Finagled Love

Chapter 8

Abree's POV

I'm on my way to work when I feel two strong arms wrap around my waist. "How are you beautiful?" I try turning around to identify his face but his grip tightens, his touch is a comfort zone. "G-good" I stutter like an idiot.

He doesn't say anything back but starts to explore my body with my back still turned to him. "Have you been a good girl?" "Y-yes" I moan out wanting him to go further-

*BLARING SOUND*

"Ughhh." I sigh in irritation. Rubbing my eyes to check the time, 5:30 just great. Working at the library is fun, but it gets so quiet to the point where I almost fall asleep sorting books.

Getting up I put my clothes on and put my phone and charger in my front pocket, I really don't feel like carrying my purse so I just leave it. Walking towards the foyer I slip my sandals on and walk to the bus stop. I need to save for a car.

On the way to the bus stop my phone starts ringing. I check the caller ID seeing my mom's name.

"Hello?"

"Hi sweetie, how's your first day going?"

"Good." I laugh

"What's funny sweetie?" "Oh nothing, you asking me how my 'First day' is going makes me think about a little kid on their first day of school." She laughs a little sighing, "Well you will always be my little girl, no matter what day of school." "I know mom, I love you." "I love you too honey."

"How are you?" "I'm good sweetie. Are you okay?"

"Yes I'm okay, are you okay?" I know she's going to diss me, with some kind of bull crap.

I hear her sigh into the phone. "I'm managing, don't worry about me. You just worry about college and passing your exams."

By the time I hang up my bus arrives. It's 5:45 and it takes 5 mins to get to work. Once the bus stops at my stop I get out and walk inside of the library.

I got this job a few weeks before I started college, It was truly a miricale. The manager is very nice, at first he wasn't so fond of me but now, I think he's starting to be more friendly.

"Hey Bree, how's it going?" Eric says with a flirty smile. Eric is 19, a few shades lighter than me. He has curly hair with the sides cut off. 5'11 with a nice toned body. I believe he has a tattoo on the left side of his chest. I only saw it once when he was running topless a few days ago.

I desperately want to flip him off so bad, but instead I put a fake smile on. "Could've slept in more, but I'm fine, thanks for asking."

"Anytime for a dime like yourself." Not replying to the last comment I walk in the break room to clock in.

I have until 10 tonight, since it's Thursday. Today is my lucky day, I get to sort the movies. Sorting the books are fun but they're a pain in the ass. I mean how hard is it to put something back in the same place you found it.

This isn't a community library either, there are grown people that come to this library, it shouldn't be that hard to put the books back.

Walking out of the break room I go over to the movie section and get started. After a while Eric comes over with a smile on his face.

"Hey Bree do you need help?"

"No thanks I can handle alphabetizing movies, thank you though."

"I insist, we need to talk anyway." I scrunch my eyebrows together, clearly confused. "Of course..about what?"

"About you, and I."

"No offense but, I'm not interested in a relationship right now." I hope I'm not coming off too rude, his fault if I am.

"Look, I know you could use some extra money so why not just let me help you." "Excuse me? I don't know what type of girls you're use to, but I don't get down like that sir."

"I know, trust me I can tell. I just want you to give me one shot."

"I don't know Eric, you're my manager-" "Oh bullshit!" I don't say anything I just stared at him. I don't think Eric isn't attractive, I think he's a little edgy sometimes. He can have outbursts and not even care about the people around him. It's very concerning.

"So you're just going to stand there dumb founded?"

"You know what! I'm not going to think about it or give you a chance. I have been nice to you ever since I've gotten this job." I get up to put the movies in order and Eric grabs my arm. "Abree, I've asked you more than once about giving me a chan-"

"Is everything alright?" An older man asks. Eric let's go of my arm and smiles walking over to him. "Yes everything is fine, just helping her out with sorting things."

If my brothers were here, that'd be your ass.

The old man nods, "Can you help me find the 'Health area'?"

"Yes right this way." Before Eric leaves he mouths 'We will finish this later' to me. I rub my arm. Rolling up my sleeve a purple hand print is wrapped around my arm. Fuck..

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It's 9:50, I'm in the break room clocking out when Eric comes inside. "I'm taking you to your dorm I'll be in my car. Don't make me wait." "O-okay" I play quiet and innocent. You have me in every way fucked up if you think I'm riding home with you.

Once Eric leaves I sneak out the back door and begin speed walking to my dorm, it's a 10 min walk.

I'm 6 blocks away and I feel like I'm being followed. It's probably Eric so I walk faster. I start sprinting at the end of the block. This is why you should've worn tennis shoes dummy.

I'm at the steps of my dorm when I hear a car horn. I run through the door up the steps to the second floor. Getting to my room I take my key out and unlock the door.

When I walk into the foyer- I can't believe my eyes. I instantly freeze making eye contact with Mr. Sexy and Mya sitting on the couch.

"Hello Abree." Mr. Sexy says with a smug smirk. Mya is just as shocked as I am. "You know her uncle Dimitri?"

Wait..did she just say 'Uncle- Dimitri'? "Umm-uh-uhmm. I have to-to go." I walk towards my room when I feel a pair of hands on my waist.

"No more running babygirl."

It's now that I realize this's the man that emailed me. Ohh fuck.