Unwelcome surprise

You were just finishing the dishes when you feel a slap come down hard on your right buttcheek, startling you and making you let out a cute little squeal.

"How is my little cow doing? Missed having your stud around?" Nathan says.

Improper physical interaction followed by sexist comment. Yeah, it was hard not to come to the conclusion that Nathan was back home. Like usual, you decide to just ignore him and to continue doing your chores. But as if to precisely make you unable to do so, you hear your host order you.

"Go make me a sandwich will ya?"

You simply nod before he leaves you. Grabbing a plate and the bread, you sigh. Much to your dislike, you've been getting better at being in the kitchen like a true submissive housewife. Between cleaning and making sandwiches, you're regretting your role in spreading these sexist stereotypes, especially because you find yourself **** to be in one. Not taking too long, you have Nathan's sandwich ready.

You half-timidly bring it to him in the living room. You find him relaxing on the sofa and drinking some beer.

Whilst he munched down on his meal like a true glob, you wonder what was it that a goddess like Julia saw on that guy. But before you were able to leave Nathan alone, he calls out to you.

"Oi Luca! Where's my rent?"

"I'll bring it over to you." You simply answer him, suppressing a sigh caused by the fact that you're still not entirely amused to give your money to that guy.

Entering your shoddy room, you search for your bag where you keep your cash. Opening one of its pockets, you stuff your hand inside. Your eyes go wide.

Where's the money?

****, you check every inch inside your bag, your closet, even underneath your mattress. You were sure you still had enough for a week or two, but now all you can do is despair. ****, you realize that you've started crying. You have nowhere left to go, you can't let Nathan kick you out. What would happen to you? To the little child growing inside you?

"Where's my money bitch?" You hear him calling for you from the living room.

Crying pathetically, you come out and make your way there. When you arrive, Nathan looks at you with a mix of indifference and slight interest. Between sobs you try to explain to him.

"I'm sorry but I don't have any money." You watch his expression turn sour. "Please don't kick me out. I-I promise I'll try to find a way to earn it to pay you, a-and there's a lot of chores I can still do for you-"

You notice that Nathan still hasn't said a word. His only response is to lay back on the couch after unbuttoning his pants. Knowing fully well what he meant with that gesture, you look at him pleadingly but you're not met with any sympathy from him.