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It won't take me long to tell you who I am, well my voice is enough to make you turn your eyes towards me even if you don't want to, Well it's pretty much all I am.
There were dark clouds in the sky, it seemed that heavy rain would come and it would bring cold winds along with the tempest storm, as my looked at the front door, many people were coming inside, who were feeling that the rain is about to come which has not come yet so it means you cannot be sure whether the sky will be clear today or not and to be honest, I don't like rain at all. People say that rain washes away all the sorrows with it.
But what if it brings all the gloom with it.
I wiped my coffee hands with my apron and tied my hair in a tight bun causing some strands of my hair to come in front of my face leave me annoying as always, while I was smelling of caffeine and a little bit of milk along with it, talking about the location, this cafe is on is near the Greenport sites on the northern tip of Long Island, not far from City but far from the wealthy mansions of the nearby Hamptons, this coastal town is best known for its country homes, family-friendly farmers, markets, and world-class wineries and I am just a waitress here as my life is not like those stories whose luck changes after coming to a big city.
Well everything is in chaos in my life.
We were not here from the beginning, first we were in Russia, then Italy and now here in New York as my mom brought me here, she herself lives in a small farmhouse in the countryside and I am stuck here because of college but that doesn't mean I am that student who does parties at night and ends up in someone's arms in the morning infact I do a part time job and run errands for her medical issues.
Can I have an Americano with ice?
A blonde girl said I gave her a little smile which I definitely had to show everytime.
Sure just give me 5 minutes, mam.
I smiled and started to grind some coffee beans into the grinder as I sighed, don't know how many times in a day as my eyes went to the side of the counter where the photo of me and my mother was kept in a frame. In it me and she were laughing looking at the camera while I was toddler as this photo was taken by my father.
Bitter memories always hunts like a nuisance right.
Thanks for ordering, have a nice day.
Again a fake smile was decorated on my lips whose meaning I do not know perhaps, I did not cry because he didn't deserve it and no word can describe how much I despised that person who established a relationship with my mother on the basis of lies. Every time a bad taste comes in my mouth as soon as I think of that man, whose existence is like a blizzard daze to me, I remember all the hurricane and burry moments with him which are haunting me somewhere in a corner of my heart.
The one who abandoned my mother all alone.
It was about time the shop was about to close when the last customer went out with his matcha latte and as I said the rain didn't come. I took off my apron and hung it up and let my long hair loose from the bun. A deep sigh came out of my mouth because now my body is aching because it is not easy to stand on the counter with a fake smile all day and run here and there for cleaning the tables.
But I know that the truth is being hidden from me over these years.
I don't want to do this anymore honestly, but I have to do it if not for myself but for my mother. As soon as I think of her, flames start rising in my heart like a fire because she deserves everything and I will do anything that will make her happy no matter how broken I am from inside but there is a lot of misunderstanding between us as my relationship is not good with her, many explanations are pending which neither of us want to resolve while she want to live in the past and I am against it.
There are many old things and tales which need to be put to an end.
I shook my head to keep my mind calm and taking a deep breath before jumping off the counter and picking up the garbage foil, I walked out from the back door to dump it in the dustbin and scrubbed my hands as I looked up at the sky which was pitch black and some stars were shining on it but the moon was nowhere to be seen, he may be hidden in the clouds but his light still spreads everywhere and I went near my bike, pulled a jacket and covered my face with a mask and my head with the cap as I pushed the accelerator before disappeared into the dark night.
The day is not over yet.

One could say Friday night unleashed freaks for those who would play innocent all week were craving and waiting to be set free, bring out the inner animal inside to ruin the whole night as the nightclub was always crowded on Fridays and ofcourse most of the others made tons because they'd actually get fucked like a whore.
The hell in heaven place where I am worked in night.
Got a little smudge.
Daria pressed her index to the corner of my lips, cleaning up the smudged lipstick as I applied in a hurry while I adjusted my tiny black skirt which showcased my ass whenever I bent over as the fitted white pale panties were always eye catching against my milky skin and the tank golden top I wore, barely covered my breasts as they were massive in the thin shimmering cloth and they were perfectly fil to grop.
