Azura POV
1 Month Later
Nico and Loala went back to college and I went back to work. Paige did the exact same thing.
Apparently, Nico and his girlfriend broke up anyways. We became friends again. It wasn't the same but it was something at least.
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"Wake up Azura!" Paige shook me and I groaned not wanting to get up. It has to be at least 3 AM right now. "Whaaaat? I don't have to be at work until 6:30." I held a pillow over my head to block out the light and noise. "Yeah? Well it's 6:25." I have never jumped out of bed so quick in my life.
"WHAT? Why didn't you wake me up earlier dude?!" Ugh. I smelled disgusting. I was going to be at least an hour late to work. "I tried. You're a heavy sleeper so I gave up."
I didn't reply and I hopped into the shower making sure I'm smoothly shaven and washed up. Then I got out and changed into some work appropriate clothes and straightened my hair and no makeup on.
"Okay. I'm leaving now." I ran down the steps and sped all the way to the bakery. "Fuck fuck fuck... Timothy is going to kill me."
I saw a long line right outside the bakery and ran to the door getting my keys out. "I'm so sorry for making you guys wait everyone, I overslept without knowing." I unlocked the bakery and let everyone in.
'Maybe I can get everything organized and everyone's orders before Timothy gets here.' I thought while taking out all of the equipment out and letting everyone register their order online.
Right when I thought I'd be able to get away with this delay, the front door made the bell right above it ring loudly. "Azura..." I heard Timothy call for me and I had just taken everything out. I quickly grabbed my apron and dumped some flour and shut to make it look like I've been working for a while now.
He came to the kitchen where I was and I could see he was standing there with his arms cross and a disappointed face from the reflection on one of the bowls.
"What the hell is this Azura?" -Timothy
"I'm not sure what you mean Ti- Sir." -Me
"Did you open up late? Don't you dare try to lie to me." -Timothy
Here. I introduce to you, Timothy. He is my boss. The owner of this bakery. Also known as a dick. He seems to think he owns me. I don't know he's weird and tries to bring his bdsm personality in our conversations.
"Nope. I've been working for about an hour now. Im just now getting into baking someone's strawberry banana cake." I lie and hope he doesn't realize it. But of course, he does.
I feel a heavy presence get closer behind me and even press into me. Forcing my hips to press against the table where I'm working at. I wince a little at the pressure that was causing me a bit of pain.
"If you have been working for about an hour now, then why are all of the dishes and equipment squeaky clean?" -Timothy
"Because you have an excellent cleaning staff Sir." -Me
"Stop fucking lying!" He wraps a hand around my throat forcing me to look back at him. "You know I hate when you lie to me Azura!"
I try pulling away and give up. "Fine! I overslept and got here like 10 minutes ago. I-I'm sorry." He doesn't let go but instead forcefully bends me over the table and pulls down my pants and my panties. "STOP! What are you doing?!" I try pushing myself up but he holds a hand on my back holding me down. "I want you to count each one. If you don't I'll just restart." He told me. I was so confused. "Count what?"
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His Prisoner (DISCONTINUED)
Non-Fiction"Stay here, and behave like a good girl." He told you. You watch him walk away to go talk to a group of his friends. Were they his friends? You could never tell. You turn once more to make sure he isn't watching you, before making a run for it. Th...
