...POV: Richard...
"Who does she think she is? This is going to cost her more than she thinks. There is no person who dares to hit me and come out unscathed. I don't know why the hell I haven't sent her to damn jail for being a thief, but on the other hand, I don't know what to think. She could have easily taken advantage of my offer and still chose not to."
"Do you want me to answer or are these rhetorical questions?" Larry asks with his mouth full of god knows what fried food, as he usually barges into my office.
"Try not to speak with your mouth full, you know how much it irritates me."
"Mmm, lately everything irritates you. If I were in your place, I would tell that chick to take a hike. I don't understand why you insist on making your life miserable for a woman who doesn't even give you the slightest attention."
"You're mistaken about that, I proved it last night."
"When? Before or after the slap? Hahaha, I would have loved to see it."
"Get out of here," I snapped in annoyance.
"That's not going to happen. I've decided to take a few days off, and I need you to do the same, at least this entire weekend. We're leaving tomorrow, Friday, and we'll be back on Sunday night. You'll see the gorgeous girls that are coming to the cabin..."
"Not even thinking about it, it's not an option at the moment. I have pressing matters."
"Of course, matters concerning a redhead."
...Pov Chanel....
"Hija, I thought you had gone to work?" my mom asks.
"No, I was given the day off as compensation for the overtime I've been doing," I reply. "I know I promised not to lie to my mother again, but what can I do? I can't afford to stress her out."
"Your boss seems nice and understanding. I like him. You should invite him to dinner to show your gratitude for his kindness."
"Sure, mom. I'll do that later. He's busy with personal matters today," I offer a fake smile, while contemplating what poison wouldn't leave traces.
Today, I decide to spend time with my mother. I only worked for a week, and I believe the money I earn will barely cover what I owe my friend Raiza for transportation and some clothes.
The day goes by and I try to enjoy my time with my mother. We watch movies, play chess, and I prepare her favorite dinner. As we sit down to eat, the doorbell rings.
"I'll go and open the door," I say to my mom, who is focused on making a lulo juice.
"Go ahead, I'll finish serving."
I quickly rush to the door, not even taking off my apron. As I open it, I find the last person I expected to see.
"I don't know what you want, but it's better if you leave. We made everything clear between us yesterday."
"I don't understand how you can act like this, acting like a hysterical child and running away from me as if I were the plague..."
"Chanel, sweetheart! Who is it?" my mother calls out.
"It's nobody, mom!" I close the door slightly, hoping she hasn't seen him.
"What do you mean nobody?" she asks, approaching.
"Please, you need to leave now," I whisper to him. I don't want my mother to find out I lied to her about my job. But, instead of listening, he forcefully opens the door wide.
"Good evening," he greets my mom with a big smile.
"Good evening," she replies, equally as cheerful as if she had just seen her favorite actor.
"Honey, let your boss come in. Don't be rude."
"He has to leave, mom. That's what I was trying to tell you..."
"In fact, I would love to meet your mom since it seems she recognizes me."
"How could I not? I have seen you in magazines," he smiles again. "Chanel, set another place at the table."
"Mom, Mr. Richard is used to different types of food," I widen my eyes, hoping she understands and he leaves without my mother noticing.
"You don't know me well, Chanel. I love homemade food, and the smell is exquisite. If it's not a bother, I'd love to join you."
"Oh, daughter, this man is charming," my goodness, mom sounds like a starstruck teenager.
"Alright, I'll be back," reluctantly, I have to pretend to be friendly when all I want is to throw him out.
"Go, sweetheart. I'm feeling a bit tired. I'll wait for you at the table," she says, and alarm bells ring in my head.
"Are you alright? Should I call a doctor?"
"No, it's not necessary," she kindly smiles, calming me down.
"Alright, take your time. I'll stay with her."
"No!" my mother quickly objects. "Help her bring the rest of the food for dinner. I'm fine; fatigue is normal in my condition."
I walk quickly to the kitchen, trying to keep my distance. Once inside, I start serving another plate as quickly as possible.
"Chanel..."
"What? What do you want? Why are you here? Are you having fun? I'm tired, tired of you, tired of everything around me, tired of all this shit! So, I would appreciate it if you leave as soon as this farce is over and never come back!" I surprise myself as he firmly holds my arm, even though his grip is not strong enough to hurt me.
"I hit myself, something I won't forget, so you owe me compensation." Without warning, he presses his lips against mine. I don't respond, pushing him away with all my strength. Just like the night before, I let my hand fall on his face again, and he looks at me angrily. "You're still in debt." He retorts, and once again, he kisses me. This time, he holds my clenched fists behind my lower back, pulling my body closer to his. I know he wasn't expecting it, but this time, I comply with his demands. My lips move in sync with his, his tongue attacks mine, and together they dance. He savors every inch of my mouth, and I allow him to do as he pleases. The kiss softens, he gently bites my lower lip, then runs his tongue over it. I can't deny that I don't know what's happening to me with this wretched man, but I won't let him think I'm his toy. He releases my hands while his lips caress mine and moves to hold my face.
"Are you finished now? Do you consider that you've collected your debt and can leave me alone?" I pull away, remove my apron, grab what I had prepared, and head towards the table, leaving him with unfinished words. "I quit. My mom doesn't know I no longer work for you."
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