#fall for it

[immortal-bcz-i-have-plot-armour]

i js realised my most used emojis are what my mother uses the least

🤩😭🥀🙏🏻😱🖕

[itsmythang]

When people say that billionaires keep us divided with culture wars so we won’t fight a class war, it’s because it’s true.

[griffonage-arts]

Fall For It

[songquota]

Of course I fall for it, just like I did when I was 16 Such a fool for you, did you ever even miss me? Doubt it

Neck Deep - Kali Ma

[soligher]

[ajkuerschner]

Fall for it - End of march

Friday afternoon after work I go to the supermarket to buy ingredients for dinner. Today there is a sake bowl and we have run out of leeks and soy sauce. At the checkout I have a little chat with the cashier and wish him a nice weekend, and then quickly go purposefully to our apartment, which is a five-minute walk away. A message interrupts my pace. Endrik writes that he only has a meeting and then comes home. Suddenly I bump into something or someone. „Oh, sorry,“ I say automatically and look up. Time stands still for a short moment. I look into his crystal clear eyes, which briefly stick to me. Then he turns his face away and continues talking on the phone. His dark hair is tied into a short braid. He appeases the incident with a hand gesture. Wow, I’m not that careless otherwise.

At home I hang jacket and bag on the wardrobe and put the shopping in the kitchen. My playlist sounds from the speakers of the music box. After putting on something comfortable, I start cooking. I have already mastered this dish from the ff.

Just when I activate the keep warm function of the cooking surface, a message appears on my mobile phone. >> Completely forgotten, today is the anniversary of my company. Don’t wait for me. << So eat again without Endrik. Before I put down the cell phone, it rings. „Hey Amy, we have private event today and need every free employee.“ „I’m coming. I’m on my way,“ I answer, hang up and sigh. As if I hadn’t already worked enough today, but I like to do it for Leno.

When I arrive, I fly over the tables with an analytical look. All are occupied. I quickly throw the apron over and tie my hair into a braid. Then I take a tray from the counter and start serving the guests. My eye catches Endrik’s face. He sits at a table with three other colleagues. A female colleague sits too close to him for my standards. I try to avoid the table and ask another waitress to serve it. So it’s the company he works for that celebrates its anniversary here.

Even more annoyed by today, I try to hide it and to serve the guests professionally according to the best skills. „Oh, Amy, I’m sorry, but I urgently have to go home to my children. The little one got a fever and it continues to rise. Can you please continue to serve table 7?”, a colleague asks me and runs past me. I call her afterwards that I will do that and go straight to the said table to ask if the guests would like anything. I notice that the five people are visibly different from the rest in the room and that this is the boss level.

That doesn’t change my behavior, because I treat everyone equally, no matter how poor or rich someone is. But then our eyes meet again and I remember the incident from earlier. His eyes also reveal that he recognizes me. I take their orders and forward the note.

After I bring the food and drink, he asks me for my name and when I get off work.

„Amy serves you tonight and I’m off work when the last guest has left and the lights go out.“ He nods gratefully for my answer and I go about my work. When the bill is requested, he tells me to ask my supervisor to get off work. I raise an eyebrow and answer that I can’t promise anything. A little surprised about this, I go to Leno, who is standing in the kitchen today, and tell him about it. „Ah, no problem. Keane and I are good friends. Please say hello to him for me, because I don’t have a free minute here today. „I nod, take off the apron and throw it in the laundry basket, release the braid from my hair and go back to table 7, where the mysterious Keane is waiting for me.

[ajkuerschner]

I sit opposite him, since the place has just become free and the other three remaining ones also say goodbye and leave. In general, it has become quieter in the restaurant and Endrik is also breaking with his colleagues, putting an arm over his “female colleague“ over her shoulder. My eyes nerrow briefly, but I shake off the anger. „We seem to have a mutual friend,“ I begin the conversation with Keane. „Leno is a long-time friend. At the time, I suggested that he should open a restaurant, because he prepares excellent food.“ „Wow.“ „So I don’t want to waste your valuable time and get straight to the point, Amy.“ I straighten up and I’m curious what’s coming next. „I’m looking for a female companion for my free time. You have to know that the escorts have become too boring for me and after a failed, childless marriage I have no desire to enter into a new relationship. Please be my daughter, who I never had.”

„Wow.” I have to digest that first. „Is that serious?“ „Yes, why should I bother you with lies. If you spend 60 hours a week working, you look for a little relaxation and the joys of life in your free time. If you share this with someone, it doubles. „So you’re a SugarDaddy and I’m supposed to be your SugarBabe?“ „I haven’t looked at it that way yet, but ... Now that you say it, it’s comparable to that, yes.“ „I don’t really have the time for that and my friend won’t be thrilled about it.“ „Please call him.“ I take my phone out of my pocket and tap on his contact. At the other end of the line, the voicemail sounds. „I’m not for sale, to make that clear, certainly not for any intimate activities.“ He seems amused.

„I’m just asking you if you want to be an escort for me. I won’t buy you anything if you don’t want to and I’m not interested in, as you call it, intimate activities with you. Let’s lead our relationship on a father-daughter level, because you look like you could really be my daughter.“ „You don’t look as old as my dad.“ „Thank you for this flattering compliment, but I’m forty-eight.“ I look at him in disbelief. He doesn’t look older than mid-thirties. „Okay, okay. Let’s set up a few rules.” „Oh, I love that we get personal and draw up a contract.”

He pulls out a ballpoint pen and a folder with empty paper from his briefcase and hands me both. „Please, write down your demands and then I will complete it with mine.“ While I write down my rules, I spell them out loud. „Our father-daughter thing remains on a platonic level. Physical contact is only allowed if it is appropriate. Holding hands and kissing on cheek are allowed, all other touches and or intimacies are prohibited. You always have to ask before you want to do anything with me. I always have the opportunity to make a decision. It is not asked for personal information, but it is allowed to address, share and or disclose personal things.” „I like that Amy.” He takes the A4 sheet and completes the list with his demands.

„You call me Daddy and I call you babe. You don’t fall in love with me. I’ll give you a smartphone with my number stored on it. We only contact each other via this mobile phone. If one of us breaks the rules, the contract is void and the contact is broken off.” We both sign this sheet and he puts it back in his pocket. Can I drive you home, babe?“ „With pleasure Daddy, I don’t have a car and the bus only runs every hour at this time.“

We left the restaurant and he directs me to a black limousine. „Thanks for stopping by, Daddy.“ I can’t help but smile. I didn’t even call my own father that. We sit together in the back seat and are driven. „At our next meeting you will receive the phone. Please always carry it with you, babe.“ „How could I leave the house without it, Daddy.“ He must also smile slightly during our role-play. „Did I estimate your age correctly earlier, babe?” „How young do you estimate me, Daddy?” „Mid-twenties, babe.”

„Daddy is good at guessing. I’m twenty-six.” The car stops and he gets out to open the door for me. „Thank you, Daddy.“ „See you soon babe.“ He gives me a goodbye kiss on the cheek and gets back in. One thing I have to give him. He has class and his perfume is bewitching. I can’t wait to tell Bamika about it. Endrik is not yet home when I enter our apartment. So I make myself comfortable in bed and text back and forth with Bamika. She warns me that Keane could turn out to be a psychopath. However, I have a strong intuition and it tells me that he has an honest skin. We wish each other a good night and then I process what I experienced in my dreams.