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Chapter 12: I 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 I was happy to work as a bartender, I hated sleeping the day away. It felt like I hadn't done anything too useful in those days. What was worse was fixing my sleep schedule after every other weekend when I worked at De Iceberg. Today is Sunday and tomorrow I have a second job to attend to, this one was a waitress job at a small family cafe. Some days, I just wanted to pull my blanket over my head and forget the world for a little while but I couldn't, not if I wanted to save up money for my last year of college so I didn't have to take too many shifts while studying. Yes, life was hard sometimes but no one could call me lazy and that was something at least. I 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 I had was frozen pizza and't the internet. While making food or anything that needed the oven, I had to open a window because if I 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 for me to 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 time I settled with googling all the Bdsm club in this city has to offer which were surprisingly many. Chewing the simple, cheap pizza, I read about one club not far from here. It looked promising until I saw the rating and reviews.

It was my first time visiting 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 scared me off in trying to find a club for me to join. Right at the start, I 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, I was definitely not going there. Clubs after clubs I searched, some were okay and I wrote them down but none measured up to Pleasure Palace. It was disappointing even when I had steeled myself for just that. Obviously, I couldn't find a club at the level within. my budget range, which was about ten dollars because I am a student with books to buy, food and 1/3

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rent to pay. But still, I had f****ed myself over by going to Pleasure Palace first. Now, I know what was out there and I wiwild have to settle for medidere. Slamming my laptop closed gently because I

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

I threw on the first pants I saw and a hoodie, grabbing my key with a maze attached. I walked the short way to the small grocery store on my block and by the time I arrived, it was already nine o'clock in the night.

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

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

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

"You know me, I am always good. And you, my dear? She narrowed her eyes at me, trying to see any changes with me since I 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 at me with worrying eyes. I laughed and went to the isle with

the wine.

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

Believe me, it had happened once and I wouldn't ever tell her if I 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 I placed the wine on the counter, she gave me her standard disapproving eyes which I ignored.

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I 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." I said as I 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 I bagged the bottle.

Wishing her a good night's rest, I went back home, walked briskly, looking forward to unwinding with a good movie and a glass of cheap cabernet Sauvignon. I 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, I eyed the phone, trying to see who was calling.

It was an unknown number that was shown on my screen and I knew better than to answer but at the same time, what if it was the school? ****k it, I 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, I felt like I should have recognized it but from where? , that is me."

Holy

my name is Riccardo Morgan. I am the owner of Pleasure Palace."

shit, I almost lost my phone from the shock of him calling. What in the hell could there be? Oh my goodness, I hoped I hadn't broken any rules when I was there.

"Is there something I can help you with?" I was surprised when my voice came out steady, especially when internally I was shaking.

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

What?

what

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