Immediately Marisa got to the bedroom, she got undressed and wrapped a white towel around her flawless naked body.Stepping inside the bathroom, Marisa loosened the towel, hanged it then stepped under the shower.
Marisa was done taking her bath five minutes later, and she stepped out of the bedroom into the bedroom, draped in a white towel. Sauntering towards her make up table, she picked up a lotion and started applying it on her skin. When she was done with that, she dressed up for work. Picking up her handbag, she strolled out of the apartment, locking the door on her way out. She then walked to the roadside where she boarded a cab which took her to the restaurant where she worked. Arriving at the restaurant minutes later, Marisa paid the cab driver and she got down from the vehicle. She strode purposefully into the restaurant, waving at some regular customers before entering inside the changing room. Marisa emerged from the dressing room two minutes, donning a waitress uniform, then she began attending to the customers alongside other waitresses and waiters. "Table 24!" A masculine voice called, prompting Marisa to swiftly approach the table. Four young men, elegantly dressed in black tailored suits, were engaged in conversation. As they noticed Marisa's arrival, their chatter subsided, their attention drawn to the poised waitress. Presenting menus, Marisa awaited their meal selections. "This menu doesn't have what I desire," remarked one of the men, placing the menu on the table. Politely, Marisa inquired, "May I ask what you'd like then, sir?" "I want you," the man said with a wide grin, causing a frown to appear on Marisa's forehead. "I apologize, sir, but our menu doesn't include a dish named 'YOU'," she retorted with sarcasm. The other men burst into laughter. "It seems you're pretending to be ignorant," the man retorted with an angry smirk. "It's clear you're not ready to order. When you are, please ask another waitress for assistance. Excuse me," Marisa replied, turning to leave. As she turned, one of the men spanked her, leaving her wide-eyed. Anger rushed through her venis immediately and her blood began boiling.Swiftly turning around, she delivered a resounding slap to the man's face, prompting gasps from the restaurant patrons. "Did you just slap me?!" the man she slapped exclaimed, holding his cheek in pain as Marisa glared at him. Rather than responding directly, Marisa slapped him again, temporarily blinding him. Bystanders pulled out phones, recording videos and taking pictures. The scene was just too shocking to ignore. "What's happening?" the manager, Mr. Lance, inquired from behind Marisa, his shock evident upon seeing the men. "This disgusting man inconsiderately spanked me," Marisa spat angrily, pointing at the man she slapped. "Marisa, are you out of your mind?" the manager angrily questioned, bewildering her. "What do you mean?" she retorted, staring at the manager in bewilderment. She was bewildered because she was expecting the manager to support her and not the other way around. "Do you not recognize them?!" the manager shouted. "These men are the owners of the biggest companies in Russia." Marisa swallowed hard, slowly averting her gaze to the foir men who were now grinning widely like fools. Infuriated by their grin, she scoffed and declared, "Being wealthy doesn't give him the right to touch me without consent. He can't claim ownership over my body. That's... that's assaulting." The man who spanked Marisa turned his gaze to the manager and asked, "Are you the manager?" Nervously, the manager affirmed, "Yes, I am." "Good. Fire her now, or I'll shut down this restaurant," the man threatened, glaring at Marisa. Hopeful that the manager wouldn't comply with the man's command Marisa gazed at him, but her hope shattered when he uttered the words she dreaded. "You're fired, Marisa," the manager's words cut through the air with a cruel edge, his icy gaze locking onto her. "What?!" Marisa exclaimed in disbelief. She couldn't believe her ears right now. It felt as if her ears suddenly got dysfunctional and she didn't hear the Manager's words clearly. "I said you're fired, Marisa!" The manager repeated in a cold voice. His cood expression showed how serious his statement was. Marisa scoffed in disbelief without taking her gaze off the manager. She just couldn't believe she was getting fired for defending herself. For Pete's sake, she was the one who was assaulted, and instead of the manager defending her, he fired her without thinking twice. This hurt her so much, causing tears to well up in her eyes. Swallowing back the tears that threatened to escape, Marisa redirected her focus towards the quartet of men still wearing grins that contrasted their mean-spiritedness. As if echoing the manager's harsh declaration, one of the men who had earlier harassed her taunted, "You heard the manager, bitch. You're out of here. So take your sorry ass and find yourself a new gig." The other men erupted into laughter, the glint of their gold teeth sparkling in the midst of their jeers. Marisa clenched her fists as the four men continued mocking her. A simmering rage replaced her initial shock. She felt like slapping the men and even the stupid manager himself, but she managed to suppress her anger in order not to cause further drama. With a defiant glare, she sidestepped the manager, disappearing into the changing room. Emerging minutes later from the dressing room, clad in her personal clothes, Marisa's anger transformed into a fierce determination. She strode up to the man who had assaulted her and also arranged her firing, her eyes aflame with fury. "What the fuck are you still doing here..." The man's inquiry was cut off by a slap so potent that it echoed throughout the restaurant, stunning everyone in its