Chapter 12

• Ashley
• My heart thumped against my chest as I and Emily scurried to get our aprons and fix our hair before serving customers who had already pilled in for their breakfast.
• We had slept past the raging alarm clock that threatened our sleep. Elena woke up first, her ears sensitive to the noise and she nagged I and Emily till we got to the bathroom. I hailed a cab for Elena while Emily struggled to take a quick bath in ten minutes.
• The early morning bustle was even more exhausting as we struggled to get the orders of the customers.
• "I meant a chocolate cake." A customer in her early fifties spoke up as she lifted her framed glasses.
• "We don't have that, ma'am." My eyes stared at the ground unable to look her in the face.
• "Maybe you could check or make one." Her voice turned desperate and persistent.
• I sighed heavily, "It's not my job to make one. The chocolate cake isn't ready yet, ma'am."
• "Oh but I can't start the day without one." She raised her hand in the air.
• I bit my bottom lip and stared at the queue that followed behind this woman. Impatient legs were stamping angrily, some were checking their watches desperately and this woman standing right in front of me was making my life hell.
• "Would you like to take a coffee and wait." I voiced out anxiously. That was the only option I could think of, the people in charge of making the pastries were quite slower as one of them, Damien was down with fever and the bakery kitchen was filled with noises and complaints.
• "No." Her tone was firm and determined.
• "Then can you skip the queue and come back later, please?" My hands were tightly interlocked behind my back, "Ma'am?"
• I watched her shake her head in annoyance before walking out of the bakery, silently cursing and I got the hint.
• She was never going to come back.
• "I'm exhausted." Emily whispered behind me.
• I chuckled lightly, "It's barely noon."
• I noticed that there were emerging wrinkles on Emily's forehead and rashes had found solace on her cheeks and the sides of her face.
• Maybe the break-up was taking a toll on her or maybe it was something else entirely.
• "Doesn't matter." Emily shrugged.
• My lips curved into a cheerful smile as I continued to take note of the orders while Emily served. It was a bit harder since we were just two at the counter.
• I reminsiced on my first day at the bakery. I was desperate to satisfy all the customers in the first few hours, smiling widely at them and listening to every concern.
• My eyes turned bloodshot when I caught a familiar sight entering the bakery. He still looked the same but a lot more muscular. His right arm balanced a doctor's coat while the other smoothened his hair.
• "Hey, Ash." I heard Richard speak. His deep voice was uttery sexy and it got me weak in the knees but this was certainly no time to drool over an ex. His clean chin enticed my eyes and his pink lips...fuck!
• "Still checking me out?" His voice broke me out of my deep thinking.
• "Obviously not." My lips turned straight and revealed a sad smile, "What do you want, sir?"
• "No need to be formal towards a ex." Richard exclaimed, "Just a coffee, please with extra sugar"
• "Okay." I promptly responded and then turned to Emily who had a perplexed look on her face, "Can you serve him a cup of coffee with extra-"
• Richard cleared his throat and my neck turned. My lashes batted at him, demanding him to speak.
• "I'll like you to serve me. " He gesticulated with a finger pointing at me before walking away to sit at a deserted spot in the bakery shop.
• "Is he trying to flirt with you?" Emily laughed in my ears.
• "Considering the way we broke up, I fucking hope not." I heaved a sigh. A sigh filled with nervousness. My hands trembled as I tried to balance a small plate with the cup of coffee over it.
• "Are you okay, Ash? You seem nervous." Emily asked, concern evident in her voice and the way her brown eyes stared through me as if telling me that there was no point serving Richard and bending to his will.
• I smiled briefly at Emily, my eyes telling her that it was all alright even though the racing of my heart told me it wasn't. I was seeing Richard after a year and a half. He made it perfectly clear that he wanted nothing to do with him and here he was, working into my workplace, pretending as if we were meeting for the first time.
• I took two buttons off my shirt, revealing a ample size of cleavage as I walked with his mug of coffee.
