Chapter 1
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“Two more minutes” I mumbled into my pillow “For god sake somebody please turn of the f*****g alarm” i say now getting annoyed
I sat right up on the bed ready to hurl the f*****g object of auditory torture, something catches my eye, IT'S 7:30PM!!!
SHIT. I'M GONNA GET FIRED
I quickly got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to get prepared. I didn't even slow down when I almost slipped on the slippery bathroom floor as I rushed off to get dressed quickly.
I'm never spending the whole day watching the whole season of Game of Thrones, immediately after coming back from lectures. Even though I've seen the movies 3 times before.
I can't help it please, don't judge me.
It's such a powerful move when Emilia Clarke says ‘I am Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen.
The First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the Fir’
She's my Roman empire. And I don't care what anybody says.
But right now that power move is going to cost me my job.
I'm out of the house in record time, and dash down the street.
Luckily my job is just down the block, I quickly slip in through the back and in through the kitchen.
“If it isn't the great and late former employee” I hear my manager call out as soon as I slip on my apron and pick up my notebook.
“Well you got the great part right” I reply with a smile
The stern look on his face quickly wiped the smile off mine.
“Gerald I'm so sorry, I-”
“Just save it, Florentia, this is the third time this week you're late. And it's just Thursday, I'm beginning to think you don't want this job”
“I really do and I'm so sorry about this. I promise it won't happen again”
“That's what you said the last time”
“I know”
“And the time time before last”
“I know”
“And the time-”
Ding! Ding!! Ding!!!
Saved by the bell. Literally.
“I promise, last time” I say as I rush off to attend to whoever just saved my life from going to s**t.
“Good evening Sir, may I take your order?” I say in a polite professional tone as I approach the table with a smile plastered on my face.
As soon as the man looks up from the menu at me, I feel the air knocked out of my lungs, never have I seen such beauty.
This is the real life Khal drogo. f**k!!! I can hear my heart beating. And I'm talking about my second heart.
It’s been a while I felt this way, the last time was when I had that one e*****a book online. Not even my ex's had ever made me feel this way, yet this stranger just from looking at his face has me feeling all hot and bothered.
I'm lost in his stormy gray eyes, it's unusually gray, almost like moon gray, his full dark eyebrows make his eyes even more deep.
He looked like he just walked out of a playboy magazine, I mean look at him, his hair looks so thick and luscious and somehow looks soft,and I just want to run my hands through his hair.
His lips are moving, I think he is saying something, it looks so supple, I wonder what they taste like.
Wait, what?
“Can I order now? Or do you intend on gawking at me? Wait what god said that, because that voice sounded so ethereal
“Huh?”
“Can I order now?” He's the god with the voice
“I'm so sorry” I'm snapped out of my trance “Yes, yes you can order”
“Oh thank you, i thought you still wanted to keep gawking at me, I'd have a martini sour and that's all for now” he says with a smile
My cheeks heat up at being caught openingly staring, I scribble down it down and quickly rush off to get his order
I feel his eyes on me as I tell the bartender his order
“One whiskey sour, Sam”
“ Coming right up chica” he winks
Sam is not Mexican. Sam is just plain white. But Sam is a flirt. He’s a sweetheart though, he helped me out when I started working here and was extremely patient with me, even when I had broken countless glasses, spilled drinks, and basically made a mess. Sam really is a sweetheart.
“So who's the new catch?” I ask with a knowing grin on my face
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, we're gonna play the oblivious game huh? Alright have fun”
“Okay wipe that s**t eating grin off your face” he says as he playfully swipes his towel at me
“What!! So will you tell me or not?” I laugh
“Let me think about it” he pretends to think for a moment “No”
“Aww come on… I have no drama in my life. Just let me live vicariously through you dude… Please” I pull out my most puppy dog face card at him
“b***h you have a customer waiting and a drink to deliver…now shoo” he winks at me
“You Debbie downer” I grouchingly took the drink away and placed it on the table before him.
He looks up from his phone this time with a serious pointed look on his face as he stares at me again.
Fuck!! I'm gonna need rose tonight. Why does he keep staring at me?
“Would you want anything else sir?” I clearly my throat
“Yeah, I want you” he says as his eyes roam lazily all over my body,while he reclines into his seat crossing his hands.
I take the time to enjoy the view as well since he seemed to enjoy staring, why the f**k did he have to wear a f*****g suit?
