LOVE IS NOT FOR ME
604 Words
Present
“What the heck is going on here?!”
Madam Stuart’s large figure stormed into the shop, her face carved into a stern scowl. The atmosphere instantly shifted. Amanda and Chelsea scrambled back to their workstations like scared mice, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.
Those bitches… drooling over men who would f**k them, dump them, and move on. Disgusting.
I shook my head and focused on my work. The chamomile tea and omelette I had been preparing were finally ready. Carefully, I arranged them on a tray and walked toward the customer who had placed the order.
“It’s ready, sir,” I said, placing the tray on his table, making sure nothing spilled.
“Oh, thank you,” he replied, smiling as his eyes lingered on my face.
Gosh. What is it with people and staring?
Well… you can’t blame him. Maybe blame me for being this beautiful.
“Can I have my money, please?” I asked, snapping him out of his trance.
He pulled a few dollar bills from his wallet and handed them to me. “Keep the change, beautiful.”
As he tried to brush his fingers against mine, I pulled my hand away quickly. I wasn’t about to create a scene, so I simply turned and walked off.
“Mommy!!! Mom, I’m home!” I yelled the moment I stepped into the house. “What’s cooking? I’m starving!”
I dropped my bag on the couch and rushed into the kitchen. There she was....standing over the stove, preparing my favorite meal.
“Darling, you’re back already,” she said with a warm smile. “I’m making your favorite dish. Why don’t you freshen up upstairs and let mummy finish, hmm?”
I nodded and hurried upstairs. After freshening up, I ate quickly, packed the dishes, and carried them to the kitchen. I kissed my mom goodnight before heading back to my room.
I grabbed my laptop and checked my emails.
One new notification.
My heart skipped as I opened it.
“Miss Natalie Blanks, your employment letter has been accepted. You are to resume work at exactly 7:30 a.m. at J.J Company.”
“Oh my God!” I squeaked, jumping up and down like a child.
I dashed downstairs. “Mom! I got a job at J.J Company! I resume work tomorrow!” I grinned widely, flashing my teeth, expecting excitement.
Instead, her expression turned worried.
“Baby, why don’t you want to work in your father’s company?” she asked softly.
“Come on, Mom,” I sighed. “We’ve talked about this.”
I want independence. I want my own money.... earned on my own terms, not handed to me on a silver platter. Yes, my parents are rich. They could give me the world if I asked. But I wasn’t raised that way.
My late mother taught me to work for everything I wanted.
Watching how my father treated her..cold, distant, unloving, until the day she died changed me forever. From that moment, I swore I would never fall in love.
I hate men and their manipulative games. Never in my life will I allow a man to boss me around or control my life with love.
My dream is to work hard and take care of my kid brother.
It’s not that my parents are irresponsible....they’re not. They do their best. But ever since my mother died, I’ve felt a deep sense of responsibility toward him.
They don’t know this. If they did, they’d probably think I don’t trust them enough.
But that’s not true.
This is about me.
My life.
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