Chapter 4

Quinn Pov

"Who are you and what are you doing with my son? " He said. I quickly stood up and dust my knee. I cleaned my hands on my apron.

"Hello my name is Quinn, and this is my bakery," I said, smiling. I outstretched my hand for a shake. He looked at my hand like it's the most irritating thing in the world. I rolled my eyes, rude rich men.

"Dad! Look, the kind lady gave me 3 candies!" Pretty boy yelled happily. His dad smiled, never knew he could smile, I thought, rolling my eyes.

"Did you tell her thank you? " He said. Pretty boy had a shock look on his face. He shook his head no and face me.

"No, thank you Quinn!" He said. I bent down again to his size.

"Well, since I told you my name and gave you some candies. That means I am no longer a stranger, right?" I said. He nods his head.

"Yes, you are my friend!" He yelled, he is so hyper.

"That means you can tell me your name, right?" I asked.

"Yes, my name is Liam," he said, bringing his hand for a shake. I shook his little hand. At least someone has some manners.

"You're such a well-mannered boy," I said, ruffling his hair. I totally ignored his dad. He looked at me in awe and went to his dad.

"Dad, she complimented me," he said, blushing. I laugh. What a cute boy. I stood up and went behind the counter.

"Is there something you want to buy?" I asked.

"N…" his son cut him off.

"Yes. I want doughnuts, strawberry cookies and strawberry cake" He said, standing in front of the glass, pressing his face on it.

"Okay, pretty boy," I said. I took his order and add extra doughnut and cookies. I wrap it up and gave it to him.

"That wi…" he cut me off by bringing out 1000 dollars from his wallet.

"Keep the change," he said, picking his son up.

"Bu…" I stopped talking because he left. That rude man! How can his child be that sweet and he is that bitter? I don't understand? Maybe he took his mom sweetness, some people just like to ruin other people's mood. I continued my work, keeping my mind off father and son. Jack is not here. He went to handle 'something.' he has been acting weird these days. I don't know what is going on with him, but something fishy is wrong with him. Men, you can never understand them. I removed my mind from them and continue answering the few customers coming. The bell ring again.

"Hello, we…" I stopped talking when I realize who it was.

"Good Afternoon" I said, my heart beating fast, rent collector.

"Good Afternoon Quinn, do you have your rent?" He asked.

"Hmm, not yet. Please give me more time," I said.

"Quinn, you have not paid for your rent for a whole year. I keep shifting it for you. I am giving you just a week to come up with something or I might have to throw you out," he said.

"Tha…"

"Don't bother thanking me, Quinn. I am giving you just a week. I have been lenient with you. If you don't provide something big that can cover half of your rent, I will throw you out," he said. He turned and left. Just like that, my mood deepens. This bakery makes money every day but not big enough for rent. And it's kids that mostly come here and it's not like they buy something that huge. The bell rings again. It was a mom with two kids.

"Hello, welcome to Quinn's bakery," I said in a not so cheery voice.

"Hello," she said.

"What can I help you with?" I asked.

"We will like two strawberry doughnuts, and 5 chocolate doughnuts with a pack of cookies," she said.

"Okay ma'am" I said. I packed up what she ordered and added a few cookies for her. I always make sure to add extra cookies for the little ones, even if I am under the mood right now, these kids did nothing to me, like I said I love children.

"Here is it ma'am, that will be 50 dollars," I said.

"Thank you," she said, collecting the bag. She brought out her wallet and paid me.

"Thank you ma'am, have a nice day," I said. She smiled and took her kids with her. I don't think I am in the mood to open any longer. I sigh, then I go to the sign and switch it to close. I put down the windows and arranged the bakery. Then I locked the bakery, I looked for a taxi and when I found one I entered and went back to my apartment. I entered my apartment and fell on the couch, rubbing my forehead. I can feel the impending headache. What will I do now? I have not even paid the house rent, the bills are too much for me. I don't even have anyone to call to help me with my rent. Should I receive a loan? I am so lost right now.

Jack is from a rich home. Should I ask him for help? No, I don't want to do that. I hate asking for help from someone, but what should I do now? I thought, rubbing my forehead. I know what I am going to do.

Be a stripper.