All Chapters of My forbidden sweet fruit : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

MAYA’s POVIf one more man snapped his fingers at me tonight, I am going to scream…quietly, of course, because rent would be due soon and I still needed this job.I could feel the bass from the club speakers through my bones as I moved between tables, balancing a tray of drinks. My little toe was stinging in my sneakers with every step, and the smell of spilled beer clung to my clothes. This wasn’t exactly the glamorous life I had pictured for myself when I graduated, but here I was—twenty-four years old, serving drinks to sweaty strangers at midnight.“Hey! Over here!”A man with shoulder length blonde hair snapped at me from a corner booth, like I was a dog and he was calling for his pet.I held back the first reply that popped in my head because that wouldn’t be good so I just plastered on my best fake smile, and hurried over. “What can I get you?”He barely looked at me. “Two more of whatever this is,” he said, waving at his empty glass.“Of course,” I said gently, because arguing

XAVIER’s POVI didn’t want to be here.Of all the ways I could have spent my morning, babysitting my grandmother at her doctor’s appointment was not my first choice.But she had refused to go to her checkup without me.“You have a driver,” I’d told her. “And if you don’t like the driver, I can send Nora with you.”And the doctor can just come here, I don’t pay him hefty sums just because I feel like doing charity. House calls exist for a reason. But Elena Harrington had simply smiled, that soft, stubborn smile she used to get when I was a boy. “common, I want my grandson to take me. The weather is beautiful today, Xavier. You’ll get to breathe fresh air. Your skin might even thank you for it, you work too much. Walk with me.”Walk with me.“I have meetings waiting for me,” I muttered.“You always have meetings waiting for you.” I had wanted to argue. I had wanted to say that my day was packed, that I didn’t have time to sit in a clinic waiting room, but there was no arguing with he

Maya’s POVFirst days were always nerve-wracking. But this wasn’t just a first day. This was the day.The bus dropped me a few streets away, and I walked the last stretch with my heart beating too fast.My blouse was freshly ironed, my black pants pressed too, but my stomach was in knots.Nora had emailed me the agreement form and instructions last night, and I’d read them over at least a dozen time. Arrival at nine. Polite manners. Dressing neat and appropriate. “Light housekeeping,” whatever that meant.The gate opened soundlessly after I pressed the bell, and I stepped inside.I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to calm down, and knocked gently on the front door, it opened after a moment. A middle-aged woman in a simple uniform stood there, wiping her hands on a towel.“You must be Ms. Torres,” she said with a small smile.“Yes. Good morning.”She gave me a small nod and stepped aside. “Come in. Mrs. Harrington’s expecting you.”I slowly went in with my fingers fidgeting with my bag s