NATALIE'S STORY
"Grrrr".... "Grrrrr"...... "Grrrr"..... The sound of the annoying alarm rang in my ears, awakening me from my sleep. I turned it off with sleepy eyes and checked the time. 6:30 already! Holy f**k! I'm gonna be late. I rushed to the bathroom, did my stuff, and came out with a towel wrapped around me and my hair dripping wet. I cleaned my hair, dried it with a dryer, and looked at myself in the mirror.
"Sweetheart, did you think about what we discussed yesterday?" Mum said, coming into my room uninvited.
"I'm fine with my work, Mum; you don't have to worry about me," I said, tidying my room.
"But......." Mom tried to protest, but I shushed her with my finger on her lips.
"No buts, Mom; I'm doing perfectly fine with my work. Besides, Madam Stuart treats me well," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Okay, dear, you know we are always there for you. We could provide everything you always want," Mom said, hugging me. I pecked her on the cheek and smiled.
"You worry too much. Gotta go, Mum. Love ya," I said, glancing at my watch.
"What about breakfast?"
"Oh, sorry, breakfast, yeah," I said, putting the sandwich Mom had made into my mouth.
"Be careful, you're gonna choke yourself to death," Mom said, and I chuckled.
"Death will watch me make my mama proud," I replied, stuffing all the sandwich in my mouth.
She could do nothing but smile. I gave my mama my goodbye hug and left for work.
Amanda and Chelsea were already there when I got to work. I work at a small restaurant across the street of New York.
"What got you guys giggling?" I asked, putting on my apron and white gloves.
"Hey, Nat, check out the new guy sitting over there. He's such a handsome dude," Amanda said, licking her lips, which I found disgusting.
"Gosh, Amanda..." I said, rolling my eyes.
"I could imagine him under my duvet, f*****g the hell out of me now," Chelsea quipped, her hands all over her boobs and body.
"You guys should stop it. We're at work; can't you see? People might be watching," I said, trying to kick some sense into their dumb skulls.
"f**k people! Who cares? I might even ask him out. That's if he doesn't," Chelsea said, stealing glances at him.
"What?? But I saw him first. You can't ask him out. I will!" Amanda angrily lashed out at her, giving her a cold glare.
I rolled my eyes and focused on my work as if they didn't exist, while they continued with their arguments. These two are my workmates, and they're good friends too... But they are just freaks and can't stop drooling and crushing on handsome, rich guys...
~~NATALIE'S POV~~
I'm Natalie Blanks, 22 years old. I have light, flawless skin, long blonde hair, cute pink lips, green emerald eyes, a small waist, and curvy hips. A strange birthmark lies at the back of my neck, which I hide with my hair. I think I inherited it from my late parents because my brother has the same birthmark too.
Yeah... My parents are late... meaning they're dead. The death of my parents was a tragic one.
They had been in a forced marriage, one that had been arranged by the business partners of their parents. It was a loveless marriage.
My dad had been in love with another lady and had wanted to marry her instead of my mom. But his dad refused. So when they eventually got married, my mom had to suffer the consequences.
She was never loved by her husband, always receiving the silent treatment and sometimes being ignored for a week. It wasn't like my mom liked him either, but she was left with no choice.
As time passed by, Mom started developing some feelings for her husband. She tried to live with it and continued loving Ethan, her husband.
When Mom got the news of her first pregnancy, she got excited because she was now going to bear a child with the man she loved.
But guess what? Will Ethan be happy to hear this? Will the news perhaps soften him to show some love?
