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Chapter 12: | Eat More That Enough Chapter 12: 1 Eat More That Enough Angelia

The light shined through the window and the traffic outside was just as loud as it always was. It was already

midday 1 guess. Although | was happy to work as a bartender, | hated sleeping the day away. It felt like | hadn't

done anything too useful in those days. What was worse was fixing my sleep schedule after every other weekend

when | worked at De Iceberg. Today is Sunday and tomorrow | have a second job to attend to, this one was a

waitress job at a small family cafe. Sdays, | just wanted to pull my blanket over my head and forget the

world for a little while but | couldn't, not if | wanted to save up money for my last year of college so | didn't have

to take too many shifts while studying. Yes, life was hard sometimes but no one could calllazy and that was

something at least. | had no plans today, no friends to hang out with because they all were probably hungover

and no boyfriend to snuggle up with while watching a movie. All | had was frozen pizza and't the internet. While

making food or anything that needed the oven, | had to open a window because if | didn't, the smoke detector

would start peeing like crazy after a few minutes with all the smoke the oven made. It sucked in the winter times

when it was already cold as hell in my apartment, it wasn't unusual forto dress in both a thick jacket and a

hat in that season when cooking. The small desk by the corner was both my dining table and my study **k. This

t| settled with googling all the Bdsm club in this city has to offer which were surprisingly many. Chewing the

simple, cheap pizza, | read about one club not far from here. It looked promising until | saw the rating and

reviews.

It was my first tvisiting a dungeon, if you could even call it that. It was filthy with condoms, rubbers

everywhere, dirt in every corner and an unpleasant host. Will not return." This club almost scaredoff in trying

to find a club forto join. Right at the start, | saw that there was no structure, no rules upheld. The men were

pigs playing at being dominants, though the women were better. It was more like an o**y than anything else. If

you are reading this, s Stay away from this club."

I didn't need to read more, | was definitely not going there. Clubs after clubs | searched, swere okay and |

wrote them down but none measured up to Pleasure Palace. It was disappointing even when | had steeled myself

for just that. Obviously, | couldn't find a club at the level within. my budget range, which was about ten dollars

because | am a student with books to buy, food and 1/3

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rent to pay. But still, | had f***ed myself over by going to Pleasure Palace first. Now, | know what was out there

and | wiwild have to settle for medidere. Slamming my laptop closed gently because |

1 uldn't afford a new one, | sighed and looked out at the darkening sky. | had spent hours and still only found a

few in the okay list. | haven't seen a single one that was affordable and that made my pulse speed up in

excitement. Maybe a trip to the mall and buying a bottle of red wine would help with the letdown I felt.

| threw on the first pants | saw and a hoodie, grabbing my key with a maze attached. | walked the short way to

the small grocery store on my block and by the t| arrived, it was already nine o'clock in the night.

"Angelia!" The woman behind the counter exclaimed as | walked in.

How are you, Linda?" | smiled at her.

She owned the store alone with her husband and | also saw her weekly as long as | had lived here.

"You know me, | am always good. And you, my dear? She narrowed her eyes at me, trying to see any changes

withsince | saw her a few days ago. "You are looking awfully thin. She mumbled.

You

am

fine, just busy with work." I looked around the store, only seeing two other people inside.

"Do you eat enough?" She looked atwith worrying eyes. | laughed and went to the isle with

the wine.

"| eat more than enough." | said over my shoulder, assuring her because if | didn't, | would wake up the next day

to casserole outside my door.

Believe me, it had happened once and | wouldn't ever tell her if | was low on food again. Her stew was delicious

but I didn't want her to worry about me. She was like a neighborhood gr taking care of anyone who might need it

and making sure everyone was okay. And she really did look the grandmotherly type with her hazel eyes and the

smiles that made a person immediately feel better because they were just that genuine.

And while she was taking care of us, we too were taking care of her. Last year, the windows to her store had

been tagged with racist sl**ts, all because of her skin color. Luckily she and her husband had been out of town

that day and those of us living on the block managed to clean it up so she didn't need to stress. Although not

before taking pictures for evidence to show the police.

As | placed the wine on the counter, she gaveher standard disapproving eyes which I ignored.

it

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| might have enjoyed a few glasses of wine every now and then but not so much that it was unhealthy

"You know, people say red wine is good for the heart." | said as | made the payment.

Hump fish is even better. She muttered

"Then both are even better than that." 1 bantered with a smile, teasing one out of her too even though her eyes

still narrowed a little when | bagged the bottle.

Wishing her a good night's rest, | went back home, walked briskly, looking forward to unwinding with a good

movie and a glass of cheap cabeSauvignon. | was just about to settle down on my bed, the movie ready to

play on my laptop when my phone buzzed. Placing the glass on my nightstand, | eyed the phone, trying to see

who was calling.

It was an unknown number that was shown on my screen and | knew better than to answer but at the same

time, what if it was the school? ****k it, | picked up the call. "Hello?" Hello?

"Hi, is this Angelia Hartwell?" A man was on the other line and my heart stopped for a moment. The voice on the

phone was so familiar, | felt like | should have recognized it but from where? , that is me."

Holy

my nis Riccardo Morgan. | am the owner of Pleasure Palace."

shit, | almost lost my phone from the shock of him calling. What in the hell could there be? Oh my goodness, |

hoped | hadn't broken any rules when | was there.

"Is there something | can help you with?" | was surprised when my voice cout steady, especially when

internally | was shaking.

"No, | am calling because a member of us wants to be your sponsor."

What?

what

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