DreameNovelJudy's POV "You were right,” I heard one of his friends saying. “She does work here. This is going to be so good." "Hey, call girl, can we get a table, or are you just going to stare at us?" Call girl? I placed the menus on the table for them and waited for each of them to take a seat.
"I'm not a call girl. Please, take your seat." As I leaned over the table to put the beer in front of each of them, one of them grabbed my rear end. I felt my entire body freeze.
"I like this little uniform on you. How about you take it off and see what's underneath." My entire body went hot as I stepped back from the table, forcing his hand to drop.
"Do not touch me," I said loudly to each of them.
"Oh, con, Judy. Aren't you here to satisfy men?" Another of his friends asked. “So chere and satisfy us. Sit on my lap." I pressed my lips together.
"I'm not a call girl," I told them for the final time. “I'm a waitress." "You got this job because you're hot," one of them chuckled. “The manager didn't care about your skills. He cared about whether or not you could flirt with the customers and make him a lot of money. I'm willing to give you a good tip if you letsee what's underneath your uniform and sit on my lap." I felt my blood going cold from his words.
"Chere baby girl," he said, patting his lap and winking at me.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI just stared at him, disbelieving.
I looked at Ethan who was watching me, waiting to see what I would do. How could he just let his friends speak tolike this? At one point, he would have never allowed this. He would have punched anyone who looked atwith lust in their eyes.
Now, he was acting as if he didn't care.
"I'll give you 10 thousand dollars if you drink this entire beer," one of his friends asked.
My mouth nearly fell open.
"What?" I asked.
"You heard me," he answered. "Drink this whole beer and you'll get 10 thousand dollars." "We'll all give you 10 thousand dollars each if you drink all of our beers," another one said.
I stared at the beer and then at the men. My eyes landed on Ethan once more; he raised his brows, waiting for my answer.
Swallowing my pride, I stepped towards the table and grabbed one of the glasses.
I really didn't like beer, but money was money, and I knew Ethan's friends were rich and could pay that kind of money easily. I needed the cash to get my father out of prison and pay off his debt.
I brought the cup to my lips and let the liquid run down my throat. I winced at the bitter taste, but I kept pushing myself until the cup was empty. His friends were cheering and chanting as I drank the contents of the cup.
I slammed the cup on the counter and looked at the next guy who slid his beer at me, winking as he did so. I chugged his beer as well.
I only got halfway through the third glass when I felt a firm grip around my wrist and I was yanked away.
I heard Ethan's friends booing and telling him he was a party pooper. I had no idea where Ethan was taking me; he was quiet until we reached outside and then he whipped around to glare at me.
"Accept my offer and stop this foolishness," he ordered.
"I won't be your mistress, Ethan," I told him, narrowing my eyes, my head fuzzy from the beer. "You can forget about that." "You'd rather act like a little slut instead?" He asked through his teeth. "You looked ridiculous in there!" "Why do you care? You have your fiancé. This is my private business, and my private business no longer includes you." "You are still mine, Judy. You will always be mine," he growled.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI wanted to laugh at his ridiculousness, but I also wanted to cry. He was so sweet at one point; I spent more than 2 years loving this man. Now as he stood before me, I realized he was a stranger.
"I am not yours," I told him, glad that my voice cout stronger than I felt.
He let out a bitter laugh.
"Fine, be a whore for all I care," he growled. "Spread your legs for money because that's all you're good for—” Before I could stop myself, my hand swung and made contact with his cheek, causing a loud slap.
He didn't flinch but he did grow angrier as he went to grab my throat. He froze though when he looked at my neck and I watched the color draining from his face.
"What the fuck,” he hissed. He grabbed my chin and yanked my head to the side. “Is that a hickey?" I realized when getting dressed this morning that the hickey Gavin left onthe other night was still there. It was fading, but visible.
"So, what if it is?" I asked.
He released my chin and glared at me, his gaze icy.
"Who the hell have you been with?" "That's not your concern," I retorted.
I turned to walk away, but he gripped my arm, makingwhimper in pain as he whippedaround to face him again.
"Answer my goddamn question, Judy! Who have you been with?!" Through gritted teeth, I answered, "Gavin. Your future father-in-law. Happy now?" He releasedand let out a bark of laughter.
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