12:45 PM
It had been three days. Three whole days since my little..."encounter" with Chloe Moretz. It was crazy; since I left her house after the fucking I had given her, she hadn't called, texted or even try to contact me in any way. The last time I saw Chloe, she told me that if I fucked her good enough, I could keep my job, and I'd say I really did more than enough for such to happen. Throughout the last few days, I began to realize how much I really needed this job. Getting those paychecks for protecting her when she needed me to really payed the bills and then some. I sent her another text, this being the fourth since I last saw her, "Hey Ms. Chloe, just lmk if u need any help ;)".
6:13 PM
Hunger set in as I began to prepare myself for dinner tonight. I struggled to decide between homemade spaghetti or Chinese take-out. The craving for sweet-and-sour chicken consumed me, forcing my hand in dialing the number for the Chinese restaurant. I successfully ordered a dinner platter of my craving, along with a side of chicken fried rice. I decide to pay with cash, and thanked the man on the other end. As I hang up, my phone begins to buzz within my hand. I bring it up to my face, surprised to see who exactly was calling me. It was Chloe. At last, I could finally talk to her about the status of my job, I thought to myself. I answered the phone.
"You got Sean."
"Uhh...Sean...Uhh" Chloe began to struggle to her words out.
Before she can finish, I interrupt with, "Uhh, Ms. Chloe, actually.. can we talk about my job? I mean, you said that if I-"
"P-please, Sean, I'd rather not talk about that right now."
Listening to her last reply, I began to realise that, on the other end of my cell phone, she was crying her eyes out. An awkward silence filled both ends of the phone call; I didn't feel the need to question Chloe about how she was feeling. She had always put me through hell, and there was no way I was going to get emotionally involved.
"Sean, I really need you to come over right now. Will you?"
I contemplated the question she had asked. I honestly didn't care about her feelings, but I feared that she wouldn't tell me the status of my job unless I obliged.
"Yeah...Uh... I'll be right over"
"T-thanks" Chloe said before quickly hanging up the phone.
I waited another ten minutes for my meal; once it had arrived, I got into my truck, deciding to eat my meal on the way. It doesn't take me long to finish, and soon after, I arrive once again at Chloe's lavish abode. I quickly dispose of my to-go container, and approach her door. I give the doorbell a firm press and after about thirty seconds, she opens the door.
6:49 PM
"S-Sean, you made me think you weren't coming." Chloe said with that sexy rasp in her voice.
"I had ordered some food...I had to wait for it."
I observed her. She was wearing white leggings, and a black shirt with a logo of a large pair of red lips on the front. The shirt was practically skin-tight, and so were the leggings, which hugged her tight ass perfectly. I took a brief look into her eyes, noticing that her eyes were a bit bloodshot. Seeing this confirmed my earlier notion that she had been crying when I talked to her on the phone. Maybe she had still been crying moments before I knocked on the door. I spent another few seconds observing her body language, and I could tell that something was indeed troubling her.
Though I could tell that Chloe had been upset prior to my arrival, it seemed that she was in a better place knowing that I was here with her.
Chloe Moretz's large Los Angeles house was nice, but strangely designed. The inside featured a mostly brown decor, and there was an extremely long hallway leading from the front door, to two separate doors, one on each side of the corridor. These doors led to the living room and the kitchen, respectively. Chloe and I walked silently together down the long corridor. When we reached our destination, she asked me," Real quick... drinks?" I agreed and asked if any she had any liquor or wine. Chloe nodded and disappeared into through the door; into the large, white kitchen. I opened the door and was astonished to see what I had found.
All of Chloe's expensive furnishings were gone, replaced by two white lawn chairs, presumably for her and myself, and a small end table. Her extra-large television was gone. Chloe's PlayStation gaming system was gone. All of the games; gone. The stereo system; gone. Before I had time to truly process what had happened, Chloe burst through the door, holding two 5x6 inch glasses, and a bottle of Triple 8 Vodka.
"Ms. Chl-"
"You don't have to call me that anymore." Chloe interrupted softly.
"What the fuck happened to all of your stuff?"
A few seconds passed, and then she broke into tears.
"S-Someone b-b-broke into m-my house!" She sobbed. "I went to my mother's house, and somebody came here and stole my shit!" It seemed as though my bringing this up caused her to fall back into that depression. Now I know why she seemed so scared to be alone.
"Did they hit the whole house?"