The Billionaire's Angel

Chapter 3

Morning came for the Montclair and all he was waiting for was an email from his driver about her and so it did and it showed

Name: Lalisa Walters

Age: 27 years old

Occupation: Staff at a non-exclusive restaurant

Parents: Dead

Mother died in a car accident and father died of cancer

Siblings: 1 younger brother

Name: Carlton Walters

Age: 17

Lives in a 2-bedroom apartment and is behind with bills because of her brother's school

As soon as he was done reading all of that he still could feel there was more to her so he grabbed his phone and called his driver

“Is this all you could find? Her parents named her house, where she loves to go often and all of that” then there was a silence

“So when you said I should find something on her, you meant, literally everything, and that includes her location?” He asked, shocked by his actions, never for once had he ever asked him to look into a woman, and now that he's asked, he wanted to know where she lived too?

“I'm so sorry young master, I will get right to it and send it to you right away”

“Don't make me ask twice,” he said and hung up. He knew something was wrong with him. Normal men didn’t dig into waitresses’ lives. Normal men didn’t care. But he wasn’t looking for a cure, he wanted more.

Then came a knock on his door and in entered the butler

“Sir, what would you have this morning?”

“I will be eating out, tell my mother I've got work to do at the office and I might be back late”

“But it's just 7 am, sir. How about a cup of coffee?”

He shook his head and waved him bye as he got up to shower and dress up

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It's 7:30 am, and Lisa is already late while rushing to make Carlton a home-cooked meal and leaving him the last hot water for the day to use. She then rushed out, leaving a note on the fridge for him to see she had left him something.

In the cab, Lalisa dabbed foundation on her cheeks, her hands trembling. She wasn’t used to this. Makeup, flirting, seduction, it was all part of the plan, but God, it still felt foreign. Revenge didn’t come with a manual, but today she would improvise, that's when she realised she didn't know much about make-up apart from lip gloss and foundation she was hopeless in that front but she did her hair nicely and her uniform was more on the revealing side which she did unknowingly. She forgot to zip up showing a little bit of her chest and wore her killer heels, the stiletto ones with the red bottoms and because of traffic she got in around 8:50 am although she seemed a little tense when getting out of her cab she knew she had to 100% do this so she could let her mother rest well in her grave.

Walking up to the restaurant's back door and she entered to prepare for her work she heard someone calling to her

“Lalisa, Lalisa, I think someone's here to see you”

She looked back “Huh? To see me?? Is that what you said Derek?” she asked again to confirm

“I think so, he said your name and described your hair. He's been waiting for almost an hour” Derek her co-worker said tapping her on the shoulder “I really hope you didn't do anything bad this time around Lalisa”

“I don't think I did, but let's find out,” half scared, half intrigued, she couldn’t wait to see who described her like a wanted person. She tore her name tag from her locker, then closed it and pinned it to her clothes. As she walked out the door into the restaurant, she saw him standing with his eyes glued to the door. She came out with no food or water on his table. Her heart skipped a beat but she took it as fear which was the right thing to feel for him but not at this particular time as a smile curved on her lips she slowly walked towards him then dropped her hands to let them move freely and she moved her hips more this time around As she got to him she dropped her smile and bowed

“Good morning sir, to what do I owe this?” She asked straight to the point

“Good morning to you Miss Walters, you were supposed to recommend me some food and help refill my last order but you didn't come back out and I am here to have you finish them up”

He said walking straight to her

“I can’t really seem to forget our encounter Miss Walters” he added almost in a whisper that if she wasn't paying attention she wouldn't have caught that

“Sorry sir but there are literally other people in the restaurant that are paid to do that for you”

She said almost annoyed

“The thing is, Lalisa,” Damson leaned in, “I’m not for everyone.”

“Good,” she shot back. “Neither am I.”

“My point exactly, Lalisa, so let's start with a heart-warming breakfast. I could eat a whole human being as I am right now” he said sitting down

For some reason, she couldn't reply to that but she handed him the menu and then sat down across the table from him “Then you wouldn't mind picking the food yourself”

Crossing her legs then resting her back with her hands on her thighs, like she was calling his attention to it and he answered

“Miss Walters, I am getting a feeling that you do not like me,” he said with his eyes wandering from her thighs to her chest then to her lips and she caught all of that She got bolder

“You are doing this in my place of work and it's highly unappreciated. I'm sure you understand how this works. You look like a business person yourself Mr…?”

“You can call me Damson, and yes I am a businessman man”

“So Damson, you understand why I wouldn't seem to like you, right?”

“I get it but I seriously would like a breakfast recommended by you and a refill for my last order. That's all it will be for now” he said still wandering his eye all over her

“I guess you wouldn't like my choices, you seem like a really picky eater Damson”

“As far as you chose it I already like it, Miss Walters”

Then she stood up and he did the same and she could still feel his eyes on her as she exited the restaurant to the kitchen

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Damson hated how restless he felt, like some loyal animal waiting for a command. No woman had ever done this to him. But one look at her and his discipline cracked, piece by piece. Inasmuch as everything in him was telling him to hate that feeling he couldn’t right from the moment he saw her come out of that door he's first thought was “she looks too good” and he never has had that towards another woman. They all became boring repeating the same thing but not her even her walk turned him on he couldn’t peel his eyes from her, he didn't want to it was like he was right where he's meant to be and the fact he kept on reminding himself to blink whenever she's looking directly at him made him furious but still wouldn't trade places with nobody at that moment.

He had thought about her in ways he's never thought about any woman just from her sitting across him and when she left he didn’t care about people's eyes on him he wanted to follow her just before he could do that a call came in it was his mother and he picked

“Dear, I'm just hearing you didn't have breakfast before leaving the house, why?”

His darling mother Morgan Montclair the only woman who has him wrapped around her fingers but he's having a feeling that's about to change

“Hello to you too, mother. I slept well and I hope you did? How is your morning going my love?” He asked trying to cuddle her away from the fact that he was out to see a woman that she didn't put in his life

“I'm sorry my baby, I was just so worried that you didn't eat and you left home. You've never done something like this before, you've always eaten breakfast at home. Are you good? Is everything okay??”

“I'm good mother, I just needed a little bit of fresh air and I had a really important meeting I hope you understand”

“Of course, my baby. Enjoy the rest of your day, and I hope you aren't forgetting your uncle's birthday party is this weekend, we would all be expecting you.”

“Sure thing, mother,” he replied, knowing he wouldn't be going, then she hung up.

Looking at the door hoping she would come out anytime soon and she did minutes later carrying with her a tray and all the contents were covered he didn’t know when he stood up and grabbed the tray off her hands while leading her to the table

“Be careful now Mr. Damson, people might think you work here” she said sitting down as she watched him set his own plate and sit down beside her

“What about now? Do I look like I work here?” Looking directly into her eyes, they were gorgeous

“Maybe not too close, I have phobias for men who don't respect themselves and the people around them,” she said still seated waiting for him to move to the other side but he didn’t

“What about the ones that lose their morals and composure they've used all their life to build?”

This time he took an inch closer to her, his arms on the chair, making her look small and helpless.

“I have phobias for things that I can’t control, Lalisa, and that happened to be you…