Her Scars

A Hot Douche

Dimitra

We've been walking around for whole 2 hours and to our poor luck, all the nearby restaurants, coffee shops and clubs were not hiring. I was about to give in when Victor told me that there's a new pastry shop that opened a few days back 5 blocks away from our apartment.

"Why didn't you say that before you could take me all around effing town?" I whined because my feet started to hurt. I am not a fan of walking long distances. Dont judge me. I was once a fan until I got my knee injured at this other camp that I attended when I was 16 back home. We were attending self defense lessons and this couch kind of kicked me hard and thus the reason why I no longer walk for a long time.

"Well why do you always say "effing" while you supposed to say "f*****g"? Or is it because my Mona Lisa is a saint who doesn't swear?" I swatted his arm in annoyance

"Pagal!" (i***t) .I replied

"What did you say honey?" He raised his eyebrow and I just laughed at him. Thanks to life for making me spent 3 agonizing years in Nepal. I can now insult Victor without him knowing.

We entered a small but cozy and neat pastry shop and the smell of dough greeted me. That made my mouth water and my stomach grumbled. That's what happens when you job hunt for 2 hours without anything, even a snack with your annoying gay friend.

Victir looked at me and smirked when he heard my stomach growling and ushered me to a table near the window at that far right of the shop. I sat there and heard him talking and throwing his hands in the air like he owns the place. After full 5 minutes of Victor talking non stop, he came with a tray of 4 cupcakes and a cup of tea. Well, I love this guy.

I munched on the cupcake as soon as he placed the tray on the table. He just chuckled and sat on a chair in front of me. We sat facing each other.

"I told the owner that you are looking for a part time job and guess what, you in" he said with a grin on his face. I stared at him in awe.

"You got to be kidding me?" I asked dropping my cupcake on the tray.

"No baby. This girl here is not kidding. You will be working here starting from tomorrow. Since the schools are not opened yet. The owner will come here in a few minutes because she is currently preparing for you " he said with a smile. I smiled back and jumped to him

"Thanks girl" I said. He loves being called a girl.

Just as I pulled back from him a middle aged woman with brunette hair and sky blue eyes came by with a friendly smile and sat next. She introduced herself as Mrs Carthy. She was a lovely lady.

She told me that I'll be of great help since I'll be able to be at the counter while she bakes at the back. I couldn't believe that in less than 24 hours I have gotten a beautiful apartment, an annoyingly wonderful roommate, a job and a nice boss. All thanks to the High God. Mama needs to hear these. Plus I haven't contacted her.

After an hour of listening to Mrs Cathy's story of how her late husband bought this shop for her as their wedding anniversary, I was really tired and I needed a nap. I always sleep during the day so dont blame me.

We said our goodbye's and she told me that she'll be in early to make me familiar with the place. I was really glad to have a nice because assholes and I dont get along. Especially the judgemental people who mistreat others only because they are black.

We made it to our apartment with Victor being a radio talking aloud all the way back. I wonder if his mouth never gets dry from all the talking because trust me, he doesn't get tired.

When we arrived, I told him I'm going to take a nap and that he should not play any music until I wake up.

That had him pouting like silly but I just pointed a finger at him and left to my room.

Throwing myself face first in the bed, I drifted off to sleep.

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It's been 2 weeks since I have started working at Carthy Cakes. Mrs Carthy still being the sweetheart, I had no problem adjusting to my new work. And I handled everything just fine,even those douches who'd come to the counter throwing a fit.

The university is also opened and you know how it is. Students looking at me like I am an alien or something, being followed by hush whispers everywhere I go. If I wasn't used to this I would bust out crying. Thanks to Nepal.

Today I was wearing a plain oversized black cotton tshirt written "Black Lives Matter " with a pair of jeans and Nike sneakers. I had my dreadlocks in tight bun so that my cap could fit perfectly. The cap was pink and simple. No fancy label. I was wiping the table counter. a shadow flicked from my side view.

I glanced up tilting my cap to see a man in his late 20s. A sharp jaw, and a sharp nose. Green emerald eyes and that panty dropping five o'clock shadow. His hair was shiny black, combed neatly at his side and stood perfectly on his head. His lips were pink and full. He was wearing a 3 piece suit with his coat buttons undone.

Oh my God he's damn handsome.

"Are you done eye f*****g me?" He raised an eyebrow and his fingers stopped drumming.

Another asshole on a Saturday morning. Great!

"Its good to have you here sir how may help you?" I asked in a very professional tone and smile.

He furrowed his eyes and looked at me for a good 2 minutes. I have practiced maintaining eye contact for all these years so have it sucker. I glanced back. We stared at each other until a man on his left, probably in his 30s tapped Adonis infront of me and whispered something. That broke his trance.

"Green tea!" He commanded like I'm one of his servants. Sucker!

Putting another fake smile on my face, "coming right up Sir!" I moved towards the back wall and brewed his green tea. I could feel his eyes on me I know how my body is. An ass that fits perfectly in jeans and dresses, nice big curves I mean hourglass silhouette. With big boobs.

I turned to see him staring at my lower back. Shameless!

"Now kindly wait for a few seconds while its brewing and may I receive the bill?" I asked with another forced smile. He put his hands in his coat breast pocket and took out a black card. Then shoved it into my hand. Rich much! I said to myself.

I checked his p*****t and printed a slip, giving both till slip and card back to him, he glared at my hands in a very unbelievable manner.

"I dont need a till slip" he said snatching the card out of my hand. I shrugged it off and ripped the slip and threw it in the near trash can.

I went back to get his green tea and placed on the table counter the put another fake smile.

"Here is your green tea Sir" I said with a forced smile.

He took the cup and sipped it. Isn't he supposed to get burned, I mean that thing is hot right?

"What the f**k is this?" He asked narrowing his emerald eyes on me. Clearly furious for unknown reasons.

I furrowed my eyes in confusion to this hot creature standing in front of me. He was like a walking s*x. You know, a nasty-nasty-hockey-tockey on two human legs.

"That's your green tea sir" I replied with a forced smile.

"Where is my sugar?" He asked again, with an annoyed tone. You not the only one who's annoyed hot bastard. I said to myself. Wait- did he just mention sugar? I nearly laughed when his words came back to mind. I mean who drinks green tea with sugar?

"With all due respect Mister, you did not mention anything about adding sugar to your green tea. In case your eyes dont function well, I dont have bones hanging around my neck to tell that you drink green tea with sugar "

He slammed the cup on the table, earning a slight jump from me. Who on earth does he think he is.

" Listen here you black tæve, you dont know who I am but trust, you wouldn't want to mess with me. Now be a good little waitress and give me my green tea just the way I like it best"

Well, now that did the trick, I took the cup from table counter, and stirred the tea slightly while watching the smirk on his face and I threw it right on that perfect face, wiping off that smirk and smiled.

"There you are sir. Your green tea with sugar just the way you like it"