Not that they were allowed to touch me without consent.
Done.
She smiled as I whispered a small thanks, we don't talk much or should I say I don't fond much and she keeps on talking without stopping, A pink Barbie with big beautiful green eyes which I like the most and she is the only one with which I feel a little safe even though we doesn't match the vibes.
Diana already found her victim.
Daria nudged my arm as we watched a blonde girl escorting a middle aged man into an empty booth as she is a famous girl in this nightclub who is a prostitute for the VIPs while I am just a waitress for that rich hags and Chloe is a stripper and pole dancer.
I also got a VIP zone tonight.
Daria bragged, shaking her ass while dancing her way to the vip area as her clothes barely covering anything and I already bet that she was going to make flowing cash as the mans who occupied those rich zones would do anything and give any amount just to receive some attention from her.
I can't do that shit so I'm fine being a waitress.
Malena, why are you standing here like some statue?.
The bar manager stunted behind me made me want to smash this beer bottle on his big ass head as he shoved me out of the corner but inhaling a deep breath and gave a firm nod, not caring for the flirty gesturing which was surely he was about to do as always and moved ahead.
This nightclub gives me a nuisance.
The crowd of sweaty, drunk, dancing people and most of them are teens. Honestly sometimes I'd drift, finding myself wondering what my life would have done to be like this, god probably hated me with all his guts to force me to join this hellhole.
I am not thankful for the compulsion.
I wonder sometimes that if I had a healthy life and a stable home without any debt where I live with my mom without any problem so I wouldn't even be working this shitty job, having to rub my ass on serving those ugly asses mans who think they're so fucking superior and great but as always I stand while lowering my head in front of those ungrateful freaks in whose neck I can break in a snap.
But I am helpless and my boss is taking advantage of this compulsion very well.
Most of these men would come in with wedding rings shimmering on their hands yet they were here, paying for girls to be fitted with her small cocks while their kids and wives were waiting for them to be coming home early whom they vowed to be faithful too till death do them part.
I am no less than them because I have also lied to someone.
I had so many unwashed sins. Sins that I was afraid she could never embrace and fully forgive and they'll always be there poking at the back of my mind. A devil with a pitchfork. Besides I don't need her to carry my shame and burdens. They're mine to bear and it is only because of that person who did not even try to explain all these years of disappearing.
Girl, booth 5 needs more drinks.
One of the passing by waitresses said and I give a little head bop nod, making my way behind those thick black curtains into the small enclosed space as the man lifts his head before checking me up and down as I stand like a mere statue without showing any expressions.
I've been fucking waiting for almost 30 minutes.
He nagged, throwing 50 dollars into the tip jar as I make my way to where he sat as I kneeled before him before making his drink while I saw him gawking at my cleavage in an Ill manner way but I used to it now.
Two years is enough to understand.
So tell me, are you going to just grind on my cock or actually going to get down on your fucking knees and suck me off.
His voice laced in all the disgusted flirty and desperation and I feel him roaming his hand on my back to my ass which made me flinch instantly before I jerk his hand away while he stunned at my reactions before aggression filled in his eyes.
Sorry to disappoint you sir, but I usually just serve drinks in this club.
I said dusting off my hand with a slight blunt expression.
Am not a prostitute or anything you expected.
I cleared my throat, running my hand into my long red crimson hair back as I saw him glaring at me with wicked eyes before scoffing at my way.
Do you know, who are you talking to bitch.
Yeah, well I know that you have a luxurious bungalow in which your wives and children are waiting but whenever you come here to seek some whores, so yeah that's all I know.
I spit out coldly after biting my tongue to run unconditionally as he stood, zipping up his pants and before coming in my way as I know where this actual scene going as I stood firmly while my legs were slightly shaking.
Fucking whore had a very long tongue, right?.
He pushed me back with his index as I stumbled back on my steps but my expression hasn't changed even a bit and this is not the first time that I have been insulted for my work or I am being treated or consulted like some damn prostitute.