vicinity. The man, caught off guard, stared at Marisa in disbelief, his lips parted but no words escaping. "That's for demeaning me," Marisa declared, her voice holding an iron resolve. She followed up with another slap that split the man's lip, his expression morphing from shock to pain. Storming out of the restaurant, tears prickled at the corners of Marisa's eyes, a blend of pain and anger coursing through her veins. The injustice of losing her job for defending herself gnawed at her soul.That waitress position had been her lifeline, the only available option for her. Tears traced the path down Marisa's cheeks as she wiped them away, her resolve growing stronger. Determined to keep her emotions in check, she walked on, her thoughts turning to Marco, her boyfriend, as a potential source of comfort.Her heart was in pain and she badly needed someone to comfort her and tell her that everything will be fine. The only person who could do that was her boyfriend, Marco. Fumbling her phone from her bag, Marisa dialed Marco's number, but he was not picking up. She dialed his number repeatedly but he was still not answering her calls."Why is Marco not picking up?" Marisa mummurred, perplexed by her boyfriend's unresponsiveness. She dipped her phone back into her bag and started walking to Marco's place. Luckily for her, Marco's apartment was just a few blocks from where she was so trekking there wouldn't be a problem. Marisa arrived Marco's apartment a few minutes later, and her concern mounted when she saw his door unlocked. She began wondering why Marco would leave his door unlocked. A missing phone call was one thing, but an unlocked door was another. Worry was evident on Marisa's face as she stood in front of the slightly parted door, still wondering why the door was open. "Why did Marco leave the door open? Is he at home? If he's at home then he'd have picked my calls when I called him. Or did he perhaps step out for a while?" These questions ran through her mind. "Maybe he didn't go far. I'll just wait for him inside." She concluded in her mind. A confused expression appeared on her face when she stepped inside the apartment to find takeout containers strewn about and a half-empty bottle of expensive wine. "Did someone visit him?" She muttered confusedly as she glanced around. Her brows furrowed when her gaze landed on a pink bra which was laying on the couch. "What's a bra doing there?" She thought to herself, gazing at the bra curiously. Marisa's curiosity doubled when she saw a pair of high heels on the ground beside a couch. She began suspecting that there's something fishy going on inside the apartment.Marisa then decided to check Marco's bedroom. Curiosity turned to disbelief as sounds emanated from Marco's bedroom – unmistakable sounds that shattered Marisa's heart into a million pieces.Tears blurred her vision as she realized the truth, that the man she'd loved and trusted had betrayed her. The moans of pleasure pierced her like a knife, each gasp a twist in her gut. Even though she heard the moans, she still didn't want to believe that Marco would cheat on her. So she gently twisted the door knob and pushed the door. Her face instanty went pale like the belly of a fish she when she saw what was going on inside the room. Right on Marco’s bed was he and a lady, fucking each other aggressively like their lives depended on it. Marisa's eyes widened in shock when she saw the familiar face of the lady Marco was having sex with. The lady was Natasha, one of her college friends."Marco?" Marisa muttered and tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at her boyfriend. Her heart shattered into million pieces that moment.Marco and Natasha's bodies glistened with sweats as they immediately stopped their unholy act when they saw Marisa standing by the doorway."Fuck!" Marco cursed and he immediately got down from the bed to put on his pants.Natasha sat up on the bed and hurriedly covered her nakedness a white duvet."Darling, it’s not what you think. I swear." Marco said as he slowly approached Marisa who had tears welled up in her eyes.Marisa slowly moved her gaze from Marco to Natasha, who was sitting the bed with a frown on her face. She was inaudibly cursing Marisa for interrupting the blissful moment she was having with Marco.Marisa shook her head in disbelief, then she turned around. She quietly made her way out of his apartment with tears flowing out of her eyes badly.“Marisa!! Babe wait…. Marisa!!!" Marco called out loudly as chased after Marisa.Marisa quickened her pace, wiping the tears on her face with the back of hand as she continued walking without looking back.Marco caught up with h
After crying her eyes out, Marisa composed herself and she boarded a cab which drove her to the hospital where her son was admitted.The cab got to the hospital fifteen minutes later, and Marisa rushed out of the cab after paying the driver. She didn't even wait to collect her change because her son was the only thing on her mind.Upon receiving a call from her son's school's head teacher regarding the accident, she rushed to the hospital with a pounding heart, fervently praying for her son's safety. Worry etched across her face as she entered the hospital.Inside the hospital, she encountered a distressing scene – dozens of women, fellow mothers of the students involved in the accident, wailed loudly. Some sat on the ground, sobbing unabashedly, while others stood with sorrowful expressions. The atmosphere was permeated with sadness as their cries filled the space.Marisa stood rooted, overwhelmed by waves of fear coursing through her as she observed the grieving mothers. A nurse app
