Please Forgive Me

Chapter 22 - Madison

This time instead of staying in bed and Maxon leaving, I get up with him.

"Are you sure you want to work?" He asks me as we lay side by side, his arms wrapped around my torso.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

He sighs and drops a kiss onto my forehead. "This is your choice. But if you start feeling as if you will burn out–"

"I'll be fine." I kiss his stubbled jaw and he pulls me closer to him until I'm on top of him.

"I worry, beautiful. That's all."

"Well you don't need to. It's only for a few hours anyway."

"Alright, if you're so sure."

"I am. The owner and her granddaughter are very nice."

I make a pouty face at him and I hear him let out a hearty chuckle. "Mi amor," He slaps my ass and I yelp. "Quit that or else I'm going to use those lips for something else."

"No sir! Not right now!" I jump up off him knowing very well he was hard and run into the bathroom. "I'm going to shower." I shut the door closed behind me and grin when he lets out a groan.

This has been a great start to the day.

***

"Good morning." I make it to the cafe shop five minutes before I'm due to start my shift and Laila is already waiting inside. "Hey Madison, good morning! You're in an awfully chipper mood this morning."

I shrug. "Let's just say I have a boyfriend back home whom I love and he makes my day better before it even starts."

"Aww, is he hot?"

All I do is grin. I'm not going to let the world know I'm dating a football player. What's the point? He's a man like everyone else.

"You can say that."

"Now I'm curious."

"Ladies, enough of that chit chat. Come help me put the trays of baked goods on display!" Mrs. Mae shouts from somewhere in the back.

Laila hands me an apron with the shop's name on the front and a tag with my name.

"Wow, you all work fast."

She shrugs but grins. "The perks of being a small business."

We go into the back and we pick up the trays of goodies.

We go back to the front and display them and Laila announces that she will now open the shop.

"You can be at the cashier. You know how to operate a POS system right?" She asks as she walks toward the door.

I nod and she sighs with relief. "Thank God. Someone who's not stupid for once."

One of our other co-workers, Chris, chimes in. "It's not my fault I pressed the wrong button."

She rolls her eyes at him and opens the doors with a grin.

Men and women dressed in business suits come in. I put on my best smile and take their order as Laila guides me through it.

It isn't as difficult as I thought it would be. She tells the customers to be a bit patient considering it's my first day.

Some of them––the men especially––look at me for a bit too long I fear they

may recognize me.

Thankfully, none of them make a comment, instead wishing me good luck on the first day. I thank them and Laila doesn't seem to notice. Thank God.