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eye-raping my boss!

The crowd had a life of its own, the vibrant clothes shone in the night light and the people moved like enchanting shoals of fish. There is chatter between customers and workers, old friends catching up, new friends made. It's busy for sure, but the hustle and bustle bring life to this place I wouldn't want to be just here and nowhere else.

I stay in the crowd. I wouldn't trade this anonymity for anything. It'd be better if I don't catch the sight of anyone from my family. I hope, I never cross paths with them till late in the night.

Only thinking about had my mood sour. I waited for quite some time before an old lady with pretty golden hair graced me with her presence.

"I am sorry dear for keeping you waiting. Please follow me." She gestured to the doors behind the counter.

"It's just that boss did not arrive yet and so I have to supervise." She gave me a small smile as she led me down a couple of doors.

"So I already know your name Dossam. Tell me more about yourself." She quipped and I began to introduce myself.

It wasn't hard before I was wiping the tables after customers left, leaving dirty dishes and used tissues behind, with at least good tips.

I thought I'd have to beg before I get the job, but they only asked for my student ID card and I was given the job. The pay was much more than I expected. It could easily last me a month if I minus the rent.

I just now needed to get away from my abusive family. I already planned on telling them about my job and moving out but the million-dollar question was, where will I go? I did not want to be a burden on Ryan and Cammy, even though they always insisted on me moving in with them.

Things were hard for them as well, Ryan needed to focus on his exams before he graduated and Cameron was busy with her mom and studies.

I had no other person to go to. I only knew few people in my school and as the school was coming to an end, I knew people had other priorities.

I might just take an apartment in the shabby part of the town, it will cost me less and I will be able to save for college.

College. I wished to go to college. I wished I could be a respectable woman and not end up like my mother.

My mother was a college dropout, when she was in despair dad came to her rescue, gave her love, care, and a place to live. Both fell in love, married, and had me.

I remember how dad used to love me, take me out to parks, play dolls with me and bring chocolates for me after returning from work.

Dad loved us like no other, but after my mother went through a miscarriage, she was not the same anymore she wanted a boy, but then couldn't bear any more children. But one fine evening, dad got into an accident and died, I never saw my mother the same way.

She always drank away and never seemed to care about me. Not a month after dad was lowered into the ground, she introduced me to her new boyfriend and his three children.

I was just seven. Seven! and had no idea of the cruel world. When they married after dating on and off, we moved into his house, and what did I receive in the name of a room? An attic not cleaned for years.

I was devastated. I needed my father and I cried for mom to bring back my father, it was the first time, that cruel man raised his hand on me.

He beat me black and blue, when I just wanted my mother to console me, she left me to cry in agony.

That day, I understood the real meaning of betrayal. My mother betrayed me. She chose her husband over her own daughter.

Since then, I was a nobody in that house but just a maid, a servant with a free pass for everyone to do anything to me.

The time skipped and it was time to close the shop. Brena was inside cashing out, and I was wiping the counter when the bell chimed indicating a presence and I looked up to see who came.

My eyes widened and my mouth hung open as drool dripped down the corner of my mouth.

Holy cow.

What was an angel doing on earth?

His face to my eyes was all the beauty a man can possess, not only for his features but for the darkness in his eyes and the strange gentle warmth of his soul. The lines on his face etched the story of a distressed life. His crow's feet spoke of his evil laughter and the deep creases in his cheeks told of a man who gave away smiles like there was a price to bear for a single smile.

My eyes stayed glued to the side of his face. He was, well, different from all others. He was handsome, not perhaps in the conventional sense, but he had that appearance that could make him stand out in the crowd. His eyes were as deep and expressive, where I could get lost if I stared long enough. His face had that faraway look in it, which cannot be described in words. His smile, which did not reach up to his eyes flaunted his gentlemanliness and humility.

Clearing of a throat snapped me out of my daydreaming and in fact, he was the one doing that.

God. Way to go Dossam. I was literally eye-raping him. get out of your horniness you b***h. I scolded myself.

He might be committed for God's sake!

Even the way he cleared his throat had my drool returning. just how much I desperate I was again?