𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐕𝐄 - is a 19 year old girl who has been working for a woman named Sorinah, for two years now. And she's had the biggest crush on her since then. Her boss has yet to acknowledge the fact that She exists since her wife was the one to hire her...
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"We'll be fine line, We'll be alright." ~ Harry Styles
TRIGGER WARNING * star for when it starts, it's nothing too bad!
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☞WHAT happened? How did it get to me having to go on a date with him? He was like a senior citizen- well I mean he was like 58, but still.
That's old. I bet his dick was very wrinkly. I sighed at myself. What the fuck was going on with this family? I had put on a dress, the most random one I could find. Something that didn't show too much skin, one that I didn't really like.
My hair was down, I put lipstick on. Catrina was really excited for it. She was also really confused when I said I was going on a date with her dad, I told her I wasn't gay anymore.
It was the only thing I could think of. I didn't want either of them hurt. No matter how much trauma my own mother gave me, she was my mother. "Good luck." Angeline smiled softly. I nodded, seeing that Xandria couldn't even look me in the eye.
Catrina on the other hand was smiling, telling me that I looked great and that her father would love me. She couldn't read the room huh? Or maybe she could and was doing this on purpose? I sighed, I couldn't think straight right now, why would I think like that?
I walked out the door, seeing her father by the passenger seat with flowers. "You look amazing." He said, I nodded. "Thanks." I muttered. He wrapped his arm around my waist and I wanted to throw up so badly.
I wish I was joking but I wasn't. "I could rip that dress off you." He said, trying to flirt. His lips were close to my ear and I cringed, nodding. "I bet you would like that too."
Soon enough, we got in the car, I kept my legs as away from him as I could go. When we got to the expensive restaurant, he held the door open for me. And we soon were inside the restaurant. "Name?" The waiter asked. "Mark Carter."
The man instantly froze up and nodded. "R-Right this way." He said, and led us to the far back table. There were only a few people here, and I assumed rich. We sat down and he smiled. "What can I get you guys to drink?" The waiter said.
"I'll have whiskey, on the rocks. And she will have a mimosa." Mark said, speaking for me. "I'm not allowed to drink." Okay but when it comes to Xandria, it's one more year and I'm allowed.
He was just giving me horrible vibes, I didn't like them. "That's okay. A mimosa." He said one last time to the waiter who nodded and said our drinks would be out shortly. Mark looked at me with those gross eyes, leaning forwards, his hands on the table.
