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hadn't been at the time. Before my men, | hadn't planned on dating anyone. What happened withand them

were never planned, it just sort of happened, but | didn't think Ben would look at it that way.

"It was about damn time." He said when | got closer, he was quiet enough for the customer not to overhear.

"Sorry, | had something important to do that couldn't wait." I lied.

"Or you just wanted to get paid without doing your damn job." He muttered under his breath.

| wanted to tell him that it was rich coming from him, but | figured it was best not to poke him while he was

already angry. Instead, | left for the break room to drop off my things. The only tactic that worked when being

around Ben was ignoring him and going about my day, unless he demanded attention. Then | had to tread

carefully. The first part of the shift went okay, I could still feel his eyes on me, but the customers distracted me

enough forto be able to ignore his attention. But no matter how distracted | was, | tensed each t|

returned to the counter to pick up food and drinks, my skin crawled being so close to him. It was exhausting

being constantly on guard with a colleague, Ben had always been the type that | was careful around but the

tension between us had only skyrocketed the day he had seenwith my men. Before, when | shared a shift

with him, it wasn't this bad. Sure, I did all the work, but at least he gavesspace then, he didn't hover or

stare like he does now. It didn't help that | had a stalker and a part ofcouldn't help but wonder if it might be

him.

The last part of the shift was what | dreaded the most, | let the last customer pay his bill and watched him walk

out the door, leaving Ben andalone. My shoulders tensed ij the silence that pursued, knowing it wouldn't be

long until he opened his mouth and spewed out- snastiness.

"| didn't see one of your boyfriends drop you off this time." He commented in a tone that was anything but

friendly and pleasant.

| opened my mouth to respond that we weren't in a relationship but | stopped myself, not knowing if it was wise

to admit that | wasn't with them anymore. With how strange he was acting, what would he do if he knew the

guys weren't in the picture? "They were busy." | replied, walking with quick steps to collect the cleaning supplies

and he followed me.

"I bet they were," he hummed in a suggestive tone.

"You know, you can never hold their attention for long? They will be on to the next best thing as soon as they are

tired of you." He said, Intent on makinghear his hurtful shit.

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- Fri Nov 2!

Chapter 180: | Was Terrified

Insecurities were a funny thing, while | felt secure that they wanted to be with me, sold insecurities still

were tricked in. Thoughts | often tried to suppress forced their way into my mind. Was | really good enough for

them? | had never managed to hold one giry's interest enough to start a relationship. Was | enough to keep the

interest of three? Trying not to show how much his comment hurt me, | forced a shrug. But my hands shook as 1

grasped the bucket and started filling it with hot water.

"Funny you say that, | vividly remember askingout, not once but several times."

1 shouldn't have antagonized him, but it was too late. | could see in my peripheral vision that his face was

already turning a dangerous tint of red. Be laughed darkly as his gaze swept over me.

"| just wanted to know what all the talk is about fat girls in bed. Are you guys really as wild as people say?"

My forced pretense of an attitude wavered under the hurt of his words. Fat was a word drenched in negativity. It

was used as an insult instead of a natural description, it stung. | wasn't thick-skinned, and | didn't handle mean

words as well as | probably should have. Although, | couldn't let him seereacting to it. | wouldn't give him

what he wanted.

"Well, it is too bad | am not interested in finding out what bony men are like in bed. Otherwise, you might have

gotten your answer."

In an attempt to shut him up, | might have taken it a tiny bit too far. He wasn't one to handle being served what

he dishes out.

"You fucking bitch," he cursed in a tone that was far too quite for my liking.

It sounded much more sinister than his usual loudness. He stepped inside the small supply closet, effectively

barring the only way out.

"You think you are so damn funny, don't you? You are nothing but a whore spreading your legs to anyone with

money." He spat as he spoke, and | could feel droplets of it hitting my cheek.

My hand tightened around the handle of the bucket, which was now steaming from the hot water inside. He

stepped even closer, forcingto back away. This wasn't like when Kingston pushedup against the wall,

this was abusive and meant to create fear. "You are nothing. The only reason they are fucking you is because

they view you as easy. They are with you because you are too ugly to deter women from approaching them,

knowing they can get them if they want. So they have a bitch on the side for emergencies. You are the bitch."

Lies, they were all lies, but my eyes stung as | was forced to listen to all the hate.

"Why don't you quit while you are ahead? Save your pride while you still can." He continued as if he was on a

damn roll and had more than enough hate to spew.

The water from the bucket splashed as | moved, a few drops landed on my thigh, burning my skin. My hands

tightened their hold on the

bucket.

"Ben, you don't want to do this." | warned, but my voice sounded weak and small and not much of a warning.

"What do you mean? | am not doing anything." The smile he gavewas one of mockery, slick and arrogant

and cruel.

He had been angry and madeuncomfortable before but this? This was different, | was terrified. | grabbed the

bottom of the bucket, getting ready as he drew closer. | bit my teeth as his eyes dropped to my breasts before

taking in my shaking legs. My hand twitched as he opened his mouth to say something else, but before either of

us could make our move, the bell attached to the front door chimed. We were no longer alone. | was safe, |

hoped.