Chapter 9: Part 1 - Maybe the Cafe might be the only option

Part 1

= Sarah POV =

Week two of officially staying at Chris' place. A week before Chris' Promotion.

I woke up suddenly feeling hands roaming all over my body. I gasped and tried to pull away but was yanked back against a warm lean frame.

"S-Stop" I exclaimed and tried to peel off the hands that were wrapped around my waist, but the grip was strong and firm, and as a leg flopped over my legs and a soft snore could be heard gently from behind me, I realised I was fighting a losing battle. Chris was using me as a booster again.

I groaned. This was so uncomfortable. She always wrapped her arms around my waist, and her muscular arm dug into my ribs, causing me to sleep uncomfortably as I tried to wait for her to roll over and release me.

The best thing I could do was shift my body slightly down such that her arm was more towards my pelvis and hope that she grew tired of holding me at some point.

After a few restless hours, I finally fell asleep at 3:30 am when Chris stretched and rolled to the other side, releasing me from the cute torture of being held like a pillow. 

I sighed but it couldn't be helped, if this carried on I really would need to have a conversation about getting those pillows that a person can put their arm in, that allows comfort for the holder and the one being held. 

5 hours later I sat up straight in bed. It was getting annoying, being interrupted in the middle of the night, and basically made to stay up against my will until the perpetrator released me. It was getting so frequent that I was very close to asking that when she said "Sleep with me in my bed", could the floor also be considered part of the bed? Because that is where I would rather sleep right now.

I dragged myself off the bed and stumbled into the living room rubbing sleep from my eyes. Today there was a note on the kitchen counter. I swiped it off the table and glared at it.

"Do you really think you are trying hard enough? Or do you just love mooching off people you rent a room from?" the note stated.

"AAAHHRGHH!" I shouted in the empty apartment. I was so tempted to tear up the note but I knew I'd have to clean it up, so I threw it into the waste paper basket and went for a bath.

Once I had cleaned up I went straight to my room to change and sat down at my computer. After an hour of searching for new job openings and sending out application, I leaned back in my chair and massaged my temples. I get it, the majority of the positions available were entry-level and required some basic HTML experience, however, I had to apply to something, if not it would seem as though I wasn't trying.

The problem for me was that there weren't many new position opening up within my scope of expertise, and I had already applied for jobs that I could commute to via train or bus within a 1-hour radius. Any further and I might have to take my lousy ass to someone else's couch to make it on time to my job.

I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling. There was always….the café…

I mean I had a job waiting for me right there…I was just scared.

Then again did I really have a choice? I had been checking my email and all I was getting were rejections and well wishes for my future.

I sat up and grabbed a hair tie from my table. I tied my hair up in a bun and stood up, walking over to the beautiful full-length mirror that the team had placed next to my computer desk. I hadn't dressed amazingly, as I had chosen a short lace summer dress and stockings, but I think with a cute brown bag I looked decent enough for a walk-in interview, right?

The new wardrobe concealed a cosy dressing table and a pull-out seat where I could sit and put on makeup. The position was a client-facing position so a little makeup couldn't hurt. I loved that soft girl makeup look, but they took too long for me to get just right, so I went for a light foundation with a little bit of concealer and eyeliner look so that after about thirty minutes, I managed to achieve a quick simple makeup look that I thought was suitable enough for the job. 

I placed a hand over my heart, closed my eyes and took in a few deep breathes. I had to grow up and bite the bullet. I was a huge burden on Chris and it was about time I step up and do something about it. So what if it made me uncomfortable and potentially put me at risk of being sexually assaulted, the money had to be paid back, one way or the other.

I grabbed my brown leather bag, threw in my keys and selected a pair of Mary Janes on my way out. With a dress, this cute, a bit of height would accentuate my calves and get me the job, since I already knew the hiring manager's type. 

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Author's Note: 

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