The Rich And Bold

Ezra Bamford

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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

TRACY

I worked as a part-time maid for a couple of families who did not want a live-in maid, but I only cleaned and did laundry, I did not cook.

It was both a rewarding and demeaning job depending on where I found myself working. most of my clients were okay to work for, and some were just evil. One day, one of my clients tried to get sexual with me and I defended myself. He gripped my wrist when I tried to run out, but I had also been shutting the door at the same time so the heavy mahogany hit it painfully and it bruised. I pushed the door to hit his face and that was when I was able to break free and run. I had never been there since, but before it healed up I got several pitiful looks from people who thought I was either suicidal or being abused. I even had people walk to me to attend their group meetings so that they could save my life.

Scarlett also probably thought that I was in an abusive home or being severely hurt by Ezra. Although he bullied me, he never hit me. I tried, on many occasions, to defend myself from him, but it always resulted in threats about my dad losing his job, and we needed the money. We had extended family that lived off of my dad. They were incapable of keeping themselves afloat even with their monthly salary. They gave birth like rats, which increased their financial burden. It was bad enough that two of my thirteen-year-old cousins had a son and a daughter.

It was because of that that I started cleaning for people in the first place. It brought in quick money that I was saving to be able to go to college and get a much better life for myself. My dad could not pay my fees because of the financial strain on him; hence the reason Ezra's father sponsored me. His dad was fond of me and my dad because my dad had been loyal to him for 20 years. However, if I did not work to secure my future, I was surely going to end up as a maid or waitress, or even worse a prostitute. Those three had practically become family professions. I could not ask Mr Bamford for an after-college job because his son would eventually inherit his vast wealth and make my life miserable, since he had hated me for some reason. I needed to navigate my way to success somehow.

Scarlett had managed to drag me to her house after school so that we could get ready for the party together after I had told her that I had nothing to wear. The goal, according to her, was to look sizzling. It was against some stupid social law to look mediocre at a club or party. I would have preferred to stay home and Netflix if Scarlett had not profusely insisted. She was my first friend so why not?

We were in her closet trying to look for outfits for me. Everything we picked out was tight since she was so damn skinny, but she was positive we would find something.

"Yes!" I heard her gasp and I turned to face her.

With a wide grin, she pulled out a white, short, figure-hugging dress and threw it at me.

I hoped it would fit. Without looking at it, since I was tired of trying on and taking off clothes, I put it on as quickly as I could. It was a little tight, but it was manageable, and it brought out my curves. The front was open, so I looked for the zip or button to close it but there was none.

I heard Scarlett snicker in front of me and I looked up.

"What?"

"You can't close it, that's the style."

My eyes widened and I turned towards the mirrored walls.

The dress had the deepest neckline I had ever seen. It was in the shape of a V and ended above my damn navel. Don't even get me started on the length. It ended a few inches below my damn butts. You could see the sides of my boobs. I couldn't even wear a bra.