"Ugh that dumb bitch" I dropped my bag from my shoulders and threw myself on the bench.

Sighing I looked at the time on my phone.

4:15...

When the fuck am I going get home.

If you're wondering why I'm complaining, well blame it all on my step mom.

She heard from my teachers that I was skipping class again and she literally made me walk home from school today.

I would have called an Uber but she convinced my father into freezing all of my accounts.

Sometimes I question why my father follows behind her skirt. She is literally controlling and evil.

Although the distance from my school to my house wasn't far, there was this big ass hill that I had to climb to get to my neighborhood.

My feet hurt so bad.

I felt as if I was going to die.

I swear I'll piss in her cereal tomorrow morning.

Breathing heavily I shut my eyes close but they quickly popped open when I heard a loud honk.

I frowned at the white Porsche along the road. The tinted window was rolled down revealing an old looking man with shades on.

One hand was on the steering wheel and the other gestured for me to go to him.

Standing up I walked up to the car and squated down. "Hi?"

I studied his features, he had a goatee beard and a balding head. He looked to be in his fifties.

I would have ignored him but I noticed the expensive looking gold watch on his wrist that caught my attention.

Now I wouldn't call myself a gold digger, but I do love being taken care of.

"You look like you need help gorgeous" he massaged his beard.

"I do actually" I smirked.

He dragged his tongue over his bottom lip as he stared at me. "Hop in, I'll give you a ride"

With that I grabbed my bag from the bench and opened the door getting in on the passenger side.

Fastening my seat belt, I felt bold. "What's your name?" I asked.

Keeping his attention on the road he answered, "Antonio" he said with a thick Italian accent.

"I'd rather call you papi. Is that fine?" Smirking I watched as he adjusted in his seat.

"Yeah s-sure" his voice uneasy.

Got him.

"Well then papi, my name is Samantha" I lied.

I really don't trust him to be telling him my real name.

Either way I'm still going to fuck him out of all his money.

We stopped at a red light and he turned his head towards me smirking, "Samantha, I like that. Where are we going Samantha?"

"Hmm" I thought. "I"m kinda thirsty, you can drop me off at the coffee shop downtown" I told him and he nodded.

I'm not dumb enough to show him where I live. I remember when some girl in my neighborhood told a man she met online where she lived and next thing he kidnapped and killed her.

Suddenly a large was placed on my thigh, stroking it lightly.

I glared at his hand with furrowed brows but he didn't notice since his eyes were glued to the road.

Getting too comfortable.

Seeing the little shop standing with bright colors I spoke up, "Here" I pointed.

Moving from the lane we were on, he parked just infront of the shop.

"Thanks" I was quick to unbuckle my seat belt and opened the door but froze when a hand pulled at my arm.

"Slow down sweetie" His croaky voice called out. Turning to him I forced a smile, "Yes?"

Biting his bottom lip, his stared at me like he was demanding something. "I want to see you again, give me your phone numbers"

Ah yes, I'm not surprised.

Obviously I'll give him my numbers but there's no way I'll do it without gaining something myself.

"Papi" I puckered my lips, "Nothing comes free in this world" I signaled money with my hand.

Hearing him chuckle softly he pulled out his wallet, "Of course" my eyes lingered on the leather poach as he pulled out five 100 dollar bills.

Jackpot.

As I was about to take the money from him he pulled it back and shook his head.

I sighed as he wasted my time. Knowing what he wanted I leaned my chest forward.

Reaching over his seat he pulled at my shirt and stuffed the paper bills into my bra before releasing me.

Memorizing my second phone's number I told it to him and he loaded it into his phone.

See I owned two phones, one was my personal one and the other was to give out numbers to men.

"I'll see you around baby" I almost puked at that word coming out his mouth.

"You too papi" I got out the car slamming the door shut and let a heavy sigh out once his car sped off.

"Fucking bastard" I hissed, removing the money from my bra.

This will be enough for an Uber and a milkshake.

Walking to the building I pushed through the glass door, hearing the bell above my head ring.