What do you think of yourself, huh?
I pinch the bridge of my nose as I look bored into his eyes which is raging out, I offended him as this was the third incident of the month during my job, I did not want to hear the boss's warning again, so I became as cool as I could.
I didn't mean to offend you—.
I didn't get to complete my words as he pushed me aside rudely and left and I poked my inner cheeks before inhaling a sharp breath because I know what was coming for me next.
Malena, please come to Mr Brown's cabin.
I saw this coming from miles away as what I thought happened, I am being called again by my boss because that old ass man must have complained as I huffed out gradually gathered myself as I head back out there.
It was okay these things happened all the time.
I mumbled to myself and made my way to his cabin

Again seriously.
Stefan got frustrated and tapped his forehead with his index finger while I was sitting on the glass counter while drinking from his cocktail bottle while looking at the outside view, the scenery of New York is great at night.
The lights of the whole city are dimming to shining and the sky.
You've been called by the boss for the fucking third time just because you can't handle your customer kindly.
I puffed out the white smoke into bar thin air, looking over my shoulder at the prick bartender, Stefan. a handsome british bartender and my closest friend, I can't say this because we don't get along at all, he doesn't know anything other than bickering and I am fine being a bitch then being a friend.
So what do you want, I should go and take my resignation in my hand which I have been trying to avoid for the last two years.
Stefan's expression did not change but softened a bit because he knows how much I hate this place whenever I work here to arrange money for college and my mother's medicines, to pay her hospital bills which are impossible now and now she's being treated at home as I don't have that much money to get her treated properly in the best hospital.
I am broke in every way.
Give me this.
He snatched the cocktail bottle from between my teeth as I scoffed dryly as he motioned it into his own mouth before chugging it down and hissed simultaneously before closing his eyes as placing himself before me while I shifted my gaze again at the outside.
Is God so angry with me when he has made my destiny such a mean one?
I mumbled manually before turning to look up the golden ceiling as the club smell was lingering throughout the every breath I take as I getting infatuated in tamed way.
Maybe he was sexually frustrated.
Eww~ stop talking bullshit man.
He laughed loudly but I did not find it funny, which made him more funny as he was, I hit his arm which made him curse out loudly as I jumped down from the counter and crushed the cigarette butt beneath my foot.
So what now?.
What what?.
I repeated but I understood his hint but I was in no mood at all to end my day with Christopher's scolding so I gave him a shrugged off as he sighed heavily, removing himself from the counter as well and started wiping up glasses.
Make yourself useless before the boss sees you.
He placed the tray of whiskey and glasses beside as I mimicked his words as I sucked a lollipop candy which I stole from him as he saw but before he got the chance to scold me for it, I wink at him as he chuckled.
Fancy, isn't it.
I wiggle my brows, hopping to my feet while holding the tray as he glared at me along with a little smirk.
Something you can't afford, now run along to the booth 1.
He gestured to the massive large velvet doors and I sighed and moved ahead while trying not to smash this glass on someone along with the whiskey as the tray was surprisingly heavy as I waltzed to the booth.
Play; 'Shut Up and Listen' by Nicholas Bonnin and Angelica.
Shut your demons down.
I inhaled a deep breath and I went inside and after standing outside for some time, when I did not hear any sound, I moved more than I should, It was so dark that I could not even see myself, but maybe I had entered the wrong zone. I placed the tray on a table which was in the middle from my sixth sense I guess and roamed around with the help of the walls to find the switch to turn on the light but suddenly a whistle that rang in my ear made me halt, biting my teeth and clenching my fists as the anxiety rosed inside me.
Nyctophobia is a bitch.
Anyone is here?
I asked in the dark but no one, only the sound of that soothing yet melodious whilst was ringing in my ears like a ravenous thunder as I inhaled a deep breath before I swung around to go back, just to collide into a hard wall but I was wrong because it's not a wall but a masculine chest as I feel the rhythm of someone's heart beneath my palms as I tripped back but a strong grip hold my waist.
Leave me.
