His One and Only Queen

Ch.13: Apologies, Tattoos, and Muscles Oh my.

Ch.13: Apologies, Tattoos, and Muscles Oh my.

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It's been about two months since the date and I've been avoiding Alessandro, especially Dante and Johnny when they ask questions about what happened and what's going on.

If I have a choice I don't want to talk about it.

The beginning was so much fun I was so happy and then it all came crashing in on me when he said those words to me.

I've been called a whore before by strangers and customer's spouses because they're husbands or partners would always come to the club and the partner would bust them.

But I've never been on a date before that was my first date and he called me a common whore.

It cut me, it still kind of hurt I could feel my chest tighten.

I took in a breathe deep and exhaled slowly.

What I hated so much is that I still wanted him but the pain in my chest would remind me that I shouldn't.

A week later after the date is when I started getting calls and text from him trying to apologize I still don't know how he got my number.

I switched sections so I don't have to take his orders I can't really look at him yet.

I still get the calls and texts but now he sends me my favorite flowers each separate and in every color you could imagine.

They were beautiful but he sent flowers everyday like clockwork always at 6 am.

I had so many that I had to start giving them away to the men and women in the building.

Mostly the men when they missed like the birthday, or anniversary with their wives they'd bring the flowers to ease her anger.

But the thing is all these men are good guys they just work a lot to get them out of here and get them a house that they've always wanted.

Or pay off debt.

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I was making my rounds getting people's orders in the cafe dealing with Anna's comments about the customers. She's gotten much better with respecting me and others around her.

Her and I had a long conversation a few weeks ago.

Anna had came in crying for the seventh time that month.

I sat her down with me and she just completely had a come apart in that moment.

She broke down telling me about how she doesn't have any body, and that her moms family disowned her and her mom because she married someone they didn't approve of because he wasn't born with money, and that her father became wealthy from his business and how he's making her take over his company, and how her mother has a cancerous brain tumor.

She had a whole lotta whole lotta going on.

She told me that for the past three years until now her parents were trying to find another way beside surgery and possibly chemo.

Nothing worked at times the remedies would do nothing but make her symptoms worse.

But they finally came to a decision to have the surgery.

She told me that her mother's doctors said she has a better chance at survival now that she's had the tumor removed and that she'll only need a year or two in chemotherapy.