It's him again... (Part 1)

Ding Dong, Ding Dong,

'It's past midnight, and I'm tired. Is he home? '

Every time I come home, I feel anxious about whether he will open the door and be awake waiting for me. 

But what am I expecting from him? He must be asleep now that it's past 12. The bar was jam-packed, and all the orders kept piling up. Luckily, the boss anticipated that there would be an overflow of customers coming in since it's Friday, so she hired some additional part-timers to help around. 

A year ago.

"Hmmm... Are you sure you want to be a part-timer here? Some days were not that busy, but there are days that the bar is full of customers. But if it's okay with you working with a drunken load of shxtty people, then you're hired." She snickered as she huffed and puffed her vape, making a cloud of smoke.

"Yes. I'm quite diligent with my work ethics and etiquette."

"Good then you're hired! Come by at around 9:OO PM. That's when we open. Just use the back door on the right side." 

She gave me the directions to where the back door is located with here smooth hand movement. I could hear someone giggling from behind.

"Yeah, you won't miss it because there's huge signage saying it's the back door." He second-demotioned while giving me that 'New hire' look with a smirk. 

"Nice to meet you! I'm Niccolo Machiavelli from Italy; I'm a part-timer here. My English is bad, sorry," he said. 

"You can call him Niccolo for short; he's very popular here with the college students. And I'm Alejandro Del Rosario, bartender slash bouncer, and you are?" 

I guess this place is quite different from the usual places that I work. First name basis, and to top that, the boss is somewhat easygoing with her employees. 

While I was pondering the new environment that I'm going to work for, in the background, Jubilee was being scolded by her girlfriend for slacking off.

"Hello, Alejandro, my name is Cattleya El Bridget." I introduce myself shyly. 

Alejandro was standing there carrying some cabbages and stuff that was needed in the kitchen, waiting for my response. "Good! Good! See you later." 

Back in the present.

I took out my spare key from my pocket and opened the door and slowly closed it, then tucked my shoes in the side and saw his new pair of Snickers. I just chuckled at the sight of him buying brand new shoes while I'm all rugged and can't even afford to buy a new pair of flops.

Who am I kidding? I leaned over the countertop and just silently laughed at my stupidity. How much does it cost again? How many pairs does he own? He spends money like splurging left and right, but here I am paying his debt like a slave! 

He couldn't even cook a decent meal much—not even left some for me. Why can't I just run away too? All I could do is weep on my own in the far back corner of this dimly lit room where the lights keep flickering. 

The door to our room was ajar, and I could see that he didn't have it rough, unlike me. I opened the fridge to see that he at least bought a pizza for me to eat. 

Took out the cold pizza and put it in the microwave to heat it up. Then I placed my old age bag that he bought for me when I graduated from college on the table, and while waiting, I kept asking myself. 'I'm slowly withering away in this desolate place. Was I really to blame for this, or where did my youth go? ' 

Even if I spent my entire day searching for what I already had lost, I wouldn't be able to retrieve it. 

I ate the stale pizza alone in that miserable cramped space called home.

Next morning. 

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask this: don't you have decent underwear to wear? I mean, look at this..." 

"If you stop spending money left and right, maybe I could afford a little bit of luxury once," I muttered to myself.

He didn't react; I guess he didn't hear me. Axel isn't a violent person; he detests men who physically abuse their wives and kids. That's the only redeemable side of his that I like still.

He came up to me, sat down behind me, and wrapped his arms around my waist, signaling me with kisses here and there to make love to him. 

"It's been months since we last had sex. I missed you, Leya. Your boobs are still as firm and voluptuous as other women of your age." He praised me here and there as he kneaded my breasts with his both hands. 

"I'm tired. Let me rest. It's rare for me to have a break," I said while begging him to stop. He didn't stop and continued to sexually aroused me in every corner of my body. I could feel his hand parted ways with my breast, and then he slowly found its way inside my camisole. His hand was warmly caressing my abdominal area, where my most sensitive part is. 

