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View MoreMatilda’s POV(6) One Friday evening, I finished my shift later than usual. I was tired and my feet hurt from standing all day. I changed out of my uniform and came back into the café to buy a bottle of water before leaving. That was when I saw Marcus. He was sitting alone at a table, his jacket hanging over the back of his chair. His phone was beside him, and he looked like he had been staring at the same document for hours. He noticed me. “Matilda. You’re finished?” “Yes. I’m about to leave.” “Come and sit for a minute.” I hesitated. “Why?” “Because I want to ask you something.” I glanced toward the counter. My manager was busy with another customer. “I can’t sit for too long.” “I won’t keep you.” I should have said no. Instead, I walked over and sat opposite him. Then he turned his tablet toward me. “Tell me what you think about this.” I looked at the screen. It was a business proposal filled with figures, charts, and long paragraphs. I frowned as I bega
Matilda’s POV Curiosity got the better of me, and I opened it. My eyes widened. There was money inside. A lot more than I had expected. I quickly looked around, wondering if there had been a mistake. “Ma’am, did he leave this for me?” Mrs. Collins nodded. “He said it was a tip.” I stared at the money again. That was more than I usually earned in several shifts. “Are you sure?” “Quite sure. He specifically asked me to make sure you received it.” I swallowed. Marcus had left me a tip, avery generous one. I slipped the money back into the envelope and placed it carefully inside my bag. I didn’t know what to think. It was kind of him, certainly but it was also unexpected. I had done nothing special. I had simply served their food and answered their questions. Why would he leave me so much money? I shook my head. Perhaps wealthy people simply did things like that. I had no way of knowing.That evening when I got home, I was sitting on my bed when Vanessa called cause
Matilda’s POV “Matilda, table six needs their order!” I quickly picked up the tray and turned toward the counter. “Coming!” It was Saturday afternoon, and the café was busier than usual. Customers filled almost every table, and I had barely had time to sit down since my shift started. I carefully arranged the drinks on my tray before walking toward table six. Working part-time at the café wasn’t exactly my dream job, but it helped me pay for some of my expenses without constantly asking my parents for money. Besides, I liked having my own money. Even if it wasn’t much. “Here you go,” I said, placing the drinks on the table. “Thank you.” I smiled politely before returning to the counter. My manager, Mrs. Collins, was standing near the cash register, checking some receipts. “Matilda, two gentlemen just came in. Can you attend to them?” “Of course.” I picked up two menus and turned toward the entrance. Then I stopped. For a moment, I wondered if I was seeing t
Matilda’s POVVanessa smiled and wrapped her arms around him. “Marcus!”He kissed her cheek before resting a hand on her waist. I stood quietly, trying not to stare. So this was Marcus. The man Vanessa had been talking about and how he loved spending on her. She pulled away and turned toward me. “Marcus, this is my best friend, Matilda. The one I told you about.” He looked at me. For a moment, his eyes stayed on my face longer than I expected. Then he smiled. “Matilda.” “Hello.” He extended his hand, and I shook it. “Vanessa talks about you quite a bit.” I glanced at my friend. “Hopefully, she tells you the good things.”“Mostly.” He chuckled. Vanessa playfully hit his arm. “Marcus!” I laughed. He looked at me again. “So, you’re the serious one?” “I wouldn’t say that.” “No?” “I just have a lot to do.” “Such as?” “School, assignments, tests.” He nodded. “Important things.” “Exactly.” “That’s good.” I wasn’t sure what to make of him. He was polite, but there was
Saturday evening finally arrived, and I was buzzing with nervous excitement. I’d spent way too long getting ready, standing in front of the mirror for what felt like hours. I settled on a soft, knee-length wine-red dress that clung gently to my waist and hips without being too tight or revealing. T
Bruce’s expression shifted back to polite dad mode in an instant, but there was still heat in his eyes when he looked at me.“Better get back to her,” he said softly.The rest of the evening passed in a warm blur of laughter, more snacks and Anna showing me her massive book collection. But the mome
Mira My mouth fell open, and I couldn’t even hide my surprise. This man was gorgeous. I had seen good looking men before, but he was on an entirely different level. “Mira, meet my dad,” Anna repeated, snapping me out of my completely inappropriate thoughts about all the ways I could gladly devour
Then he pushed one thick finger slowly inside me. I gasped, my walls clenching around him as he started thrusting in and out, curling just right. The wet sounds filled the car.“Oh god…” I moaned.He added a second finger, stretching me, thrusting faster. His thumb found my clit and rubbed in tight












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