An all black suit!! It looked as though it was tailored to fit just him, if not, how else do you explain the muscle outline I can clearly see as he flexes himself.
I take my eyes off his body and back to his face, and I nearly feel my knees buckle under his heavy scrutinizing stare. I feel my panties soaking just from wetness and my core throbbing. Rose!!! Hold on for me please baby.
His lips moving catch my attention and I'm almost drawn to throw myself to get a taste of his lips. They look so plump and full, imagining what they would look like after a kiss.
“What do you say?” He asked
“Huh?”
“I said, I want you, so what do you say?”
His words fully sink in and I feel anger boiling within me
“I beg the f**k not” I spit out
“ i don't mean in that way” he laughs “I just want to talk to you, if you don't mind”
“Well,I'm working right now, so no” I say as i storm off angry
Who the f**k does he think he is? I'm so angry right now all I want is to go home, but I need this job.
“Hey b***h, are you okay?” Sam asked worriedly as I walk back behind the counter
“I'm fine Sam, just another day at work” I reply sarcastically
“Want me to go talk to him? It's the customer right?”
“No Sam. Don't worry about him. But you can tell me who’s the new guy?” I joke at him
“What new guy?” He says as he looks away
“b***h I know you too well to jot notice the afterglow. b***h please” i roll my eyes as i cross my arms
“Wow you're awfully perceptive for someone who's getting zero action” i says with a serious look on his face
“Hey… I do get some actions” I say defensively
“Rose is not actions” he pointed
“Whatever. You know what, don't deviate. Tell me” I urge
“Fine” he relents “Well, we met at my cousin's party two months ago and we kinda hit it off. I don't want to put my heart out there again carelessly, you know?”
When I say Sam is a sweetheart, I mean it. Unfortunately, there's a lot of scum who don't appreciate a beautiful heart when they see one. Like Lucas, that son of a b***h, he broke Sam's heart when we found out he had a wife and a child on the way. I had never seen the happy go lucky Sam, breakdown that way, finding out your whole love life was just an experiment to someone else.
I never want him to go through that ever again, so I understood his fear.
“I understand babe. However babe, you don't need that bastard to control your life. You're an amazing person and you deserve all the happiness you can get, and if this guy does that, why not give it a try?” I say as I hold his hands
“What if I get hurt again?” I could see the vulnerability in his eyes
“What if you don't?” I smile at him “And if he makes you worry, I'll be here to s***h his tires and egg his house”
“You short menace” he laughs
“Glad to know my heights’ funny” I pout
“Aww no need to pout you big-”
“Ahem, Florentia one moment” we turn to see the manager call for me
“Oh oh what have you done now?”
“I did nothing, and what you mean by now?”
He shrugs and goes back to clean up the bar top
“Yes boss” I answered nervously. He looks flustered, I don't wanna be here.
“You'd have to stop working right now-”
“W-W-What? What do you mean? Is it because I came late, come on, please I already apologized. I'm so sorry, I promise I won't be late again. I can't afford to lose this job” At this point the tears were welling up in my eyes “I need this for school and also my mom, she's sick I can't lose this job, at least give me a period of grace to prove myself to you, I know it might not seem like I want this job, but I promise I do need it, I mean what can I do to-”
“Florentia, would you shut up for a moment and let me land” He cuts off my rambling “If I wanted to fire you, I would have done so the first time you came late” He gave a pointed look to emphasize what he meant.
“So why do I need to stop working tonight?” I asked as my lips tremble from anxiety
“I was getting to that before your guilty conscience got the best of you. Anyways, the gentleman you served a while ago has requested to have you serve him and since you were working tonight, has sorted that out. So you would have to spend the rest of your shift serving only him” he says and I look at him in shock
“Boss, are you pimping me out?” I asked incredulously
“....”
“....”
“All you have to do is serve him, I never asked you to sleep with him. What’s your problem?” He looks at me like I grew a second pair of head
“Oh and he's moved to the VVIP section” he adds as he leaves
“Yes Sir” I absentmindedly responded to him. Why would he want me to attend to him? I mean he's cute and all, okay he's handsome, devilish so, but I don't understand why he would want me specifically to serve him.
Could this be the weirdness of beautiful people? I did hear that beautiful people had the most twisted oddities about them, this can't be it, right?
Ugh no need moping around, let's just get this night over with.
Time to face this beautiful demon tonight.
- Writer