He then kissed me, craving my lip. He bit it lightly then proceeded to kiss me while using his tongue; it feels like he was searching for something inside my mouth. I tried to stop him from going further, but it was as if my body was craving his presence that I couldn't stop myself from moaning. 

He treated my jeans as an obstacle, so he tried to pry it open with only his left hand, but he was unsuccessful. He tried again, this time using both of his hands; he managed to loosen my jeans. Our heated conversation turned into an intimate bond, and as such, he slowly enjoyed teasing me down there between my thighs.

I couldn't regain my composure and just went with it. He latched himself to me, holding me tightly while burrowing his finger inside me. I felt defeated and succumbed to my lust; he was not content with one finger and added another one. The intensity of his movements became more apparent and more daring. I was trickling down there, but he didn't care; he was enjoying me. I could feel his hard crotch pressing me on the back. 

Axel was by no means inferior to other foreign men. He was big down there, and when I say big, he really has it. I could still remember when we first did it; his stamina was nothing to scoffed about that damn virility of his! 

"It's your safe day, right? We can do it raw today," he said while begging me with his puppy eyes. 

I was about to say that we could do it when his phone vibrated, and I could feel the vibration as well. He extracted his hand from my groin and gesturing me to be silent while licking his finger that was covered with my love juices. 

"Very well, sir. I'll be there before 8:00 AM with the report." 

The lustful look he had a minute ago dissipated and coldly told me that he didn't want to continue as he was not in the mood anymore. Displeased by his words, I didn't push it anymore and fix myself to work. 

On the weekend, when the diner is closed, I work in the cafe as a part-timer, mostly doing all the work. It was tiring a bit if there are lots of customers, but today it was not full, so the work load was not that bad. Mostly I would just clean the tables, mop the floors, and clean the window. The pay is good as well, and the best part is that, just like the bar, I could keep the tips that the customers give me.

"Hello again. The same order as per usual." 

And there's this weird young man who keeps ordering the drink of the day, even if it's bland or too sweet; he just drinks them. He doesn't just buy one; he sometimes buys all of the flavors on the menu. 

"What's the drink of the day today?" 

"Fuzzy marmalade with passionfruit bits." 

"That sounds interesting. I'll order two one for me and for you as well. And a slice of your most favorite cake as well, please." 

He would often order me drinks as well, even though I don't like it, but as good customer service, I just can't turn down his offer. I would smile at him and then share some of my nonexistent flavor of the day. 

"How about our new arrival? The chiffon de carrot cake. It's our best seller, not too overpowering sweet and not bland as well, just right in the middle."

He knew I was just ridiculing him, but he just goes along with it. I gave him a buzzer; once the order was up, I just pressed the button, and it will make a "ping sound" and vibrate. 

Stacey, the part-timer as well, told me that it's weird that he only comes by when I'm here Manning the cafe; when I'm not around, he doesn't even show up. I am curious as well, but it's not like his coming here because of me. I resumed my work and pressed the red button, signaling that the order was done and prepped. 

He leaned over the counter where the cash register is located, then stared at me uncomfortably, but it wasn't that bad; it's just a little tad creepy. 

"Sir! I came as fast as I could. Here I brought the flowers you ordered me to get." He ordered him as if he were above him, although he was young, and strangely, the middle-aged man didn't retort back; instead, he followed his instructions. 

"Good you're here. Gave the flowers to that beautiful Auntie there behind the counter. Tell her this and, oh, don't forget the card," he smirked as he ordered his subordinate to give the rose bouquet to the woman standing in the corner. I was flabbergasted seeing that he was really serious and took the bouquet and gesturing, "Thank you for the flowers." 

I placed the flowers on the side and pondered why he goes through all lengths to get my attention. 'Wait, is he trying to flirt with me, or is he pranking me? ' 

I didn't realized that this was just the beginning of his plain-as-day obsession towards me.