The Girl He Craves

Chapter 29

Sophie’s pov

I parked on the side of the curb, my old car coming to a stop with a loud screech and a shud der.

“Dammit.” I snarled as I jab at the seatbelt to free myself.

Mila burst into fits of laughter as she watches me struggle with the seatbelt.

“Ha ha. Of course you’re all giddy and amused because at least you’re not stuck.” | groaned, jamming my fingers on the red release button on the seatbelt.

Mila taps her hand on the dashboard. “Mary is really about to give up on us.” She snorted.

I bought that car when I knew I needed my own transportation to bring Ash around. It was al ready old and looked ready to collapse, but it was at a reasonable price and that was all I could budget. It did the job anyway, even though half the time it’s a struggle to get out or startit.

“You’d think that naming her Mary she’d be lucky.” Thuffed, rejoicing silently when the release button finally works.

I was already contemplating if to grab a hold of the scissors I had in the compartment and just snip the entire seatbelt around me.

Mila giggled and then suddenly goes silent. “Uh oh.”

I snapped my head to her in confusion. “What?”

She nudged her chin slightly at the opening of the diner where I could see Ressa, Mila’s aunt and also Ria’s mom, bounding over here. Her black hair wipes behind her.

“Oh shit.” I winced when she knocks her knuckles on the passenger’s window. Mila rolls the glass down and it makes an awful screeching sound.

Ressa’s dark glaring eyes are more visible now as the dirty glass goes lower. “You two are late.” She snaps. “I’m here running this thing on my own. You know how busy this shit gets in the morning.”

“You know we have to drop off Ash first at daycare Ressa. We’re here now.” I said while look ing at the road behind me to be sure that a car wasn’t coming. When it was clear I opened the car quickly and got out.

“Oh right. How’s that little bugger? I haven’t seen him in a while.” Ressa chuckled, “I miss his cute face. You have to bring him here more often Soph, he attracts me more customers.”

“Leave it to you to still talk about getting more customers. You’re a living bank aunty Ressa.” Mila snorted as she got out of the car. The door screeches when she closes it.

child I’d already own a mansion. You

.

stick up the ass printed on your forehead either, but you sure walk like you have

out a giggle when Ressa sent Mila a death stare that had her throwing her hands on her

She grumbles, walking away from us. My eyes

“Hmmm. What do you know? She actually walks like she has one lodged up

little bell chimes. “Any

on amused looks at each other before

here.” Mila teased, stopping

my eyes dart to where

a man nearing age fifty-five and he had been a loyal customer for two years now. He was a very nice man and would talk to me about his home and

brown eyes meet mine

man was younger and not married, I’d definitely give him a chance.” Mila joked, turning around to fully face Mr.

“He can be your dad

said if only he was

the back where I was sure she was counting the money she just

pokes out her tongue at Ressa and turns to me. “Stick up her butthole lady is forcing me to do her bidding.”

table, 1 skated over to Bernard who was waiting for me

so much alike. Unfortu nately, I would never get to meet her physically since she was no

little notepad and then pull out the pencil behind my ear to write down his or der. Apart from how busy and noisy and a bit stressful working at the diner can be, the friendly

by a five year old who thought I needed a touch of red.” I pointed at the red stain that was still

while awaking his head.

I beamed and nodded.

he like the bunny I bought him?” He asked with high hope. Bernard met up with Ash countless times when Ash wasn’t in daycare yet and I had to bring him to work when I

nodded and smiled. “You have to stop

is nothing Sophie. Ash deserves more than that. I was actually planning to buy

shook my head quickly. “Oh no no no. You don’t have to keep buying him stuff Bernard, es pecially so

just want to do this for

eyes. “I’m not accepting it.”

Bernard only chuckles and grins, “We’ll