I want to say it loud but didn't find the courage as the darkness making it worse while his cologne engulfing the air around us as lifting my eyes I want to see him but the absense of light around us which had made everything unclear to me, I was not able see anything other than his sharp breathing falling right into my face.
I can feel myself suffocating just by the dark.
Do you really want it.
What?.
To Leave you.
Is he fucking crazy?
He was staring down at me, I can fucking feel him gazing my face attentively in this blackness, his fingers were tapping my side of the waist and were lightly growing my nuisance every passing moment as I detached myself with a quick motion before I tripped over my feets as I hissed when I collided vigorously with the marble tiles while the lollipop stick was taken by him.
What the fuck.
I snapped while his whistling sound came closer as I crawled back when I feel him coming in my way, I don't know why, but a strange feeling was going on inside me. Along with my blood raging eagerly, I was feeling both scared and terrified because of the unknownness as I caught myself in an attempt to scream with all my power but a hand covering my mouth causes my voice to shut down inside my throat as I felt the leather glove was adoring his hand which was surely strange yet thrived.
I want you to be my personal slut.
The voice is like the depth of a sea, like a soothing siren is rising drenching lavishly into the silent doomed night as widening my eyes, I wriggle my hand which was locked in shackles which I don't even know when he locked with the metallic handcuffs at my back was pressing against the floor and I can feel him hovering above my stiffen body.
After all who is this man?
So tell me, are you satisfied with the deal?
He questioned me, lowering his head to my breasts made my breath caught as his fingers stroked the outlines of my breast. His touch was gentle but firm, and I revelled in the way it made my skin tingle and my breath catch in my throat.
Am I getting wet in any fucking way?.
Despite my best efforts to be free from his clutches but It felt as if my body was reacting in a different way and I couldn't deny the heat that was spreading through my body. I felt a newfound sense of power and desire coursing through me.
I swear, I am getting soaked by his dirty actions.
He grasped my breast and squeezed it while he murmured something in a deep, sensual voice as I winced in pain but it made my nipple hardened eventually I tried hard not to clench my thighs together and before I could react or think of anything, his mouth was on my breast as he already teared my clothes.
He was clearly forcing himself on me but why is his action having an adverse effect on me.
Oh my bad, you can't speak as you're under my mercy.
His mouth, sucking gently at the nipple while his other hand found its way lower, between my legs as his fingers dipped inside my panties, seeking my wetness while stroking my folds and I yelped when he grazed his teeth to suck my already red nipple and I flinched instantly but he held me down in the place, his gloved hand was playing with my clit which was amazing and I felt a new feeling as if I had more thrilled while feeling his skin warm against my throbbing pussy.
You're already so wet for me.
He thrust two fingers inside me, curling them as he began to move them in and out in a slow, steady rhythm. I arched my back off the floor, crying out as the pleasure overtook me. I was lost at this moment, lost in him as the moonlight was coming from the behind window but it was all gloomed because his bulky figure as vision started blurring with all the activity.
Damn it I am dripping wet.
I see no other option for you than to accept the deal.
He murmured, his other hand leaving my breast, trailing down my stomach, skimming over the soft skin of my belly button before dipping lower while my hands were pinned above my head and down tightly on the tiles as I arches my back still forbid to let out any voice as his hand still covering my mouth.
Bastard, free my mouth once and I'll tear your head off.
So, don't make me wait as that won't be helpful for you.
He found my aching centre, circling it with his thumb, teasing the sensitive nerves as I writhed beneath him, helpless to the building sensation. His fingers inside me felt like they were on fire, burning a path through my body, consuming me in their heat as I was craving him like the thirsty whore while grinding some friction upon his gloved fingers.
You won't get the joy you desire if you don't answer.
He warned and the next instant, his fingers ceased to move inside of me as I became free, but the pleasure that was being experienced inside me was gone and I was frustrated and ashamed both but I was also unwilling to give him what he wanted and I could feel the heat rising from my chest, causing my skin to flush and my hands to tighten uncontrollably.
He can't just stop in the middle.
Who are you?
