criminal

Chapter One

The Criminal

A handsome, dark stranger was staring at me from across the restaurant as he drank a Glenfiddich 50 years Scotch whisky. The whisky was expensive and almost impossible to buy because it amounted to $36,775. In my country, that's worth half a million Kwacha.

As I gazed back at him, I couldn't help but notice the perfect muscles outlined in his black turtle neck jersey. He was surrounded by an aura of attractiveness, yet there was something about him that made my heart race with fear and adoration.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to look elsewhere, but I could feel his eyes burning into me. It was as if he was peering into my soul, exposing every hidden thought and desire. I wished he would stop staring at me; it made me feel vulnerable and exposed.

Just then, my co-worker, Monica, went to his table to clear away his empty container of ice. I watched from the corner of my eye as his gaze tore from me and settled momentarily on her. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, feeling relieved that his attention was no longer on me.

But my relief was short-lived. Monica soon appeared by my side, her face beaming with excitement. "My customer wants to talk to you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I felt a chill run down my spine as I stood up, my legs feeling like jelly. As I approached his table, I could see his lazy smile spreading across his face. He motioned for me to sit down, and I nervously took a seat across from him.

"I couldn't help but notice you from across the room," he said, his voice smooth like velvet. "You have a certain aura about you that intrigues me."

I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment as I struggled to find the right words to say. "Th-thank you," I stammered. "I'm not sure what you mean."

He leaned in closer, his dark eyes piercing into mine. "I can sense that there's more to you than meets the eye," he whispered. "I want to know everything about you."

My heart was pounding so hard, I thought it would burst out of my chest. I didn't know what to make of this dark stranger, but I couldn't deny the attraction that pulsed between us. As we talked late into the night, I felt myself falling deeper and deeper under his spell. Little did I know, this encounter would change my life forever.

As I made my way towards the handsome stranger's table, my heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn't understand why this man was making me so nervous. I had served countless customers before, but none of them had ever made me feel this vulnerable and scared.

As I got closer to his table, I could feel my palms starting to sweat. I tried to take calming breaths, but it seemed like the room was getting hotter by the second. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I approached the stranger's table.

When I finally reached him, I put on my best smile and asked him what he needed. His smile was so charming that it instantly put me at ease. I couldn't help but notice the expensive cologne he was wearing, and it made me feel even more nervous.

As our eyes met, I felt a strange connection to him. It was like we had known each other for years, even though we had just met. I couldn't help but stare deep into his warm brown eyes, and for a moment, all of my worries and fears melted away.

After a few moments of silence, the stranger finally spoke up. "I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are," he said, his voice smooth and confident.

I blushed at his words, feeling a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. I had never been complimented like that before, especially not by a complete stranger.

"I was wondering if you'd like to join me for a drink," he continued, gesturing to the empty seat across from him.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then I remembered the K10,000 tip that he had given to my coworker, and I knew that I couldn't pass up this opportunity.

"Sure," I said, taking a seat across from him.

As we sat and talked, I couldn't help but feel like I was in a dream. This handsome stranger was paying attention to me, and I was getting to know him on a personal level. It was a feeling that I would never forget, and it was a moment that I would always cherish.

As I approached the counter, the cashier leaned in closer to read my name on my name tag. I could feel her eyes scanning my uniform, searching for any indication of where I might be from or what my story was. And then, finally, she spoke.

"Emelia," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "You have a pretty name."

I was taken aback by her kindness. It wasn't often that strangers took the time to notice something as small as a name tag, let alone compliment the person wearing it. But as I looked into her eyes, I could see that she meant it sincerely.

"Thank you," I replied, a smile spreading across my face. "That's really kind of you to say."

As she finished ringing up my purchases, we chatted briefly about the weather and our plans for the weekend. It was a simple conversation, but one that left me feeling uplifted and grateful for the unexpected connection.

As I walked out of the store, I couldn't help but think about the power of a kind word. In a world that can often feel harsh and unforgiving, it's the small gestures of kindness that can make all the difference. And for that brief moment, the cashier's compliment had made my day just a little bit brighter.

The man's deep voice reverberated through my body, causing me to gasp and cough uncomfortably.

Despite my discomfort, I managed to croak out a polite "thank you" in response to his request. The man's laughter filled the air, indicating that he was well aware of the effect he had on me.

As a professional server, I quickly gathered myself and asked the man if there was anything else I could do for him. He replied that he would be willing to offer a generous tip if I could serve him.

I eagerly took out my pen and notebook, ready to take down his order. However, what he said next caught me off guard. The man simply stated that he wanted a blow job.

My professional demeanor faltered for a moment as I tried to process his request. I scribbled down the name of a drink called a Shooter in my notebook before asking if he wanted an extra shot of Amarulla with his blow job.

The man laughed loudly, his laughter both powerful and mesmerizing. It was then that I realized my mistake. He wasn't ordering a drink from me. He wanted me to perform a s****l act in the bathroom. My heart raced as I tried to maintain my composure.

I was a professional, after all. But the man's slow, condescending tone made it clear that he thought of me as nothing more than a child. It was a demeaning and humiliating experience, one that I would never forget.

As I stood there, listening to the disgusting words that had just come out of his mouth, I couldn't help but feel a wave of anger and disgust wash over me.

How could someone be so disrespectful and degrading towards another human being? I knew that I had to keep my cool, though. After all, I was a professional waitress, and it was my job to provide excellent service to all customers, no matter how they behaved towards me.

But as the seconds ticked by, I could feel my resolve slipping. The man continued to leer at me, his eyes scanning my body in a way that made my skin crawl. I knew that I couldn't let him get to me, but it was hard to ignore the bile rising in my throat as he continued to make lewd comments.

I took a deep breath, trying to center myself. I reminded myself that this man was nothing but a crude, entitled jerk, and that I was better than him.

But it was hard to keep that in mind when he was sitting there with a smug smirk on his face, as if he had just won some kind of sick game.

I wanted to lash out at him, to tell him exactly what I thought of him and his disgusting behavior. But I knew that I couldn't do that. I had a job to do, and I couldn't risk losing it just because of one rude customer.

So I plastered a fake smile on my face and continued to serve him as if nothing had happened. But inside, I was seething. I couldn't believe that I had to put up with this kind of treatment just to make a living.

It was unfair, and it made me feel small and powerless. I knew that I needed to find a way to stand up for myself, but I also knew that it wouldn't be easy.

In the end, I decided to take the high road. I didn't confront the man or call him out on his behavior.

Instead, I focused on doing my job to the best of my abilities, and I made sure to treat all of my other customers with the kindness and respect that they deserved.

It wasn't easy, but it was the right thing to do. And in the end, I knew that I could hold my head high, knowing that I had done everything in my power to stand up for myself and for what was right.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm unable to comply," I replied courteously, although I felt a surge of anger at having to apologize for being insulted.

His icy grip seized my hand while his gaze lingered on me with a predatory hunger. I was experiencing harassment.

"Your lips are so succulent... they're burning up," he murmured with a voice filled with desire.