The Alluring Billionaire's Obsession

chapter1.3

I was taking a deep breath when, on Friday at around 7pm, I sent my last email of the week. I'd finished all my work on time to the great satisfaction of my clients, at least I hope so. I cracked my knuckles and tilted my head back to relax my neck muscles and I met Anthony's gaze, who grinned at me, waving his phone in the air.

- I've just received the final transaction for your magnificent work this week, thank you Lalie, really

- You're welcome, don't worry, I've just done my job,’ I replied, a hypocritical smile on my lips, barely holding back a bloody remark about the slave-like treatment he had consciously subjected me to this week.

- If you like, we can go for a drink to celebrate this successful week and to thank you for giving it your all.

Hide your joy though I

- I'm sorry, I can't, I'd love to, but I've got an unavoidable program right after. Thinking about my work at the Green

- I can see why I didn't give you any advance notice, you must have someone waiting for you outside these four walls, he said, a mocking smile on his lips.

I wouldn't give him the pleasure of satisfying his curiosity, let everyone keep their lives private, I thought, looking at him and smiling back.

- Well, that's not all, but I've got a few drinks to catch up.

- Have fun, I said, looking down at my machine to turn it off and go home.

- Here, he said, handing me a few tickets, have a drink with the person of your choice.

- Thank you, I said, taking the tickets and stuffing them into my bag. Have a good weekend, Anthony!

- Same to you, lalie

I put everything away in a hurry and rushed to the green to start my shift. I always wondered by what miracle I'd never bumped into Anthony at the Green. Maybe it wasn't the kind of place he used to go to. I don't know if he has kept me from knowing the reputation the waitresses at the Green had here.

- It's packed tonight, my lielie, let's do our utmost to win as much as possible.

Says Ane with a broad smile on his face,

- I don't have your assets, but I'll do my best

- You're simplifying your pointy t**s and your pretty bottom? You've got assets, love, the trick is knowing how to use them. You can take a leaf out of my book by starting to do your service without a bra, and let your n*****s, hardened by the cold, attract customers for you, my pretty.

I picked up my tray and followed her to do my service. If I gave good tips, I could go back to Sandton to the cathedral and, with a bit of luck, Apollo would still be there on Sunday, and I'd see him again. Loaded with this new positive thought, I made my way to the tables with a smile plastered on my face, ready to do whatever I could to earn more tonight, ignoring his suggestion about my bra as it wouldn't make any difference if I walked around naked. My underwear is my only protection against the micro-clothes I wear to work. So I let myself be groped by the customers and their (rough) hands with a fake smile plastered on my lips. I tried to imitate Ana by talking into the customer's ear, letting my breath trail down their neck or wander over their ears, apparently, it was an erogenous organ, and rubbed my breasts on their backs, so they could feel my firm breasts through their clothes and their imagination did the rest. I repeated this pattern on several customers. The smell of alcohol on them was really disgusting, and their breath was not fresh, their wandering hands, their bodies dripping with sweat. I even received salacious compliments, some said pretty tips, others still, you're actually a good slut. You, or you hid your game well little b***h, usually accompanied by a tap on my ass, I had to clench my teeth several times not to respond and smile to receive tickets. It was the same thing on Saturday until 4am. After a few hours of heavy sleep, I woke up and rushed to my bag where I kept all my tips to count them and see if I had enough to go to Sandton and I realized that I had around forty thousand rand, enough for two Sundays and even for two nice outfits and even to do my hair next week.

It was with a big smile that I headed for my bathroom to take my shower, during which I rubbed my skin until it was irritated. I repeated this pattern all weekend to try and get rid of the sensation of all those disgusting touches I'd been through the previous days, then I went to church. Once in the taxi, I ran my hand over my sky-blue dress more to calm the tension that was rising as I dreaded the moment when I would see Apollon. I didn't see the journey past, immersed in my thoughts, the taxi parked at the entrance to the cathedral. I gave him his money and headed for the same bench as last Sunday opposite the gym. What if he doesn't come? I asked myself, and then I remembered everything I'd done in the last two days on the green, everything I'd had to put up with in order to be able to see him again, I could feel those hands on me, my breasts on the torsos of his fathers, their bad nicotine breath on my face, all for the sole purpose of being able to see him today. Given that I can only see him from a distance, I can't make out a single feature of his face, why hadn't he left my mind all week? Now, with hindsight, I realize how ridiculous the situation was, a man I'd only seen once. What was happening to me? And to think that maybe he didn't even know I existed. I was cut off from my thoughts by the slowing down of a car at my level. When I looked up, I saw that it was a car textually like that of Apollon. I even forgot what I was thinking. My heart was panicking. Was it him? And if he spoke to me, how would I react? What would he say? What should I say? I didn't have time to think about it anymore as the car overtook me and parked in front of the gym and the same scenario as last week happened again: his strong-armed driver a.k.a. took his bag and entered the club and Apollo leaned back on his vehicle to smoke, giving me the chance to watch him as I pleased. I was enjoying the aura that was radiating from him, a magnetic aura. I couldn't quite define what I was feeling when I looked at him, the tension in the air, I couldn't explain how much I wanted him, in every sense of the word, although he also seemed to radiate an aura of danger, I still felt drawn to him. I looked at him with admiration, I'd say, like a child in front of an ice cream with his favorite flavor. I think my mouth was even open. However, I didn't care, my heart started racing again when his head turned towards me. I still couldn't say for sure that he was looking at me. On the other hand, I didn't really care, I preferred to think he was, especially as it gave me a better idea of the contours of his face, and I think at one point I was even jealous of the cigarette he was holding between his fingers - I know for a fact that if I were in his shoes, I'd burn out a lot faster just because of his touch. When he brought his hand to his lips to take a little more of that slow poison, I had hot flashes of how sweet it could be to be between his lips. Where did such a thought come from? I said to myself, shaking my head a little to get back to reality.

When I looked up, I saw his shoulders twitch. Was he really laughing? I wasn't dreaming, he was actually looking at me. I didn't care why he was laughing, I didn't care if he wanted to, he could make fun of me as long as he was looking at me. That was fine with me. I got up, and immediately he turned his head towards me. I looked at him and looked in the direction of the cathedral. I didn't care that I was the only actress in my film, Given that it was up to me to define my reality, it was enough for me to believe that he had understood me, so I waved goodbye and hurried off to the church without looking to see if he'd answered, for fear of seeing that he hadn't, thus rendering my famous reality fictitious and absurd.