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He closes the door and leaves me to my own damnation.

ZEETA

It’s been four hours of grueling serving. I make my way back to the kitchen, my black tray under my arm. My calves are killing me. As I enter the bustling space, bellows of steam come from the stove. The chef shout at the waiters to take more food out to the guests. The dishwashers bang away at the dirty dishes.

Where the hell is Penny? I can’t do this anymore. Looking around, I see an abandoned stool near the large silver sinks. I sit, dragging the tray to my lap and lean back on wall near the sink.

The kitchen manager stops when he sees me. “You ok?”

I sit up. “Yes.”

“Then why the hell are you sitting down. Go get the empty glasses from the rooms downstairs that are not roped off.”

Standing quicky, I shove the black tray under my arm and make my way through the monster of a house. Maybe if I hide, I can collect my money at the end of the night. Passing through the living room, I don’t see any wine glasses. However, I see an empty mini porcelain plate with crumpled tissues on it.

“Ugh,” I grab it and place it on the tray. “All this money and the guest are messy.”

I continue walking around picking up any dirty dishes. Stopping at a tall oak door, I notice there is no rope in front of it. I open it, and then stop when I notice the stunning young man from earlier. Only this time, his jacket is off, and a glass of whiskey is pressed to his forehead.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” He asks, his voice sounding dark and rough.

Licking my lips nervously I stammer, “Um, I am looking for the uh bathroom.” I wanted to slap my head.

“Does this look like a fucking bathroom to you?” he shouts.

I swallow. The whole room feels heavy and dark. “Um well no—”

“Get out.” He says.

Ignoring him, I bend to pick up the empty crystal glasses in the room.

“I thought you were going to use the bathroom.”

I continue to ignore him.

“Gone deaf?” he mocks.

Picking up two more glasses, I place them on my tray. Glancing into his eyes, I notice they look red and full of pain.

“I’m not deaf. However, I know pain when I see it.”

He gets up from the table and drops his glass on my tray. “You know nothing about me.”

I throw my shoulders back. “Nor do I feel the need to.”

As he’s about to answer the blonde from before steps into the room, “Excuse me, Rhet. Charlotte is calling for you.”

Rhet snorts at me like he smells something bad. He then passes by me and grabs Savannah’s arm.

She looks up at his face as if she is seeing the sun for the first time. All I see when I look at him is total darkness.

RHET

Four Hours Later

Iadjust myself as I walk through the hallway of my house. My cock still tingles from Savannah’s mediocre blowjob.

I thought it would have made feel better. However, since walking in on Charlotte all I feel is numb. In truth, I prefer the numbness over the heart break.

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