Daddy's Sinful Cravings

You Can't Marry Him

Amara’s POV

I just got home, and not only am I exhausted and weary, but my hair is also tangled up. On our little porch, I saw my mom smoking a cigarette and looking down at me with a horrified expression.

She got up and looked me over from head to toe. "Where the hell have you been?!" she asked.

She has hated me ever since the day I was born, the day that I brought her world crashing down. She became a mother at seventeen, and people often mistake me for being her sister due to her young age. Right then, she hit me and yelled, "Answer me!"

I gasped, and rubbed the side of my face, “I was…working.”

"Working? Oh, really?" She smacked me again; I pushed her away as she reached for my hair; then, I bolted for my bedroom, locking the door behind me. She wanted to vent her frustrations on me, and it sucked. I close my eyes and lie down on my bed. Suddenly, my best friend Mia called on the phone.

I answered her call, and said softly, “Hi, Mia, what’s up?”

"Do you know what happened at the Club yesterday? A group of VIP customers were looking for you. If you don't show up for work today, Francesca will fire you. She wants you to apologize..."

"What?" I scream out in anger. "Is she making threats? That bunch of spoiled brat customers made fun of me and one of them sexually attacked me!"

Mia sighed, “I don’t know, Amara. But if you still want to work, you have to come today or Francesca will fire you.”

“Right.” I said sarcastically. “Fine, I’m coming.”

I grabbed my bag, and fixed my hair, then opened it, then I saw my mother standing in the doorway, and said, “Do you have cash?”

I shook my head, “I don’t have any.”

“Really?! You’re always working, but you don’t have money? What kind of work is that?!” she started to complain and kept nagging me about my sh*tty job.

I pursed my lips, and said, “Trust me, Mom. I hate this job! I even hate my life!”

Then she got speechless when I told her that. Although she was about to say something, I had already left the house and called a taxi.

It seemed possible that today was my last day of work, and I arrived at the Club huffing and puffing. Who cares? I can get another job if they fire me, but it might be hard to find one and it will take a few weeks. Gosh, this sucks!

I went inside, and met Francesca’s gaze, “Hi.”

“You have to kneel and ask for their forgiveness, or else, your whole salary will be the payment for the bottle of wine that you aggressively throw on the floor,” she said.

“What?” I sighed and glanced at the three men on the table. They waved their hands at me, and said, “Just say sorry and everything will be back to normal, woman. Then kneel down…bow your head to us,” then they started laughing again.

I walked towards them, pursed my lips into a thin line, and said, “I won’t say sorry, I haven’t done anything wrong.”

They laughed at me, and the man said, “Uh, really?! You are just a waitress, and you have the audacity to talk to us like that?!”

I rolled my eyes, and grabbed his neck, “I won’t say sorry! Okay!”

Francesca was about to say something, but I put my hand on her mouth, “You don’t have to say that anymore. I quit!”

Despite my overwhelming emotions, I walked outside and immediately felt better. I gave a soft smile and let out all my stress. After that, I left the club without any worries. Walking down the street, I got a text message from my mom. "Be here at 7 p.m. Don't be late."

After reading her text message, I looked at the time and saw that it was already noon, and I hadn't had breakfast, and gosh! I'm hungry.

I stopped at my go-to bakery and was greeted warmly by Miss Nancy. When I was about to pay for her freshly baked cupcake, she said, "It's okay, you don't have to pay. I know what happened today. You quit your job. Mia told me."

I nodded my head, “Yeah.”

She asked, “Your mom knows about this?”

“Hmm, not yet.”

“If she kicks you out again, I have a spare room for you, darling.” she winked at me. “I got your back.”

I smiled softly, and hugged her, “Thank you, Miss Nancy. I’ll consider your offer.”

"Yeah, and...maybe you can work in my shop for a short time because Cynthia is in the hospital giving birth to a healthy boy right now. You should consider this new job."

I gasped, surprised, and excitedly said, “Yes, of course, I would love to! Thank you, Miss Nancy.” I tried so hard not to cry in front of her because she helped me a lot.

As the day changed into night, I walked as fast as I could to get home quickly so my mom wouldn't yell at me. I HEARD MY MOM LAUGHING INSIDE when I rang the doorbell twice. While opening the door, my mom said, "Oh, here's my lovely daughter."

I was startled as my eyes met the intense and penetrating gaze of the man I had met last night, and I let out a gasp as I watched him stare at me for such a long time. "Uhm, mom...who's this man?"

“Well, this is Parker. Parker and I are getting married!” she said proudly.

My world just stopped when I heard that from my mother, “What? I haven’t seen this man being your boyfriend, and you wanted to marry him?”

“Shut up.” Mom said, glaring at me angrily. “You can’t say that in front of Parker. Parker and I have an agreement already, and he can change our lives, Amara. You don’t have to work in that sh*tty job anymore.”

I shook my head, and said softly, “Mom, I have already quit my job and you can’t marry him.”

Parker stared at me, and his eyes landed on my lips.

“And because?!” Mom sighed, and she was fuming now in anger.