Forbidden love

"My God, what a beautiful girl,"

Flashback

January 27, 7 am. Today is a celebration at our dance club. This year I got a job washing dishes. Not my favorite thing but at least I don't have to be around people. There are always few people in the kitchen. There are only us who have responsibilities, but the best things happen here. You can hear all the gossip and everyone is friends here. And what I don't like is that when you walk out that door, everything stops. It's also where all the fun takes place. The kitchen is the most fun place to be during the celebration.
It's freezing outside. The snow is falling heavily and I think my fingers are going to fall off from the cold. I've never liked gloves, but now they would be nice. I arrived in front of our dance club "Aura". Of course I arrived first and no one was there. I pray that someone comes to untangle it soon or they will find me frozen. I'm wearing a black button-up sweater and jeans that are a little ripped, which is definitely not a good choice for this weather. The coat I'm wearing over it doesn't give me enough warmth at the moment as well as the boots.

The wind blows my curls in all directions and I feel my nose start to run. Finally the car stops in front and I see the coach coming to unlock the key. Thank God she came, otherwise I think I would have frozen to death. As soon as we get inside, we turn on the heating and I make coffee for us. Soon the others arrive and the room is filled with the loud murmur of people. We all repeat the tasks in front of us. I'm not interested in talking, I just want this to end as soon as possible.
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It's already afternoon and my hands have fallen off the dishes. But at least no one was bothering me.  I had time to clear my brain.
A sudden opening of the door interrupted my thoughts
"Can I have a whiskey glass?" William asked me
"Of course. Just a moment." I reach out to reach the class, but I'm not tall enough to reach the top shelf. I feel a hand on my waist and a hot breath on my neck. William reached over my head and reached for the glass. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye and he quickly retreats and disappears through the door. William is already a long-time member of the club. He is 35 years old and still dances. He was my coach for a period, at the very beginning of my career here, later he retired from the position of coach and remained only as a player. We never had any kind of close relationship. He seems cold and unfeeling, only a small few actually know him. What I like about him is that he always says everything to his face. He can't stand lies and scheming and strives to always be the best that he is. He has always been my role model when it comes to dancing, there is something about him that intrigues me.

The door opening again startles me. This time there are more older women who also play with us.
"We have come to help you," Alex emphasizes
"We are ordered to kick you out of the kitchen"
Jessica speaks
"Thank you, but there's really no need. It's not difficult for me."
"There's no such thing. Go outside and go hang out with people. They're all young, we don't belong with them," Olivia explains with a laugh.
Then I notice William at the door.
He just stands there and watches me.

"My God, what a beautiful girl," he said, never taking his eyes off me. A nervous smile spread across my face. He never praised me, I mean not in this sense. He would praise my steps and the way I play, but he never complimented me on my physical appearance.
The other women look at me

"She's extremely beautiful," Alex nodded

"A very beautiful girl indeed. Look at her beautiful smile. And those eyes.... A very beautiful girl" repeated William.

"Oh, thank you really" is getting uncomfortable. He's still looking at me when he jerks away and grabs the hem of his pants and leaves, tying something around the zipper.
I furrow my brows in confusion as I realize what happened to make me blush. Alex, Olivia and Jessica have already taken over the work so I leave the kitchen.
The room is already full of people I don't even know. I haven't been very friendly lately. I sit down at the table next to my sister.
"Are you tired cutie" he hugged me around the shoulders
"Uprooted, yes, but women came to replace me. Now I'm here."
"You two are sisters?" The curly haired guy across from me asked
"Yes "
"Are you twins"
"Oh yeah" I say smiling
"And which one is older?" He asked through a smile
"Oh, Maria is older by 3 whole years?"
He furrowed his brows in confusion, "Are you kidding me?
We both shake our heads. "You look exactly the same. I never would have said the difference was that big"
"Does that mean I look older or she younger?"
"So there you are. You look older, she looks younger, so you're somewhere in the middle. Wait, how old are you?"
"Fifteen" another surprised reaction
"Fifteen!" He open his mouth in surprise "You look older"
"That's what everyone tells me. I'll take it as a compliment. How old are you?"
"And you should take it as a compliment. I can be as old as you want. All as needed. For some I am 20, for some 18 and for you 15." he winked at me.
I smile. He's a really sweet boy
"Seriously, how old are you?"
"So I told you. 15." He has a beautiful smile
We continued to talk. His name is Jacob. Along the way, I met a few more people. All of them are from the dance club "Gold".
I actually enjoyed this conversation with people.

"I'll be right back" my bladder is already on the verge of giving in and I was really interested in getting up. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. And on top of all that, the toilet is occupied. Frustrated, I lean against the wall with the side half of my body. At that moment William comes to me.

"What was Katie" he stood across from me and took the same position as me. That nickname has stuck with me since coming here. He misremembered my name and now calls me that on purpose.

"Nothing. I'm waiting for the toilet."

"You were very diligent today. I will have to praise you at the meeting. I believe you are very tired," she says, twirling a strand of my hair in his hands. I can feel the alcohol already at this distance. For some reason I let him twirl my hair.

"Thank you. It's nothing. I certainly applied for this job myself.

"I ordered them to replace you in the kitchen. You have done enough for today. There are others here. They annoyed me when I saw that no one was helping you." He is still twirling a strand of my hair with his right hand while he grabs my hand with the other and brings it to his lips.

"There was really no need. Girls have already asked me if I need help and I refused. I like to work alone."
For some reason I can't look him in the eyes but that's why he's staring at me intensely.

"Look at me!"  He grabs my chin and makes me look into his eyes. A smile spread across my face and I felt a tingle all over my body. His gaze locked on mine.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are," he whispered softly. It seems to me that we are closer than a little while ago.

I feel my cheeks burning. Why do I react to him like that? That's not right. I'm 15 and he's 35. It's illegal.

"Are you waiting for the toilet?" I hear Jacob behind me. It startles us both and we turn around.
"Oh yes I'm waiting." I think I seem lost because I am
"Here you go then" he pointed towards the open door. I didn't even notice when the person who was inside came out. I quickly go in and lock myself. What just happened.  William and me. I'm sure I'm imagining it. He is definitely drunk. He wouldn't look at me that way. After all, he is 20 years older. It is impossible.
When I got out William was still in front. I just walked past him looking at him under the eye. He was already looking at me and I felt his gaze until I slipped into another room. I kept my distance from him until the end of the evening. I saw that he was getting drunker and drunker.

After a while, I noticed that he was sitting furiously in the corner of the room. He was alone and anyone who approached him would not stay long. My legs were cut off when our eyes met. I quickly looked away and pretended to listen to the conversation around me. And when I looked out of the corner of my eye, he was staring at me. I smiled. However, the anger in his eyes made my laughter fade. But his eyes softened and he winked at me and smiled. That put a smile on my face again. I had to go home soon.
The next day I found out what happened. A girl entered the toilet with him and wanted to satisfy him orally. He refused her but she took to taking off his pants. It completely threw him off his feet. Because she is still a minor, she does not want to be convicted of rape later. Everything was clear to me. That girl didn't even show up out of shame. Honestly, I wouldn't either. I can't believe she could be so miserable. The news quickly spread throughout the club. But worst of all, he didn't announce it to everyone, but she did. That surprised me even more, and I believe it also drove him crazy. Who knows what people will think of him now. We're going to Vienna on a tour  in a couple of days. It will be an interesting journey..