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The storm in my life Chapter 3 Kat's POV “What?” I asked confused. “You heard me right”, the manager said with a straight face. “Escort, as in a call girl?” “If that’s how you want to put it, yeah. Actually it is more exclusive than that, we have an alliance with one of the big clubs in town, we provide them with brilliant, smart and beautiful girls like you to give to their clients”. God, why me? I thought to myself. I was at the point of crying, I tried my best to keep the tears in. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I just excused myself and ran out. I broke down under a shed and broke out in tears. God, why is this happening to me? I gave you my all in college, I won a lot of souls for you, and you blessed me with a first class and now I can’t use it. Everyone is rejecting me. After crying and lamenting I went home and I met my parents in the kitchen arguing. I wasn’t ready to face them, but my dad saw the look on my face and h

The storm in my life Chapter 2 Katherine’s POV I was really surprised to see the sunrise when I woke up. Didn’t my alarm ring or maybe it did and I didn’t hear it. I looked around and…. “Arrghhhhhhhh!!!!” I screamed. A guy opened the door and ran in. “Where am I?” I asked him. It took me a while to recognise him, but where am I? “You’re in my house cupcake, do not be scared. It’s just a house”, he said grinning. “Why am I in your house?” I asked confused. “You passed out and I’m not that psychic to locate your house”. I rolled my eyes at him. “I was out for how long?” I asked confused. “For almost 24 hours. You really freaked me out, but you were breathing and sleep talking so, I knew you were alive” I felt embarrassed. “Uhm did we do anything?” I asked nervously biting my lower lip. “No”, he said. I let out a breathe that I didn’t know I was holding in. “I’m not that kind of a person and besides you’re a Church girl. I don’t do church gir

The storm in my life Chapter 1 NB: Some of the images that I’ll be using in this story are not mine. Katherine’s POV “Ughh!!” I said out loud when I heard the alarm ring for the third time. I stretched my arm and turned it off. Now waking up seems more like a torture to me. Who would have thought that life would treat me this way? I graduated with a first class and I’m working as a receptionist for my national service. I’m not criticizing the work, it’s cool and all, but it isn’t my standards, I have to smile to people and be extra nice, I didn’t study that!!! Hopefully today is my last day and I just hope that they keep me and promote me because I’ve put in my all and I got a first class. I got out of bed sluggishly and went to bath and dress up.  Today is my last day and I need to make a good impression and be on my best behavior, so I wore an ash classy fitting dress and paired it up with my black stilettos. I combed my hair down an