As Marisa stood there, the image of the man who had saved her replayed in her mind. However, the reality of her son's critical condition began to weigh heavily on her heart, and a deep sadness crept over her. She realized that time was running out, and she needed to find a way to secure the money for her son's surgery within the next twenty-four hours.Her thoughts grew increasingly somber, and she couldn't help muttering to herself, "Where will I get the money for Jeffrey's surgery in such a short time?" The weight of the situation bore down on her, and her face reflected the profound worry that had consumed her.In search of a quiet place to gather her thoughts, Marisa decided to head to a nearby amusement park. She walked through the entrance, the sound of children's laughter echoing in her ears. The park was alive with the joyful energy of kids playing alongside their parents.As Marisa found a bench and settled onto it, she couldn't help but watch the children with a mix of emoti
The limousine smoothly drove away from the restaurant through the bright city streets, leaving behind the chaos they had caused. Inside the vehicle, Alejandro and Alexandro sat quietly, smoking devilishly like the devils they were. The dangerous atmosphere around them showed that they were top figures in the criminal world.Their loyal henchmen followed in separate vehicles, and the streets were empty because word had spread about the restaurant incident, making people stay indoors. Everyone in the city knew to fear and respect the Gambino brothers.Meanwhile, back at the restaurant, police officers worked swiftly under their leader's guidance to hide all traces of the violence. They understood the consequences of disappointing the Gambino brothers, so they collected evidence, cleaned up the mess, and silenced any potential witnesses. Soon, it would seem as if nothing had ever happened in that peaceful restaurant.The Gambino family had every police force in various countries under th
The limousine continued its journey through the city's dimly lit streets, with Alejandro lost in thought and Alexandro occasionally glancing at his brother, bemused by the mysterious turn of events."Tell me dude, what the fuck is bothering you?" Alexandro asked, breaking the silence that had enveloped them."I can't shake the feeling that I know her from somewhere," Alejandro finally admitted to his brother.Alexandro arched an eyebrow, intrigued by his brother's confession. "Know her? Who? You mean that woman we just spared?"Alejandro nodded slowly, his brow furrowed in contemplation. "Yes, that woman. it's as if I've seen her before, but I can't place where or when. It's a strange feeling."Alexandro leaned back in his seat, puffing thoughtfully on his cigarette. "Well, we encounter all sorts of people in our line of work, but sparing someone isn't exactly our style. Maybe it's just a case of mistaken identity."Alejandro couldn't dismiss the possibility, but something about Maris
Meanwhile, Marisa was still trekking home. She couldn't find a taxi because of the chaos caused by the Gambino brothers at the restaurant. Her journey home was fraught with a heavy heart and a sense of urgency. She walked through the dimly lit quiet streets, her steps quick and determined. The encounter with the Gambino brothers had shaken her to the core, leaving her with a sense of unease. She couldn't understand why they had spared her life when they had been so ruthless toward the men who had attacked her. The experience had left her both grateful and perplexed.Upon reaching the small, cramped apartment she shared with her best friend, Clarabelle, she wasted no time. Her son was the only thing on her mind. She entered her living room, the faded photograph of Jeffrey on the rickety wooden table catching her eye. Her emotions welled up as she thought about her son's critical condition."I promise, Jeffrey, I'll do whatever it takes to get you that surgery," she whispered, her voic
Tears welled up in Marisa's eyes as she contemplated the drastic step they were considering. She whispered, more to herself than anyone else, "I never thought I'd be faced with such a choice. But if it means saving my son's life..."Clarabelle gently placed a hand on Marisa's shoulder, her voice filled with understanding and empathy. "Marisa, I know it's a difficult decision, and I would never suggest it if we had any other viable options. But I'll support you no matter what you decide. If you decide not to engage in this hook-up stuff, then we'll look for other means."As the minutes ticked away, the weight of their situation pressed down on them, and they knew that the clock was ticking relentlessly.As the evening wore on, Marisa found herself making a decision she never thought she would. With a heavy heart, she agreed to go through with the plan of using a hook-up site to raise the money for Jeffrey's surgery. Clarabelle, her loyal friend, wanted to make sure Marisa was truly on
At Marisa and Clarabelle's apartment, both of them found themselves seated in the cozy living room, eagerly anticipating a potential client to connect with Marisa on the hook-up site. Marisa occupied one end of the room, sitting across from Clarabelle, her thoughts deeply ensnared in her concerns. Her mind was preoccupied with her beloved son and his debilitating condition. The doctor's grave words regarding her son's health had been etching themselves into her consciousness, relentlessly replaying and perpetuating her anxiety and fear. Her son was the most cherished entity in her life, and the prospect of witnessing him endure permanent paralysis was an agonizing thought that weighed heavily on her heart.As she remained seated, Marisa harbored a quiet and profound hope that a client would indeed choose her on the hook-up site. It was worth noting that she had mixed feelings about engaging in this type of endeavor, far from being a wholehearted advocate for such encounters. Neverthe