Torn Between Two Alpha Brothers

A Proposal

GRETA:

"Make sure you don't f**k this up. I have never had a new employee of mine work as a waiter." The manager, Shumpert, warns right after my uniform is tossed at me.

This is my first day working at this exclusive bar as a waitress. I have never taken up this job before and that's definitely because Kylian hates when I work in such an environment. I remember how convincing him to work at this bar had been.

"I can't let you work at that bar. Do you know how many of my friends frequent that place?" He had asked when I told him I got the job at the exclusive bar.

"Does it matter if they do?" I had asked an agitated Kylian. Of course, he was being ridiculous as ever and it was going to take so hard for him to let me work there.

"It does!" He snapped, his eyes wide in anger. "They would see my fiancé working as a bartender and laugh at me. They would think I am not man enough to take care of you! Working at the club is for young girls who have no hope of what to do with their lives!"

"I think this has more to do with your wounded masculinity than me working as a waitress. You are more worried about your friends finding out than you are worried about me working there so I know your answer. Kylian, no one would provide for the house if I don't work. It's not like you do anything anyway. You're always seated in front of the TV playing video games!"

I had left the house in anger. I loved Kylian so much but sometimes, he could be an insecure prick. He'd been living in my apartment for almost a year now, doing nothing but wake up, sleep and complain about not being able to get a job even as a college graduate.

I don't know why he thinks it makes sense for him to be worried about his friends rather than a job that would put food on our table.

"Are you ready?" Shumpert calls from behind the door again.

I button up my white shirt before looking down at the skirt I'd been given. It is really short and uncomfortable for me to wear.

"Yes, sir! On my way out now."

I pull the door and step out, trying hard to pull my skirt down as I walk towards him. But he is more concerned about my legs than anything else.

"Sir, I think this is too short for me. I can wear my pants today and amend this skirt when I get back home."

"None of that will be happening." He leers. "The shorter the skirt, the more customers we get. Move to the counter!"

Nodding, I hurry towards the counter where a few other waiters and waitresses are waiting and I am no different from the ladies who have their breasts popping out and their panties showing.

The ladies look at me like I am not a part of them, laughing as they snatch their trays and walk away. The bartender gives me a reassuring smile before I pick up my tray.

"You're taking it to the third table at the end of the room."

Nodding with a smile, I turn in the direction, my eyes scanning the area as I locate the third table. It is occupied by four men who are all dressed in business suits.

My hands are shaking. How the hell am I supposed to carry four tall glasses of beer that far without spilling them?

I try to calm my nerves as I weave past tables, plastering a fake smile on my face. The music for one, is distracting enough.

"Watch out, b***h!" Someone yells from the other side of the room. I mean, I should have continued on my way instead of feeding my eyes on whatever was happening at the other side of the room but I didn't.

One of the waitresses has stopped walking and she remains standing as the patron calls her all sorts of names for bringing the wrong order. Isn't that the fault of the bartender—

Crash!

My eyes widens and time slows as my tray slips out of my hold. I try to reach out for it but it is too late and the sound of glass shattering into tiny shards silences the room.

"What. The. f**k. Is. Wrong. With. You!" A man growls in the deepest baritone I have ever heard before. My body vibrates from the intensity of his voice and I fall to my knees in my quest to gather whatever is left of the tray but a terrible mess has been made on the floor and there is nothing to pick.

Quickly, I rise to my feet to see a man looking down at me with anger in his eyes. And by God, he is the most handsome man I have ever seen in a while around here. His tan skin makes him look exotic and he is really tall. About six foot four. His cerulean blue eyes narrow into slits as he takes intimidating steps towards me.

"Don't you watch where you're going?!"

"I am really sorry!" I reply quickly, trying hard to ignore his perfectly chiseled face. I can't even bear to look at his face. He looks like he could snap my neck at any moment.

The club is silent and all eyes are on us, like they are waiting for something to happen.

"You are sorry?!" He snaps. "Is that going to clean the mess on my clothes?"

"It wouldn't. I can help you clean it up if you want."

He swats my hand and glares at me in anger before pulling his kerchief out. "I will make you pay for this you just did!"

What did he just say? I look up at him with a frown. "I already apologized. It wasn't done on purpose, sir. I apologize."

"I do not accept half-assed apologies. You sound like you don't mean it."

"I do, sir. If you want me to get you a drink, I would do that."

"Fall on your knees." He replies in a commanding tone.

"What?"

"I said, fall on your knees!"

Scoffing, I shake my head. "I can see that you just want to make me a laughing stock this evening. But I will not kneel before you, sir. An apology is enough and if watching people grovel at your feet strokes your ego, I will not be doing that."

"What is going on here?"

I turn to Shumpert who raises his hand to stop me when I try to speak.

"Ask your rude waiter who poured drinks on me." The man replies with a snarl.

"I did none of—"

"Shut the hell up!" Shumpert snaps. "This is your first day here as a waiter and look how you messed things up!" Then he turns to the man who is still glaring daggers at me. "I am really sorry for the mess she made, sir. I'll make sure she is thoroughly disciplined."

"Unfortunately, I would like for her to be fired at this moment."

"You can't possibly want that after I apologized to you!" I cry out, feeling a sense of panic wash over me as I turn to Shumpert. "I know I made a mistake, sir but please, do not fire me."

"I don't think I have an option, lady. Because Mr Klaus here is the owner of the club."

Sighing in defeat, I take the loss. I am probably not meant to work here. I think about how Jeremy will gloat about how he didn't want me working here in the first place.

After I return the uniform which I hate by the way, I walk out of the club in shame. This is the first time I get fired on my first day at work. As a consolation, I decide it is not for me anyway.

My phone rings in my pocket and I take it out to see that it is a call from my landlord. I know he's calling to ask about the rent.

"Good day, sir."

"There is nothing good about today!" He snaps. "It's been three months since you promised to pay up your rent and I haven't heard a single word from you! I am done hearing excuses whenever I call. I am giving you three days to move out with your good for nothing boyfriend! Three days!"

The call ends in my ear before I can say anything and there at the parking lot, my world comes crashing down at my feet. I want to call Kylian to tell him about this but what is he going to do about it? Tell me everything will be alright like he usually does?

A sob threatens to escape my throat as I walk towards the parking lot but car zooms right in front of me, nearly hitting me off the curb and I mutter a string of curses as I jump out of the way.

It slows to a halt and the tinted glasses wound down. A familiar face pokes out of the window and when I see who it is, I am consumed by anger.

The guts he has to think that he can still talk to me after he messed today up for me.

"You look rather melancholic." He says right after he steps out of the car.

"Why do you care?!" I snap. "You already had me fired so you shouldn't have an issue with me being sad. After all, you can do whatever you want because you are the boss. You don't care if your choices affects others terribly."

"Don't blame me for the mess you made, Greta." He smirks and even in the dark, I can make out his really handsome face. "I have a proposal for you by the way."

"Proposal? To make me crawl on the floor, begging for your forgiveness so you can employ me back? Newsflash, I am no longer interested in working here so don't bother."

He pays me no heed but continues to talk. "I want you to stand in as my fiancé for three days and if you do that, I will pay you handsomely."

"You're crazy if you think I am going to do that!"

"I know you are about to be thrown out of your apartment and you don't even have any hope of getting a job, Greta. So if you are willing to do that for ten thousand dollars, here's my card. Call me and I'll set everything up."

And he drives away, leaving a black card in my hand and a myriad of conflicting thoughts.