My breath hitched as sweat began to pour down my body.
"O God," I whispered as I resisted the urge to rush to the back toilet.
"So tell me, it's been long since I heard of Eva. How is your relationship with her going?" Kyla said, standing up with the hot crispy loaves of bread on her tray.
"Well… I… we fell off," I struggled to say as I watched her calmly adjust her dress, my cock already begging for the warmth in those white panties.
"I thought as much," she said with a smile, looking at me as though she knew the answer to my question before I even gave my answer.
A chill ran down my spine as I remembered how I had shunned all her advances when she was newly employed.
What a loser I was all in the name of love. Just by looking at her curves now, it made me want to go back in time and give my past self a good knock.
I kept hoping deep down that she was still into me, admiring her as she went about her work.
Her ass jiggling up and down like it was a carnival.
Just as I was about to start up another discussion, I heard a tap on my counter.
After turning, I was met with a putrid smell like something straight out of a graveyard.
The figure before me was an old man with gray hair and torn clothes.
His hair looked brown with dirt and debris and definitely not something anyone would want his hair to turn to.
"Hello, please, I haven't eaten for more than a week. I need help, sir, please." The man spoke in a slow but solid tone as though he was ashamed but had no more choices.
With each word came more bursts of putrid scent so bad that I had to instinctively close my nose without touching it so as not to make the man feel bad.
"Sure, make yourself comfortable. I will get you a meal soon," I said, pretending to glance at the kitchen to avoid the scent.
"Thank you so much, sir. I am so grateful." The man said, about to step away.
"Wait," I said, glancing around to make sure no one was looking.
Then I pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and calmly put it in his hands.
"You can use this to buy clothes, food, and any other thing you may need, but for now just wait on one of the chairs; I will soon be done with the meal," I said with a wide smile.
The man thanked me so frantically, like I had given him a million dollars.
Though It might be the biggest financial mistake I have made so far, but I can say it's worth it.
I told Kyla to make a loaf of bread and a cup of tea.
With time other customers also came along. To buy already-made bread while others purchased other snacks.
Soon Kyla was done with the bread and tea. I took it and calmly walked down to the table he was sitting at.
"Here's your meal, sir." I said, placing it right in front of him.
"Thanks," he said slowly, not lifting his head. As though he were no longer the man I talked to a while ago.
I stood there still slightly puzzled, but I slightly waved the thought away.
After all, humans are very complicated beings.
But then I noticed something that would finally send those cold chills down my spine.
The putrid smell had just vanished without a trace. I sniffed in several times, but there was still no sign of the smell.
"Well, well," he stirred his cup gently with a spoon.
Just as I was about to res
pond, I felt the hot content of the cup hit my face.
I screamed out of panic and the intense pain that came with it.
It was as though my whole face was being calmly ripped off.
My hands trembled as I stumbled down on my knees, still shouting. I just couldn't understand why he would do this to me.
Just before I could process all the pain, the ceramic cup came crashing down on my head.
My shout erupted as blood gushed through my injured head. The pain was like none I have ever felt before. I collapsed totally on the floor, still wincing in pain.
I didn't know what I did to deserve this. I helped someone in need, and now this is all I get: anger fueled in me as the pain became unbearable.
Kyla rushed by my side; she took off her wholly turtleneck and wrapped it around my bleeding head in a panic, not knowing what else to do.
Her heavenly breasts bounced frantically with her every move.
If I were in my right state of mind, I doubt I would be able to control myself at the sight of her succulent breasts.
But right now the pain was too much. I felt myself slipping away slightly as I began to reminisce on my life.
I watched as Kyla's beautiful face was laced with intense worry as she tried her very best to help, but I slipped by fast, losing more blood.
She called 911, but that was all I could remember before...
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My alarm buzzed so loud I literally flung it several feet from my bed.
I woke up stretching my arms wide as my head ached badly.
"Did I overdrink?" I whispered silently, remembering the nightmare I had just experienced.
"It must be a dream," I managed to stutter, quickly reaching for my phone at the side of the bed.
I quickly scrolled to my calendar app and checked the date.
It was Sunday, which means yesterday was not a dream.
A chill quickly ran down my spine at the thought.
[system initializing…1,2,3…98%]
[accessing host's information… 1, 2, 3… 98%]
My heart began to skip a little as I saw the strings of information flash through my eyes on a blue screen.
[All information accessed; welcome, host.]