My Forced Husband// Tom Kaulitz (sequel 2)

Bakery.

{PLAY THE MUSIC ⬆️ PLEASE 🥰😻}

Rain pours heavily from the sky, rainfalls pattering down from the roofs that collected it up.
My thick shoes dig into the muddy ground, leaving deep, visible footsteps trailing behind me.
I tug on the hood of the raincoat to ensure it weren't to come off anytime soon, as it was the only thing protecting me from the harsh weather.

-And the only thing protecting me from getting my identity known again.

- - -

-Y/N'S POV-

"I doubt I'd find love again, Maya." I mutter whilst looking at the figure hidden away in the corner.

"We both know that you can't get over him, even though it's been two years already." She remarks.

I sigh, looking down at the counter whilst deep in thought, "What if it's a sign for me to switch jobs?"

She shrugs her shoulders, "I'll always be with you no matter what job you do."

"Y/n?" A voice speaks from the doorway, "Who are you talking to?"
It was my manager. With grey streaks in his hair that was tied up in a messy man bun and a beer belly that poked out through his chef suit, I could honestly see why people wouldn't want to come over to visit the bakery even when the food and drinks were still decent enough.

"Just talking to myself.. again." I murmur under my breath, picking up my table cloth before wiping away at the dirty surfaces again.

"Mental girl." He comments quietly before walking off back into the kitchen.

"I'm definitely quitting." I whisper, trying to discreetly get a glimpse of Maya just to realise she disappeared again.
I've always wanted to quit. But I never had the nerve to do it and it was only because I was afraid of what my manager would think or behave if I broke the news to him.

I glance at the clock hung up on the wall, reading 9:50pm. That was another thing I hated about this job- my phone was always confiscated during my work hours to prevent any distractions. But what distractions did I have when I had no one to message anymore?
It was time I got a new job I guess, I could really push myself to get out there and socialise more and you know.. maybe meet someone new.

I take off my apron, carefully folding it up and heading over to the staff room to put it away.
"Done with your shift?" His male voice questions. I turn around to face at my manager, nodding my head. "It's 9:50pm." 
He scratches his stomach before letting out a tired yawn. "Okay, I'll see you for tomorrow's shift then." He says carelessly.
Without even saying a goodbye nor a goodnight, he ponders off towards the exit door.
"I was actually gonna tell you that I was gonna quit."
He halts his steps, turning around to look at me. He chuckles as if he was amused or taking the mick out of what I just said.
"Then go." He spits out, "No one else is gonna take a prick of a girl like you anyways."

I clench my fists, "As if I care. You don't even pay me for the extra hours you force me to do." I blurt out in disbelief, "A high ego from someone who rarely ever gets any customers? Doesn't make sense."

"Fine. You're right. Girls like you belong doing jobs in prostitution anyways- but don't ever come begging at my feet to take you back in."
I ignore his words, storming out of the disgusting room before grabbing my bag and heading out.

I walk out of the bakery, the doorbells chiming as I leave. I sigh as I watch the heavy rain patter down aggressively against the concrete floor knowing that I had to walk home.
I clutch onto my bag before hurriedly pacing my way for the next 15 minutes to get home.
On my way, I stare up at the midnight sky like I've always did, admiring the full milky moon which brightened the whole darkness along with the sparkly stars that stood by its side. I was smiling at it just like how it seemed to be smiling back down at me, comforting and supporting me for what I just did- telling me that it was gonna be okay.

- -

The water from my clothes seep out into the carpet under me, but I was glad I was finally at home in the warmth that supported my cold body.

I heave myself upstairs to get myself out of these drenched clothes and replace it with something fresh and cozy instead.
I strip myself away, drying myself and my hair with a towel before slipping on a soft pair of night clothes.
My stomach growls in hunger, making me realise that the last time I even ate was at 4am. And no, my manager neither gave me food during my breaks despite it being a bakery. But I was still glad and lucky that I managed to get myself out of that toxic environment after sucking up to it the whole time.

I lay back on the comfy sofa with a bowl of nachos placed on my lap. I bring my hand to my mouth before chewing away at the snack whilst using my other hand to turn on the TV with a remote.

"Today's news in Las Vegas is followed by a man in the name of Matt Brooke whose been found to be dead in the exact bakery he has owned for 25 years. With no evidence nearby, police are struggling to find potential suspects who might be the cause of this disaster but due to Matt's conditions, detectives are starting to assume that he may have died of suicide after a suicide note was found in the pocket of his Jeans mentioning how he thought his life was extremely disastrous and depressing."

I drop the nacho from my fingers, my mouth gaped up in realisation that it was my ex-manager they were talking about. The same man I was having a perfectly normal conversation with just a couple hours ago.
I couldn't deny that I was starting to feel guilty.. What if the reason he acted rude all the time was because he hid his feelings and emotions away so much to the point where it bolted up ?
I settle my bowl of nachos down onto the coffee table after losing my appetite, turning off the TV before heading up to bed.
I needed to remind myself to handpick a bouquet of flowers from the garden field to place in the bakery. After all, he was the first one to give me a job since I moved here.

I get myself snuggled into my bed, trying not to think about the fatal and upsetting death of someone whom I've always hated.

-

I wake up, the sound of my alarm clock piercing my mind. I groan, eagerly slamming the device to shut it off.
With sleepy eyes, I get up from my bed to head over to the bathroom to wake myself up for the day and get cleaned up.

I then grab some clothes out of my draw, dressing up in a mini skirt and a simple laced top before applying makeup and perfume. I had to give good impressions if I wanted a job at a high- status night club.
I check myself out one last time in the mirror, giving myself some reassuring words before heading back downstairs to make my way to the club.

Walking outside, I felt many stares burning through me but I just had to adjust and keep going- especially when I could see the club coming to view at last.
I hesitate for a second whilst standing outside the entrance of the building, yet my hands were still capable of acting for me, pushing the door open and leaving me no choice but to enter.

Despite the blocked off walls hiding the main club, the loud upbeat music still leaked through, reminding me of the last nightclub I went to...with Tom, Bill, and.. Clide.

"How can I help a pretty girl like you?" The man behind a desk asks, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I was uh- wondering if you had any availabilities for hire at the moment?"

He stands up from his chair, coming out from behind his desk before taking a scan at myself and my body. I felt uneasy but I knew that I was gonna have to get used to this if I wanted to work here.

He grabs some papers from the back of his desk, handing it over to me.
"Sign these and you'll be able to work no later than the end of this week."

I hold my breath, taking a hold of the black inked pen that he held out for me, before scribbling away at the signature boxes.
He instantly takes the papers away from my sight, smiling at me.

"Tomorrow at 6pm til 2am- your shift starts."