Taking in the smell, the memories flooded my head.

For as long as I could remember, my mother always took me out on Saturdays to go get milkshakes at this place.

We would watch the sunset through the window as we slurped on our strawberry drinks.

Memories like that always made me loathe the person I am today.

But like always, I accepted it and carried on with my life.

You can't undo what's already been done.

Right?

Finding an empty booth, I slid in and pulled out my phone checking all my notifications.

Most of them were new followers on Instagram and one was just a message from my dad apologizing for what his 'wife' did.

Rolling my eyes I locked my phone and shoved it back in my jean pocket.

"Hello welcome Buxley's coffee shop, can I get your order" a voice said.

"Sure, can I please get a- oh fuck" I stumbled on my words once I looked up at the waiter.

A sexy brown head boy stood before me.

My mouth watered as I stared at his well build body and captivating green orbes.

His sharp jawline that made him look manly and his beautifully plump pink lips literally made my pussy clench.

"I don't think we have those" he joked making my cheeks heat up.

Wait, what the fuck.

Why am I blushing?

I never blush.

"Sorry" I chuckled, "Can I get a large vanilla shake" I told him my order.

He nodded and wrote it on his small notepad.

While he was writing, it gave me an opportunity to look at his hands. They were big and veiny.

Fuck. Imagine those hands choking me.

Squeezing my legs together at the thought of him fucking me, he finished writing "It will be ready soon" he said before walking away.

Wow, what was that?

I'm not talking about the fact that he's a complete turn on, I'm talking about the fact that he my heart flutter.

It was so unusual because it's never happened before. It's impossible that a boy would make me feel this way, so how come he's doing it.

Collecting myself I sat up in my seat.

We don't simp Mia, we don't simp!

Maybe I'm just overthinking things. I'm the one that should have the upper hand, always.

And I will.

Waiting for my drink I thought of ways to make him fall for me.

Maybe I should drag him to the bathroom and suck his dick.

Or maybe I should just wait until his shift is over and let him fuck me relentlessly on his bed.

Since I was so lost in thought I didn't realize that he was back at my booth with a drink in his hand.

"Oh sorry" I blinked out of it and watched him place my drink on the table.

"No problem, enjoy your milkshake" he smiled showing his perfect row of white teeth.

Damn...

Sliding the drink closer to me, I brought the straw into my mouth and slurped up the thick shake.

Enjoying the flavors melt on my tongue I almost choked when I saw him take a seat across from me.

Raising a brow I looked at him confused. "What?" He smirked. "I'm on a lunch break and I didn't want to sit alone"

Cute.

"Okay" I shrugged my shoulders casually even though on the inside my stomach was exploding.

"I'm Matt, and you?" He asked staring attentively at me.

I would have just called you daddy but okay.

"Mia"

"Nice to meet you Mia" for some reason that sound more genuine than it should have.

I took a sip of the drink and decided on getting to know him more. "So, why a waiter?" I asked referring to his job.

I would never choose a job like this, the only thing I serve in this life is looks.

"Bills need to be paid, plus I enjoy interacting with others"

"Hold up, how old are you?" Even though I didn't mind age, I still wanted to know.

"17, but things aren't looking good at home so I just want to help where I can"

Aw, I like that.

"I want to fuck you Matt" I unconsciously blurted out. Realizing what I just said, my hand flew to my mouth.

I stared at him waiting for his reaction and surprising he just laughed. "Slow down, we barely know each other" he said.

"Yet" I said seriously.

He didn't respond and gazed into my eyes deeply like he was trying to figure out if I was joking or not.

And when he didn't see a smile fall on my face, he cleared his throat and stood up. "Well it looks like my break is over" he glanced at his gold watch.

"I'll see you around Mia" he slid out of the booth and walked out of my view.

Um... weird.

Feeling kinda bummed that our conversation was cut short. I finished my shake, exited the shop, and called myself an Uber home.

I might just come back here tomorrow, just for him.

It was nice meeting you too, Matt.

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