Chapter 12

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Symphonique POV


You never realize you miss someone until that person is gone.

After that night I haven't seen or spoken to Daviano. Its been two weeks and I miss him so much. I tried calling him but it went straight to voicemail.

This night can't be doing this to me. Being a person that was a sex slave for so many years, its gonna feel like your going through a withdrawal when you finally can't have sex.

I tried relieving myself but no this works, vibrators nor dildo nothing freaking works.

I was going through sex withdrawal and I felt crazy.

Going to work was hard because after sleepless nights the boss lady really wanted me to come to work at 6 in the morning and leave at 11 in the night because the place was beginning to be more packed than usual and we only had three waitresses including myself.

Its like word that Daviano came here before and all of a sudden it was his favourite restaurant, so everyone should go eat there.

Its sad really.

I'm seriously beginning to think that he is ignoring me because of how I dealt with the money situation.

I really think he was being real petty.

I don't even see Mike following me around anymore. Like what's up with that.

Today I woke up with a mission. Imma find his ass.

I took a week off, Miss Ella, the boss lady knew I needed this and plus she starts interviewing people this week I'm sure she'll find some people.

Imma use my week off wisely.

Yesterday was Monday and I had decided to take Rain to the beach and Anna wanted to tag along after the beach, we watched movies and just had a great time.

Now today I woke up and baked some pastries.


Yes as you can see I was baking up a storm. I wanted to bring Daviano some at his workplace. Even though I was mad at him I still owe my life to him.

It took me a couple hours to get everything ready in a cute little basket o had. I even had extras just in case he wanted to eat some at home.

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I got dizzy just looking up at the damn building.

He was making a whole lot of money if he owned this.

The words Gonzalez were big on the building. I think that's what his last name was.

Walking in the building I immediately wanted to turn back. I was dressed in a skinny jeans that hugged my thick thighs and I was in a yellow blouse.

 I was dressed in a skinny jeans that hugged my thick thighs and I was in a yellow blouse

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Look your girl hasn't been shopping in a while okay. So don't judge me....this could hardly fit but I had to try.

These people look like some high class rich white people. They were looking down at me like I just jumped naked in !I'd and walked in here.

You can just tell what's going on in there minds.

"Hello I'm here to see Mr. Gonzalez",

" Do you have an appointment? ",

At least ahe wasn't acting all bitchy but you could hear the little disgust in her voice. As long as she was keeping it in I'm good.

" No I don't, ....buuuuut he did call my bakery shouting that he need some pastries now",

The idea just came to mind to lie. His demeanor told me that he liked setting people straight so obviously that's why I said he shouted. Hoping it sounded more him.

The look on her face when I told her was unexpected. The pore girl looked terrified.

"Lets go quickly", she grabbed me pulling me to the elevator.

" Please don't tell him I had you down her long that's why your late....make up another excuse please....she pressed floor 60", there's like 80 floors or something. Hmm

"And good luck your gonna need it hun",

Awmmmm well that went well.

This elevator ride made me queasy I didn't like at all. Yea it was my first time in one and it felt like shit.

The elevator opened and the whole floor was big and filled with people but they were so quiet and you could only hear one person.

And that was mister Daviano shouting at the top of his voice in what I think was his office.

No one even realized that I was in here.

It was crazy.

I walked up to the office door with Gonzalez on it and I think that's when everyone realized that I was in here.

I started to here whispers I turned around and everyone in there cubicle was basically whisper screaming at me to not go in. I looked at them like they were all idiots, he's not that scary.

I shook my head at them and walked in only to see something flying my way.

" Get Out!!",

"Holy Shit Daviano....what the hell is wrong with you, that could've hit me", I screamed at him.

Looking at him I realized that he's not the only one in his office and they looked horrified and he looked...well scary.

" Oh awmm, can everyone just give me a moment with Mr. Gonzalez for a second", I said to them and they practically ran the hell out of there, whispering thank you to me.

Once they were all out I placed the basket on his desk and started cleaning up the place.

Did I mention I'm kind of a clean freak.

"Oh my gosh, Daviano look at this office, were you trying to kill those people by throwing stuff at them, your suppose to be having civilized  conversations with your employees not trying to kill them", I spoke to him while taking up the things around the place.

After a few seconds I heard a thought clearing behind me and I got from the floor with books in my hand and turned around and that's when I bucked up into him.

I didn't hear him come up behind me. He was so close.

" Damn", I whispered.

"What are you doing here Symphonique?", he asked looking down at me with amusement in his eyes.

I looked down and answered.

" I haven't seen you in two weeks and you weren't answering your phone, are you that mad at me?", I asked having the courage to look him in the eye.

"You missed me?", he asked with a smirk.

Asshole

" Sureeee ", I said putting the books on his desk.

" I didn't answer because I thought you needed space and time to yourself", he whispered in my ears from behind.

"Well I didn't", I whispered back.

" So your gonna use your money now?", I nod saying yes.
If he owns this whole building, money is probably dirt to him. I'm excited to use that money now.

"Anyway I made you a lot of pastries",

" Sym, I have a lot of work to be...-",

I just took a pastry and shoved it in his mouth.

"Damn Sym, this is delicious", and that's how I got him to sit and eat.








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