I sobbed in exasperation, my chest heaved with each ragged breath, and my skin flushed and warm. My heavy-lidded, eyes gazed at him in silence, as he remained silent in the gloominess. I could feel my climax building, coiling tight in my core and even though I was furious with him.
So how's the deal?.
I am not anyone's bitch especially not will become for a psychotic bastard like you.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself before I looked into his eyes and my heart started pounding in my ears, I couldn't help but notice his dark eyes. They were so piercing, so intense, they seemed to bore right through me. And then, for a fleeting moment, they slammed unexpectedly, like a candle flickering in the darkness.
It was as if he were waiting for an opening, and had seized it.
Well that's first, you're exhilarating me more.
His voice was ringing in my ears like blood but I still couldn't make out where he was standing. It seemed as if he was present everywhere, was gawking at me like some vicious predator who is ready to hunt me down as I feel myself shrinking more into darkness I pulled my legs to hug my knees and dropped my head down into it and tried to take a deep breath and exhaled trying to steady my nerves but inhaling the scent of him, the mixture of sweat and skin and something indefinably Alpha male.
I will kill him with my bare hands.
You have no choice but to accept my offer.
Never. Before I ever do something like that, I will fucking kill you.
I swallowed hard when I got pitched silence in return as my heart pounding in my chest but Ignoring him, I started to get up, but before I could, he wrapped his gloved hand grasp around my neck and drew me closer to him, I felt a shiver of desire run down my spine as I barely managed onto my feets while his musky woody smell was creeping in me.
You want money and I want you.
He murmured, his thumb tracing gentle circles against my bruised wrists, sending tiny sparks of pleasure coursing through my veins, his dark eyes sparkling in the dim light as his fingers brushed against mine, and for a moment, I could feel the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his gloves.
All of you.
Something had triggered the primal flight reaction or something like it: a massive flood of adrenaline that shot through me like a drug and made me feel deeply alive. I felt like I was on fire and like I might spontaneously combust at any moment, like someone had set a slow and steady match beneath my center, deep in the pit of my stomach.
Something is unknowingly familiar with him.
Why?.
I whispered as my heart beats as it pumps my blood through rushes to the tips of my fingers, the pulse coming in hot waves that cause everything else to pulse and my heart pounded dangerously with each breath, like a hummingbird's wings.
No reason.
The boom was furious and incessant. It was my heart, which seemed to swell into a mallet and swing against my rib cage, a drum full of dirt that might burst at any moment and I feel his leather gloved fingers were caressing my lips as my breath was irregularly heavy because they were coated in my cum.
I felt like an abused porn star.
But I still want you.
He spoke softly near my lips, I heard him sucking the lollipop which made a pool between my already aching cunt before the sound of popping out came and next blink that sweet with his saliva lollipop was between my lips as he grazed it between forcing it on mouth as I winced out in pain when I feel like a dagger thing was penetrating into my ribcage skin.
Suck it.
He made demands and without delay I took it from him; swirled my tongue around the stick as if I was imagining the pain, I did it while gulping down the saliva which was leaking from it and his groaning humming sound was echo in my ears as I clenched my already soaked thighs together more tightly while the shackles hands were pressed against his hars chest, feeling his thundering heartbeats doing something in my whole body.
Such a good girl.
His whisper sinisterly and suddenly seems to fade away as he disappeared and the unknown warmth is gone as I breathed out a shuddering air as the moonlight shattered inside the room with a cool breeze flowing all over me just to let me know that I am completely naked as my clothes were missing which made me hallucinating with all the adrenaline rush of shame and anguished but suddenly my gaze fall down onto my tied red wrists with metallic shackles around them.
A black rose had tugged between them from which red blood was flowing.
A shadow whose darkness seems satanic but aroma feels seraphic.
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Well some upcoming chapters are going to be smutty or slow burn sex, so tell me already if you're uncomfortable with it or excited because as I said and also gave warnings that this is a dark romance book which is equally toxic and insanely chaotic characters so I don't want any hate comments on the book or you'll get blocked.