Unexpected Love

Chapter 7 - Bailey

"What do you mean you won't let me sign the papers today!" I yell at the balding man behind the counter of what would be my soon-to-be bakery if he would just let me sign the damn papers.

"Mrs.Walker I never said I won't let you sign the papers, I said I simply couldn't." He tries to explain like he's making complete and utter sense.

He was talking gibberish. His potbelly was resting against my counter, his elbows laying on top of it rubbing his forehead like he has a headache. I'm about to give him something to have a headache over.

"Exactly you're withholding the papers from me. The only thing between my signature on that paper is you!" I all but yelled frustrated.

This was not my fucking day.

"Mrs.Walker- James starts, but I cut him off.

"No! Don't you Mrs.Walker me." I slam my hands on the white counter that I wanted more than anything for it to be mine. "You said if I could put up a five hundred dollar down payment, I would be able to sign the papers Monday. Well, news flash Mr.Sutherland it's Monday! And I have five hundred dollars in cash!" I heave, my breathing labored. My eyes narrowed into slits, waving the money in front of him to prove my point.

"You've been outbid."

I've been outbid.

Just my fucking luck.

Someone's actually trying to buy this place other than me. Someone was trying to steal my dream away from me. I didn't know whether I wanted to break something or cry.

"By how much?" I ask very curious about the number I would have to beat.

"Two grand." He states with a shrug of his shoulder. As if he hadn't just crushed my dreams. Crushed the very reason I was in Crescent Creek. I couldn't top two grand if I wanted to.

I was broke.

When I lived with my dad we were severely in debt. My dad's gambling problem was a problem that never stayed in the past. No matter how hard I tried to keep it that way. No matter how many times I begged him to stop. In the end, all the money caught up and ended up in my lap.

After he died, I gave up his apartment, sold his car, and gave all the cash we had to the men who were constantly threatening me over shit that my father did and all the money he owed. After I had paid all of his shit back, I ended up being short one person and what they wanted was my watch so I gave it to them.

I was done.

I solved all my dad's problems and what did I get?

A dead father and a sad bank account.

All I had was a couple of thousand dollars. Five hundred was supposed to be for the down payment and five hundred for the supplies and remodeling I would have to do. God knew I needed a job. I needed to get a job to continue to pay it off and remodel. I groaned in absolute heartbreak.

The store was small and quiet, that's why I loved it so much, I had so many different ideas I wanted to accomplish. I thought I didn't have to compete with anyone because it was such a small area. Nobody wanted a small store, everyone strived for large ones. Mainly because everyone had big plans and big ideas. Big plans, meant a big place. A larger place meant more money to put down.

While my ideas were small, somewhere deep down I knew they would be successful. If it was successful I would expand in the future.

I wanted a glass case embedded in the side of the counter. Pink cupcakes would litter the bottom shelf, while different varieties of muffins would decorate the top shelf. I wanted pink walls with white stripes. I wanted a white and light pink checkered tile floor. I wanted to brighten up the place. I wanted to introduce Pink to Crescent Creek.