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"You will pay it back, Dale." he'd said.
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It's been three months and Dale has officially fucked off to wherever he could get a bus ticket for. Me? Well, I can't leave. That bastard took all our money, sorry all my dowry (the gold, the car and the house deed - side note: he sold the fucking house.) So, I am here. Working this shit cafe job in the Yorkshire Dales. It's called Trudy's if you're ever around, come and pay me a visit. I offer blowies for forty quid...I don't. However it does get the punters in.
I was married 15 years ago to the biggest waste of space, but he was the love of my life. We met in India where I was researching for my PhD on Indian mythology in Rajasthan. There he was, grey eyed and tattooed. A backpack and a high for adventure, I was a sucker for his northern charm. We had started this whirlwind of an adventure, leaving my studies behind, I decided to show Dale my homeland. Back in London, my parents were incredibly unhappy to know their academic daughter had run off with a 'hippie backpacker' (their words, not mine). Please, if you saw Dale's arms and his dick- you would understand. The guys I had dated prior to him were...Well, they never devoured my pussy, but were happy for me to get face-fucked at the edge of the bed. So when Dale had sucked my clitoris for the first time, I saw the mythology of India in my mind. He had asked me to marry him after our six weeks of gallivanting around West India, and I said yes. Gave up my dream of becoming a Doctor and started working at Dale's gym back in Barnsley.
I didn't mind giving it up for him. He would fuck me like a slut most nights and then would roll over and fall asleep. Turns out, I was dick-matised throughout our 15 years of marriage because I could not see the crippling debt that had piled up. Dale had told me that he had managed to save the gym because his 'friend' had helped him out. I believed him. Prick. So that is the round-up of how I ended up working at Trudy's. It was okay, I suppose. I could have been a world-renowned researcher, lecturing around the world and uncovering the world's treasures.
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6:30 pm
"Jason if you tell me one more time your type is 'exotic'. I still won't fuck you." Jason was the chef (I am using the term very loosely.) We would flirt, and he would compliment me on my full breasts, slim waist and thick thighs. I was blessed with some good Indian genes, plus my green eyes always added that extra spice. Plus did you think I wouldn't keep it tight for my sexy ex-husband? I had to bat off all the gym bunnies that were dying for him to bend them over the dumbbell rack.
"Oh come on Aria, can't you see? My cock is always hard for you. Say the words and I'll give you the best Yorkshire sausage." he growled through the serving hatch.
"Jason now that you've said that. I'm celibate. Go fuck yourself." I laughed whilst cleaning the tables nearest the entrance.
At that moment a large, bald man entered the cafe. We were about to close so a new customer was completely alien. The man looked like a mountain, he was large and it was clearly visible that he ate what he wanted and pushed pure weights at the gym. He was strong and something within me panicked. The boots clunked all the way to the corner booth, where he sat comfortably ogling the menu.
"Sorry mate, we are closed." Jason hollered through the serving hatch.
"No you're not mate. I still got thirty-five minutes. You gonna take my order?", he turned to me. I blinked in shock. Did he not understand?
"Urm sorry. We are kind of closing. Jason's just done the final clean. I can get you a cup of coffee to-go?" I offered.
"Actually I need Jason to fuck off. I'm here for you, Aria. See your husband took a lot of money from me." his thick Dublin accent echoed throughout the empty cafe.
"Jason", I screamed. "You need to fuck off now. I'll close and sort this gentleman out." I finished.
The man placed a small pistol on the table and Jason knew that was his cue to leave. The man spread his legs wide and took his phone out to send a text. I was getting pretty pissed off now because he was making me stand there like a lemon. And in came through the door was my husband? Another man was handling him and his hands were tied behind his back and tape had been smacked onto his mouth. Fuck. I didn't know what to do, my poor husband had been kidnapped?
"You see pet, I needed my money and I heard he had left his marital home and fecked off. We found him near Portsmouth, didn't we Lee?" he said casually.
Lee nodded.
"He took your whole life and wasted it in London. I didn't see any of that money darling. So he still owes me." again, casually.
The cafe became a sinister setting for this exchange. The street lamps was the only light coming through the windows. Dale couldn't even look me in the eye. Did fifteen years not mean anything to him? He had put on some weight, no doubt he didn't visit any gyms whilst he was on the run.
"So what do I have to do with this?" My voice was stern-ish.
"He gave you up. I fuck you and debt is cleared. Simple." he said.
"Do I get a name at least?" I pushed.
"Finn." Short and to the point.
"Okay Finn, but what if I don't?" I contested.