I Hate You Ch. 12 - Some Time Alone - Sex Stories

I Hate You Ch. 12 - Some Time Alone

... Megan, and she is nowhere to be found. Of course, she isn't. Why would she be? She got what she wanted from me. Trying not to dwell on it too much, I prepare for work. I am getting a good stretch before I walk into the kitchen to make breakfast.

After a long shower, I make it to work. Forgetting today was the start of a big sale promotion we got going on in the store.

"Hey, Bubba, can you hop on the cash register for me." Mr. Ross says to me with a pep in his step and a big smile.

"Yeah, sure thing, which one?"

"Register five, got money in it."

"Alright, bet."

"Oh, Craig is here, "Miss Marie says, smiling; the lines were backed halfway to an aisle.

"Is it just you, Miss Marie today?"

"No, Skylar is here, but I think she got lost helping a customer."

"Damn, okay. Register Five is open!" I shout as a flood of customers move into my line. After the 45 minutes of boss rush, the store died down to average capacity. I can see the second wave brewing. I need to escape this fresh hell. Where the fuck is Skylar?

"Thank you for the help, Craig," Marie says, placing her hand on my shoulder. Skylar is talking with a guy who is not a customer and kissing her. "I think I know why she went missing, oh young love," Marie says, placing her hand on her heart.

"As long as they didn't do it by the sandwiches. Alright, I'm gonna head to the back now. I'm sure Miss Chery needs me."

"Okay, be safe from Chiquita; she is a bad bitch, from what Miss Keisha told ...

... me."

"Not you too, Marie," I say while walking to the back. "Hey, Miss Cheryl, sorry I'm late getting here. They needed me at the cash register."

"Of course, they did. So, how's your head," she says, placing her hand on my head.

"It's better, I'm good. How about you?"

"Perfectly fine, God dang tired though. I need you to stock up on the juices and cut some watermelon. Salad might get real low this afternoon with the sale."

"2 for 4 dollars is a good deal."

"I must get this old box in the freezer before I go. Can you help me reach it?" {Ahh, the old box in the freezer trick.}

"Sure, let's get it." I follow her to the back; she reaches the step ladder to get the box.

"Can you steady me? Just grab my hips." {Oh, I'll ill grab it, alright, you cougar you.} I grab her hips firmly; she jumps a little from my touch.

"My, you have a strong grip; you could probably."

"Cheryl? Who the hell are you? Get your damn hands off my wife!" {Oh shit!}

"Well, this isn't what it looks like," I say, placing my hands to the size of a kid who got caught sneaking cookies from the cookie jar--a pretty firm cookie, by all accounts.

"Oh, hush Harold! He kept me steady to grab this box with our paperwork."

"He had his hand on your ass."

"This is the young man who saved me the other day. That's more than you ever could or would do." {Oh no, I feel like fucking Cuck right now, I don't like this shit at all. But what did I expect to happen? Keisha warned about this yet. ...