His desire Her Pleasure

Chapter Three

ANABEL'S POV

I walked briskly, not looking back towards the elevator. I knew the implication of what just happened. My thought wondered how I got here as I pressed the button to the first floor.

I would be fired for a surety and I needed to clear my head to know the next step. As my father would always say

“Don't let life catch you unprepared. For every problem that suffices, quickly find solution to it.”

I walked out of the elevator at the sound of the Ding. The only place lingering in my thoughts is Kynch Restaurant. Just the right place for decompression.

I let out a long sigh as I flagged a cab.

“Kynch restaurant please” I whispered almost inaudible to the driver.

He looks at me and nods. He seem to read my facial expression. As my mind wanders to how I started working here

Oh tears threatens to fall off my eyes... Again

I remember vividly, how it all began…

As I stood beside my father's hospital bed, the beeping of the life-support machines and the antiseptic smell of the ICU ward enveloped me, transporting me back to the day my world shattered.

"Daddy, how long will you be silent?" I whispered, my voice cracking as I fought to hold back tears. "Life has been unfair since you've been here." I sniffled, dabbing my nose with a crumpled tissue.

Two years had passed since my father's coma, and the pain still feels like an open fresh wound.

The tears I'd been holding back began to flow, and I let them, allowing the grief to wash over me.

Just then, a gentle voice interrupted my sorrow. "Do you need coffee, Miss Annabel?" A tall, light-skinned lady with beautiful black curls asked, her eyes filled with compassion.

I shook my head, wiping my nose with the tissue. "No, I appreciate it. Thank you." My voice was barely above a whisper.

The lady nodded sympathetically. "Can I get you a lot of tissues, though? You could really use them." She smiled, and I managed a weak smile in return.

She has perfect set of teeth. I thought to myself.

As she walked away, my thoughts drifted back to my father. Why did this have to happen to us? What did we do to deserve this?

The lady returned with a box of tissues, and I thanked her again. As she walked away, I noticed a middle-aged man sitting across from me, watching me with an air of concern.

“Here you go.” she came back with a roll of light pink paper towels and handed them over to me.

“Thank you.” I said.

“You're welcome” she replied

As she walked away my thoughts drifted again.

“Poor thing, your father is dead!” Yolanda shouted

“No he's not. He'll get better soon” I replied with teary eyes and pressured lips as my eyes closed to take away the thoughts of my father dying.

Yolanda is my step mum. A middle age woman who looks like the devil now that I think about her. Her skin looks tan toned and her hair is blond and too short to be bundled in a ponytail. Her voice sounds like the screeching wheel of a car. And her eye balls are large.

“You have no place here because your father left no single will and so there's nothing for you here” She replied.

Tears streaming down my eyes as I let my fears get the better part of me. My nose started running and I looked sick from crying too much. My nose equally crying and producing so much fluid.

“Are you okay miss?” A grey haired older looking man sitted next to me asked jolting me out of my thoughts again.

I quickly cleaned my tears with the pink paper towel as I struggle to catch my breath

Thank God I saved the money my dad gave me before now. Who would have thought I'd be leaving my country, my home, my family because of a… a witch of a step-mum

“y-yeah I'm okay thank you” I stuttered trying to respond quickly not wanting to draw any attention to myself.

I sounded unconvincing and unhappy.

“ Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, eyebrows raised with concerns on his face as he looked me directly in the eyes.

“N-not really, I'm good” I said again this sounding better than before, cleaning the remaining tears from my eyes and my nose.

“ Where are you headed?” He asked still wanting to be sure I'm okay.

“Washington D.C” I replied not looking him directly in the eye.

“Your first time?” He asked again

“Yes” I replied. And he nodded with conviction and looks like he wanted to ask some more question but hesitated for a while.

After minutes of silence and a few more stolen glance from him, he finally asked

“So what are you going there for”

“To start life all over…” trying to hold the tears that threatened to burst out of my eyes. I whispered Lord, help me.

“Oh, I see” he replied

“I live in California but I'm here for some business and family visit” he continued

“Do you have a job yet?” he asked again.

I sigh and wondered if this man is genuine or someone bad. I looked at him suspiciously as he looked at me. Seeing my reaction he got the message and said

“I just want to help you, I know a job offer for the position of executive assistant to J.K tech Holdings company.” he said quickly defending himself.

“It's okay if you're not interested” he added quietly noticing my silence on the subject.

“When is the interview?” I asked quickly adjusting my countenance.

“Here's the company's address, when you get there you'll be directed on what to do” He responded immediately feeling relieved i took the offer.

His phone chimes showing a message notification as he picks his phone and responds immediately. Typing on his phone while smiling.

“What's your name?” he asked typing on his phone rapidly. It seems like he was chatting with someone on the phone.

“Annabel, Annabel Miller” I responded

“Okay, Annabel. Good luck at your new job!” He said not looking at me.

“W-what?” I asked, shocked and bewildered

“You're to resume on Monday” he ignored my question.

“We have arrived at our destination Washington D.C, thank you for flying with us. We hope to see you again”

The Pilot announced

“Good-bye…” I tried to say but he didn't wait to hear it as he took his bags and left.

That's how I got the Job, now I'm about to lose it.

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