Mr Billionaire and His Innocent Obsession

You know that one moment they talk about in the movies and shows, the one moment that is supposed to change your life forever. They say you can feel it when you get to that point, the point of no return, there’s no going back from it. That’s where I am right now.  He walks into the diner and everything just stops.  This is the first time Martha is letting me work the front by myself. Most days she just would have Benny work the shifts with me but he could not come in to work today because apparently he had to run to the hospital, his wife just had a baby. Martha gave him the week off to take care of his woman and make sure his child is well catered to and that means we both have to handle everything for a few more days before he’s back working.  Thankfully, I have been able to handle most of the rush hour crises. All it takes to calm people down most times is just words or reassurance or if they prove to be the problematic kind then a sharp glare or i just ignore their antics. The last man who tried to cause a scene was carried out by my regulars who didn’t like that he swung his fist at me.  One moment I was telling him we were out of blueberry pie which was our special for the day. Martha makes a fresh batch to go everyone for desert and he wanted his due slice. I told him we didn’t have any for the day and he got so mad. The horrific part of the story was that he had a little boy with him and he seemed so scared. He swung at me but as he was still in mid swing I remember Lance, a regular at our diner and a growing friend of my mine seized his hand and pulled him out of the diner by the scruff of his shirt. I have not had to deal with any more erratic customer in days and I’m grateful for that. Working as a service provider you have to always brace yourself. Someone might be having a bad day and you’re just an easy target for them to vent and unleash their anger. You can’t even act back to them or you’ll get fired, bad publicity or even get sued for emotional damages. It’s really a lot of pressure. I understand why people quit this job after a few weeks.  At first I cannot place his face but as he walks closer I finally see him. Niall Reacher the Oil magnate and billionaire. You have to be living in the caves somewhere far in the West Indian islands to not know who he is.  He won the most eligible bachelor four times in a roll and only just got upstaged by Jerome Douglas, a blonde haired prince from the Netherlands.  There’s something so raw and magnetic about his energy. It’s like he’s sucking the air out of the room by just walking. You know that vision of lights and the heaven opens with an Angel walking down towards you? That’s how it feels like right now. It’s so intense. Also taller in person than the way he looks in pictures and on the tv.  I straighten my shoulders. For once I’m grateful I did something right. Blow drying my hair this morning was a good idea. Not only did I blow dry I did a deep conditioning so it’s so lush and shiny today. My ratty jeans and Martha diner’s faded turquoise blue t-shirt molded my breasts in a very nice way, I instinctively rubbed the stain at the pocket area forgetting it won’t out no matter how much I wash this piece of clothing. With deep breathes I try to focus on his face and not his body. It will be wrong to stare at his beautiful masculine frame like a p*****t and that’s why I’m not doing it. I’m going to look straight into his eyes and not let my eyes wander to those thick muscular arms that make girls weak in the knees thinking of being held, picked up by him.  I’m taken aback by his presence as he gets closer. It’s not the raw animal magnetism that seeps out of his pores or his masculine consuming musk that filters through my senses till I can feel it in my chest. It’s simply the fact of him being here. In this very diner that’s absurd.  Martha’s diner is one of the few remaining diners of the early 20th century. Started as a small food shack by her great grandmother who passed it on to her children till it got to Martha. Small, quaint and homely tucked into the side of an apartment complex it was a mystery how they still stayed in business. Most regulars grew up in these parts and were family with Martha’s family.  They often brought their friends who also told their friends. It was not everyday you found a cheap food spot that sold fresh salads. Occasionally, tourists wandered here and had a pleasant time experiencing North African food and sweets. Niall Reacher here in this diner was an anomaly, maybe he was lost. I notice his eyes scan across the dinner quickly and my shoulders immediately straighten. Something tells me this man does not miss anything with the way his eyes skim over every single detail thoroughly.  I swallow as much air as I fill into my lungs and let it back out. When his eyes finally reach me they start their perusal from my feet slowly till they get to my eyes and hold.  There’s a stillness in his eyes that reminds me of a quiet lake. Dark, green blue murky waters that swallow people who wander to far into its depths.  “Hi, welcome to Martha’s diner. What can I do for you?” I manage to spit out without falling all over myself.  NIALL’s pov  I woke up with morning with the sun beating against my back as I stumbled to my feet and dragged my hungover frame back inside the house.  I must have passed out on the terrace.  I see bottles and empty red cups all over the place. It gives me the feeling of nostalgia. My freshman years… all the wild parties and hangouts, I and my friends tried to attend as much as we could. Trey and Jordan always made sure they knew all the parties and all the women that were meant to attend. They were always down for a good time. Fun memories but not now.  He was no longer a freshman that he just impulsively threw a party and invited all his celebrity friends. Clearly getting too old for this.  Groaning I make way to the elevator and take it to the penthouse and nearly fall on my face on the way to the bathroom. Thankfully Stanley helped get rid of everyone. That’s why he’s so reliable and I pay him very well for his loyalty and service. He always thinks of my needs ahead of me and that’s why he is one of my trusted staff. Looking at my red rimmed eyes in the mirror I swallow a grimace. I look like hell. I look like I was attacked by a gang of wild rats. Moss green eyes stare back at me and my fist clench painfully.  A lot of people see me and one of the biggest compliments I get are my eyes. They tell me they remind them of the stormy sea when I’m pissed and the lake when it’s at rest and the peak of the day whenever I’m happy. They remind me of someone I don’t want to remember. I avoid looking at my reflection, maybe sometimes I do it to punish myself.  My friends called it a blessing, my soft dark hair. It fell down to my neck in soft waves, framing my face. They often got jealous of my hair, Its definitely the Gypsy genes that gave me all that.  With a sigh I grab my wash and quickly do my morning routine. It’s a Monday morning and although I’m the boss it does not speak well for me to show up late just because I can also I don’t want to stay in this house and think about why I threw the party in the first place. At least at work I can bury myself in it and forget for a few hours.  Throwing on a party was the kind of distraction I needed but now I have to pay the price. I groan as my head starts pouring with a vengeance.  Staggering to the cabinet I grab the bottle of pain killers and quickly pop two in my mouth to take the edge off the pain. I try not to get myself carried away by things but last night I lost control to a certain degree by letting myself sink back down to that place I promised I would never be again in my life.