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I'm yn. A poor soul with no money or a house of my own. Yes I live with my parents and work part timer at my lokal bakery like any sane adult does. I'm 23 by the way. Yes. A sane adult. I have no idea what I'm gonna do with my life but I think I'll get somewhere someday.
My deams? Marry someone with money.
Just kidding. My dream is world peace and for everyone to be happy.
No one is eating that.
Money.
That's my dream for now.
Working at a bakery doesn't mean I'm not socially active. I do have friends. And no. They're not rocks. I have actual friends. Of flesh and bones.
And yes I do like someone.
Dun dun dunnnnn My childhood crush. Pretty basic right? Don't blame me sis blame the author. She sucks at writing plots.
Anyway.
His name is Douma. He's tall. Handsome. Funny. Shy at times. Dreamy. Has a job. Money. And no time for me anymore.
Sir really wanted to be a cop and now he's an officer. Well good for him I guess.
I wanted to be a doctor but failed my first year of college and now I'm stuck in a bakery.
At least I get free bread from time to time.
Anyway my shift is over so I can go home now.
"mom I'm home"
"mom?"
"hello? Anyone heree?"
Rare for mom not to be at the door when my shift is over. I walk to the living room and hear voices. Way more than usual. I open the door and peek in to see mom, dad and Douma?
What does he want here? God I'd forgotten how good he looks. The cop uniform fits him so well. Although I think it's a little small.
Damn you author for making me horny now. You should be ashamed of yourself.
"yn you're finally here, look who came"
Yeah mom how could I not see that blinding beauty in our living room.
"oh hey Douma almost didn't see you there. I was about to pass you"
Mask the horniness mask the horniness.
He gets up and comes in for a hug. How did this mf become a head taller than me in half an year that I didn't see him. Curse you cop school.
No bless the school bless the school they brought the man in shape.
"ynn how have you been"
He smiles widely and almost shouts when he says my name. As he hugs me his arms cover my whole head and shoulders. I have no other choice but to hug his waist.
He has a slut waist-
I try my best not to fall on my knees right there and then. My parents would think I'm a goner.
Which I am but they don't know it yet. They Should Not Know It .
He pushes me away but still holding my shoulders with his big veiny rough no hands yeah with his hands no more no less. Just hands.
"you've grown"
He says with that constant smile on his face. The audacity he has to dare and say that when he's grown a head above me. The little slut. If my parents wouldn't be here he would've eaten my slipper.
"you too"
I have no choice but to smile and nod.
"yn, we have to go on a business trip for a few days so you'll be alone for a while. Don't worry though you have Douma if anything bad happens. Call us bye"
Bless the basic ass plot.
My dad and mom walk out of the room like in command.
Thank you author, I appreciate it a lot. Seriously.
But now I'm alone with a super hot slutty man that I've liked since forever.
Really bless the basic plots they save lifes. Yn in this case. Call her however you like I'm too lazy to find an actual name for her.