• "Here's your coffee, sir." I shot a fake smile at him, displaying my teeth, "And it's Ashely, sir"
• I balanced the cup of coffee on the table, still smiling but my eyes held a little peck of sadness. I watched as he groaned, noticing my cleavage which was directly in his view of sight.
• "Fuck, your tits got bigger." Richard whispered, his lustful gaze raking all over me. I felt a tingling feeling in my core as I felt him trail a finger from my knee to my inner thigh.
• I felt numb and stupid. Why wasn't I yelling or cursing out at him?
• I was supposed to stick to the plan I had in my head which was to throw the coffee on his white starched shirt and ruin his day but why was he still having that effect on me?
• A stifling moan escaped my lips as he thrusted his fingers further. No one in the bakery could see what we were doing as anyone in his or her right senses would assume that I was probably cleaning the table, per his request.
• "Fuck, Ash." His voice turned into a whisper as he gently squeezed my chest, his other hand trying to circle my clit.
• And that was when I realized that I was certainly crazy. My ex-boyfriend was literally touching me at my workplace and I was allowing him to.
• He removed his fingers and licked them one by one which turned me on, unfortunately.
• "My car is just right behind the fried chicken shop. We got a lot of things to talk about." He whispered into my ear before drowning the entire coffee which had began to grow cold, "See you in five minutes, Ash."
• I retreated and walked towards the counter, still stunned by the events that happened.
• "You okay, Ash?" Emily asked while holding a plate of pie in her hands.
• "Yeah." I forced a reply while dipping my trembling fingers into my apron.
• And then I sauntered forward, briskly into the staff toilet and began to walk around, asking myself the crazy question
• What do I do?
• Do I go to his car and talk????
• I knew we weren't going to talk. All he wanted was a quick fuck from me. I raked my hands into my blonde hair and stared at my reflection through the mirror with conflicting and difficult decisions blinding my thoughts.
• *****
• I had barely entered Richard's car when he began to grope my tits through my work clothes.
• "What the fuck?" I muttered.
• "What are you saying, Ash. You agreed to this." Richard retreated a bit, his eyes still hovering over my chest.
• I swallowed a lump that had found it's way into my throat.
• "What happened at the bakery was a fucking mistake. You said we were going to talk in your car so let's talk. Spill it out."
• "You moaned, Ash." Richard started with a chuckle, "You were wet."
• "Only because you touched me." I retorted.
• "Or maybe you missed me." he whispered, reaching out to touch my cheek but I cut him off, slapping his wrist.
• He then placed his head on the headrest of the car and sighed heavily.
• "I miss you, Ash. I miss us." he spoke.
• My face countered something worse than confusion. It held disgust and annoyance. My hands balled into a fist, unable to believe his words.
• "No you don't, you just want to fuck me " I muttered.
• "Ash-"
• "How's your receptionist, huh? Did she stop fucking you?" I let out a quiet sigh.
• "I didn't come here to talk about the past, Ash." Richard started.
• "Neither did I." I responded with a firm voice, "So why don't we skip all this bullshit and never see each other again?"
• "Or maybe we could just fuck?"
• My hands slowly recoiled from the door handle of the car, my head slowly turning to meet his gaze.
• "What?"
• I couldn't believe that was all he could say. I expected it obviously but he didn't even try to apologize about the way we broke up.
• That day, he yelled at me when I asked him to give a damn explanation and all he kept saying was that I was suffocating him and clinging so hard to him.
• He broke my heart into a million pieces, he didn't even stop when I began to sob and bang my knuckles against my apartment rug. He kept walking relentlessly and now all he wanted was just....a fuck.
• What a crazy son of a bitch.
• I decided that if at least, he didn't feel sorry for hurting my feelings, then he shouldn't be bothered if I hurt his too.
• I spread my legs, riddling up my skirt. I smiled at him and sensed the hesitation in the way his eyes stared at me. I nodded and that was enough for him. His fingers dived quickly into my panties and he thrusted a finger and the sensitive spot between my legs throbbed painfully, making me clench my thighs to alleviate some of the pressure. I wanted more-
• I knew that I probably looked like a slut but I needed it to...make him pay. I hadn't been fucked in a while. Maybe masturbated alone in my apartment but a man touching my clit in years, nope.
