Billionaire Contract Girlfriend

The Sophia’s World Sophia Baker’s POV “Someone take the order on table four!” Kelvin’s voice was loud and clear. I shook fearfully and then turned towards him angrily. “Do you plan to give me a heart attack?” I asked but no one heard it. Why? It is because I only said that in my mind. I smiled at Kelvin softly and muttered in an alluring voice, “I shall take their order, Mr. Manager.” I walked up to table four and took the order of the customers. They were a couple and I had seen them around a few times. I walked back to the kitchen and sighed. Kelvin wasn’t there now. My co-worker, Damien, looked at me, his eyes digging into my soul. “Are you okay?” Damien asked coolly as he flipped the pancake. “I am, why do you ask?” I was even more curious. “Well…” Damien was usually a man of few words. Focusing on the pancake, he continued, “I just think Kelvin is being too hard on you. Just because he is the manager doesn’t mean he can do that.” “Really?” I smiled, stunned that Damien of all people was being empathetic. “Well, yes,” He sounded nervous. “Then you should have told him off. Next time Kelvin does that to me, you should support me publicly or even punch him, telling him how much of a jerk he is,” I suggested. Kelvin looked at me, his mouth agape. “You are desperate to watch me get fired, right?” Damien asked sarcastically. We both laughed at this joke that wasn’t much of a joke. Forgive my play on words. “Just focus on not burning that pancake,” I stopped laughing now. I went to the next cooker and began to prepare the meal for table four. In the meantime, I got absorbed in my thoughts. I had to repay a percentage of my family’s debt in four days and I was seriously lacking right now. I was so lost that I didn’t know when the meal had begun to burn. “You’ve burnt it…” I heard a whisper in my ears. It was cringe so I turned and hit the person immediately, believing it was that naughty Damien. I had hit the person’s chest twice when I discovered it was the manager, Kelvin. I screamed. Kelvin screamed too like a kid scared of a syringe. By the time the whole screaming died down, I knew I was in a hassle, a great one at that. That was my normal life, a regular chaotic day. ** “It is quite slow today. Fewer customers than usual,” Damien offered me a cold drink. I turned towards him, picked up the drink and hissed. He had been spewing some camaraderie s**t earlier but when Kelvin lashed at me angrily for burning a meal and wasting ingredients, Damien just watched. “You say one thing and do the opposite. You are not a real man,” I muttered as I drank the drink he gave me. Sprite, it was my favorite. “I asked you earlier, Sophia. If I lose my job, will you feed me?” He asked calmly. When I didn’t reply, he continued, “I’m sure you can’t. You already have an unpaid family debt.” “Exactly,” I took a deep breath. I sighed heavily, my heart filled with nothing but burden. “Do you really have to pay back?” Damien asked unnecessarily. “You didn’t borrow from the loan sharks, your father did. Why should you pay back?” “Are you asking because you really don’t know?” I asked, looking into his eyes. He averted eye contact now. “I know,” he replied. “Your house will be seized if you don’t pay back.” I nodded. The doors to the restaurant opened and a young man entered. He was well dressed and he appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He sat down and I rushed over to take his order. Business had been slow all day and he was the only customer in the restaurant right now. “May I take your order, sir?” I asked, smiling like an excited air hostess would. “Give me the strongest drink you’ve got!” he replied firmly. He looked so serious that I didn’t know what to make of this. My first thought was to tell him that he had just entered a restaurant, not a bar. However, the last thing I would want to do is make a customer angry. If this gentle looking man took offence and Kelvin found out, I would definitely get fired. “Whatever a strong drink can solve, I assure you that a good meal can do better,” I smiled at him. “How do you know that? Do you even know why I need a strong drink?” He asked, staring at me. “I’m not a psychic, sir. I don’t know the exact reason you need to drink but from my experiences in life, I know most people drink when they feel down or lonely. Whichever the reason, a warm, homemade food can comfort you in such situations,” I said calmly, keeping a smile on. Maybe I should start selling insurance, I think I was good enough as a marketer. “Homemade food?” He sounded skeptical. “Do you mean a meal made by one’s mother?” “Well, kind of…” I muttered indecisively. “I don’t have a mother,” He sounded serious. “I mean the kind that cooks for me.” I paused for a second, not knowing how to comfort this man that I’d never met before. One moment he appeared cold, the other moment, he seemed to be in touch with his emotions. “Do you miss homemade meals? I mean one made with love…” I asked him tenderly. “I do,” He smiled. “But this is a restaurant. It isn’t home, is it?” “You walked into the right place, sir. Personally, I will make a meal with love for you,” I smiled excitedly. “Like you do for everyone else?” He asked jealously. “It will be special for you, I promise,” I told him, desperate to keep him. He looked into my eyes, his gaze lingering. It was awkward but I didn’t look away as well. He was a charming man and I could tell that he knew it.