Chapter 3
1285 Words
LORETTA
How did I get here?
From moving to New Jersey… to delivering ointments… to gaining the affection of an old lady… and now—
standing in front of a fully grown, naked man.
Run! my brain screamed.
But my eyes… my eyes betrayed me.
They dropped.
Stop.
I couldn’t.
His hair was short and black—smooth like silk. He had the most beautiful deep green eyes I had ever seen. His lips were slightly pink, framed by thick brows.
He looked like a god.
A perfectly chiseled face. A light stubble outlining his jaw.
My gaze fell lower.
His body—buff, lightly dusted with hair. Veins visible along his biceps. His chest, his abs—
magnificent.
Then my eyes landed lower.
Everything inside me froze. Fat veined d**k, long enough to…
The basket slipped from my hands and hit the floor with a soft thud.
“What are you doing in my room!?” His voice was sharp now—angry.
I couldn’t look up.
I was burning with embarrassment. Completely pink with shame.
Run, my brain whispered again.
I forced myself to look up.
There was fire in his eyes.
Something dark. Dangerous. Unreadable.
He walked toward the bed and picked up a towel.
Run.
This time, I listened.
I spun around and bolted out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
My body felt weak—pale, dehydrated, trembling. My heart hammered violently against my chest, like it was trying to escape. My heavy breasts did nothing to hold it back.
I didn’t know how, but I found the elevator.
And I ran.
Even when I heard the nurse calling my name—
I ran.
I ran until I got lost.
And still, I didn’t stop.
My phone rang.
Max.
“Why are you breathing like that?” Max asked immediately. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
“I… I don’t know. I mean—I’m okay,” I said, trying to steady my breath.
I looked around and spotted a small eatery.
“I—”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing! Um… I have to go.” I ended the call.
What caught my attention wasn’t the food.
It was the sign outside.
‘Waitress Needed’
For a moment, I forgot everything.
The man. His body. His d**k. The humiliation.
Gone.
All I could see were dollar signs.
I cautiously stepped inside and walked up to the receptionist.
“Hello,” I said, forcing a smile.
“Are you okay? You look pale,” she said, handing me a bottle of water.
“Thanks,” I said, gratefully drinking half of it in seconds. “Thank you,” I repeated, trying to give it back.
She shook her head. “Keep it. Are you good now?”
“Yes,” I nodded.
“How can I help you?” Her tone turned professional.
“I saw the sign outside,” I said, pointing behind me with my thumb.
“Okay.” She picked up the phone. “Someone is here for the vacancy.”
After a few seconds, she dropped the receiver.
“Do you have experience?”
“Yes. Not professionally—but I can be. I just moved here today, and back in California, I did minor jobs. I clean, cook, serve… and I’m very friendly—”
“I’ve heard enough,” she chuckled.
Was I talking too much?
“I can really do it,” I added quickly.
“How old are you?”
“Seventeen.”
“Student?”
“Yes. I’m on scholarship. But I promise I’ll be on time—”
“That means you can only work the night shift,” she said with a sigh.
“Please. I need this job,” I said.
“If you promise to be punctual…”
“I swear!”
“Okay. Your shift starts at seven and ends at ten. You’ll be the one to lock up. And on weekends, we’ll need you all day.”
“Done!” I said excitedly.
“Shh.” She glanced at the customers.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
“We can only pay you twenty-five dollars a week. That’s one hundred a month.”
“Twenty-five?” I asked, disappointed.
“That’s all we can offer,” she shrugged. “Do you still want the job?”
“I do,” I forced a smile.
“You start tomorrow.”
“Thank you.”
I stepped out of the restaurant.
It was better than nothing.
This wasn’t a bad first day at all.
Then—
the memory hit me.
Him.
“Oh God…”
I turned in my bed as my phone rang.
Who the hell was calling me at this time?
The bed was uncomfortable, but I had somehow managed to fall asleep.
Was that my alarm?
Oh s**t.
I rolled—and fell straight to the floor.
“Ouch!” I groaned, slowly sitting up.
The room was already a little bright.
“Oh no…” I searched for my phone. “6:05.”
“Max!” I said, jumping to my feet.
“Did I wake you?”
“No—I mean, yes! Yes,” I rushed to the window.
“I knew you’d oversleep. You’re welcome,” Max laughed.
“Why are you even awake? Don’t tell me you suddenly care about being punctual,” I teased. “Last time I checked, you didn’t care about being late.”
“But you do. I bet your alarm was set for five-thirty,” Max scoffed.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I yawned.
“Really? I won’t wake you up tomorrow, and we’ll see who’s late.”
“Don’t try me, Max,” I warned. “I have to start my chores. I’ll meet you in a while?”
“To the world!”
I inhaled deeply and looked out the window.
Everything was quiet.
Peaceful.
At least my chores weren’t too much today.
After my shower, I laid out the clothes from my new school.
They arrived last night.
A simple blazer. An MBS sweatshirt. Sportswear. A sweater. And a school pass.
We were instructed to wear the blazer on the first day, but I didn’t know what to pair it with.
So I chose a knee-length, high-waisted skirt that helped flatten my stomach and shape my waist. It also covered my thick thighs.
A white T-shirt hugged my chest, and I slipped on matching shoes.
I didn’t have many options anyway.
Just three pairs of shoes—and Crocs.
The Crocs were my seventeenth birthday gift from Max.
She had the same pair.
After fixing my hair and adjusting my bangs, I walked to my aunt’s door and knocked repeatedly.
“I’m going to school!”
She finally opened it.
“Are you done with the chores?” she asked, already irritated.
“Yes. But I have to go—I don’t want to be late.”
“Are you the first human being to go to school?” she scoffed. “Acting like you’re about to become the next American president.”
She walked past me.
“Even your mother, who graduated from college, is dying in a shelter. What makes you think you’ll be any different?”
“Don’t talk about my mother, Aunt,” I said, following her.
She turned sharply and grabbed my chin.
“Don’t you dare speak to me like that, you worthless piece of trash,” she hissed. “Don’t forget—you’re in my house.”
She shoved me aside and walked away.
“Fat whore.”
I closed my eyes.
Oh Lord… give me strength.
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