• I clenched my fists together to keep them in place. His fingers pleasured and coaxed a thick gasp from my lips. My back arched as he fingered me, twisting and rolling my bundle of nerves in his fingers. He licked my throat and stroked my clit, while I moaned and started to press against him in rhythmic motion.
• "Fuck, you smell nice." Richard muttered as he raised my legs up, wanting to get a taste of me.
• And that was when I knew I had him hypotized. He didn't even know how foolish he was, demanding pussy from his ex. I cringed as I watched him lubricate his lips with his saliva.
• He was about to bury his head into my inner thighs when I quickly dropped my legs and I was met with a disappointing look on his face.
• "What?" I feigned ignorance and began to adjust my panties and skirt.
• "Ash." He moaned, "I'm fucking hard. Look at me." He pointed to his prominent bulge that was threatening to fall out from his trousers.
• "Did you forget that you broke up with me, Richard. How low would you go for a fucking pussy?" I berated him with a sharp yell.
• "Did you just play with me, Ash? You know I hate that." His voice also began to get higher.
• "I don't care and you know what." I raked my eyes all over him, "You are the clingy one who does not realize the meaning of what you did, two years ago."
• "The past is in the past. Let it go." he placed a desperate hand on his forehead.
• "I decide to let go of the past, dumbass. You don't get to tell me what to do. Not now and not over. You got your five minutes of pleasure, now leave me the fuck alone." I thundered, letting my voice bark at him.
• "What is wrong with you? You were the one came to me with half your tits out." Richard asked.
• "I just wanted to show you what you've been missing and I guess I did." I grinned widely.
• He rolled his eyes and then reached to grab my tits.
• "If you touch me, I'll scream. I swear to God." I batted my lashes at him.
• "You wouldn't dare." Richard chuckled.
• I held the hand that was desperate to grope and roam my flesh and I responded;
• "If you touch me, the only title you'll hold apart from being a doctor which you'd most likely lose, is a sexual harrasser."
• I wanted for his lips to open but it never did and then I jumped out of his car.
• While re- adjusting my shirt button, I spoke again, "Goodbye, Richard. You'll never find anyone like me."
• And with that, I blew him an invisible kiss and began to walk away. I knew he was utterly pissed as I heard him grunt and mutter, "Fuck you"
• I entered the bakery, not surprised to see it empty since it was just past eleven am.
• "Did you talk to him or did you fuck him?" Emily's voice came from behind the counter as she shot me a wink.
• With my elbow on the counter, I replied, "Well he fingered me."
• "Shit." Emily countered, "Why would you-"
• "Let me finish." I cut her off with a wave of my hand, "And then he was about to lick me, then I stopped him and made him look like a fool."
• "Oh, damn." Emily spoke, "So you...
• "Yeah, I got my pleasure while he got shame instead." I completed.
• "But are you okay?" Emily asked with a half smile on her face.
• "Why wouldn't I be okay?" I asked with a shrug.
• "For a start, you haven't seen him in a year and then he pops into the bakery and wants a fuck from you and you then...let him touch you-" Emily ranted while gesticulating with her hands.
• "Well for a start, I was horny." I confessed with a laugh, "And I thought he was going to apologize and maybe we could be cool but you know what, Richard is one hell of a scumbag!"
• "I agree. I'm just glad you're fine with everything." Emily let out a sigh of relief.
• "Did anyone-"
• "Oh my gosh." Emily exclaimed and I whipped my head around, wondering what made Emily star-struck.
• I was met with a dazzling sight of a man who looked like he was created by an artist.
• His jawline was sharp, his lips thin and so freaking pink. His hair was coiled to perfection and his casual wear made him more enticing. His bulging biceps caught my eyes and I found myself drooling over him.
• "Hey, ladies." I heard him smile while adjusting his spectacles, "Remember me?"
• Why did his voice seem so familiar?