MINE TO KEEP, YOURS TO BREAK

Nevaeh My life sucks, there is no denying that. At age 21, I am broke, drowning in depth and working a shitty job as a bartender in a shitty club. I can't go on like this, but then again I am limited on options. I tried other job options, but I didn't finish college and nobody wants a college drop out as an employee. Lost in my thought, I was not at the slightest aware of my surroundings. “Will you answer me, or just stand there like the pathetic i***t you are?” an angry voice snapped me back to reality. The voice belongs to a young lady with a black girl in fake curls, wearing a two piece that barely did any covering. The top is hanging dearly for life and the skirt, let's just say it ain't doing much covering, but who am I to judge. “Can I help you” I tilt my head to the side narrowing my eyes but keeping my mouth shut letting my eyes do the talking “If you're done rethinking your pathetic life, serve me my drink” she spat at me “What can I get you?” I gesture to the many options on display. “I want a cocktail and I'm not tipping you because you suck at your job” she folds her arms and matches my glare. “I wouldn't dare, after all, your mouth worked very hard for the money” I smiled sweetly and handed her the drink “You b***h” she picks it up and dumps the content in my face. Great! Just great. “That will be 3 dollars” and she's gone. My day couldn't get any worse. I take a rag and wipe off the mess on the table. As I clean the table, a voice draws my attention. “Ahem” the owner cleared his throat in an attempt to get my attention. Looking up I am met with a tall frame, with a sculpted body and face, jet black hair and a chiseled jaw, a pointed nose and a pair of storming grey eyes. “ahem” he must have noticed me checking him out, which caused a bit of a blush on my checks. “What can I get you” me being this close to him is causing some reactions to my body, and omg he smells so nice. I eagerly waited for his reply, desperate to hear his voice “I would like a s*x on a beach cocktail, make it iced” I nodded and got to work. I could feel his eyes following my every move, I felt judged under his heavy gaze. I serve him his drink “that will be 40 dollars” he nods and pulls out a hundred dollars bill. I gape at his retreating form. Judging by the three piece Armani suit he has on, It is obvious he is very rich, and successful. I continued my duty and all through I felt his gaze on me, sometimes I would dare to take a peep at his direction, and when I did, I made eye contact with him, His gaze was so strong it pins me down, and I'm always the first to break eye contact, due to the awkwardness. After my shift was done, I packed my things getting ready to leave. I walked over to Jonathan's office to get my pay, the only highlight to this shitty job. I knock at his door twice and enter “J it's the end of the month, I'm here for my pay” “Nevaeh I was just about to call for you, but now that you're here I might as well get it over with. You're fired” did I hear that right, or did J just fire me?. “what?” my voice breaks which was unintended “you heard me, you're fired. Pack your shits and go” “B.. But why” “I've been getting a lot of complaints about you, and today was the last straw. A customer convinced me to let you go, said you were rude to her, calling her a paid w***e. Don't get me wrong she is, but you don't get to say that to her face. I'm sad to say this but… ” “Cut the bullshit. You've been looking for a way to cut me off since I talked back at you." What am I going to do? This is the only job I have. “J please you can't do this” That motherfucker had a grin on his face “ I can, and I just did. You're fired” “Alright, what about my pay” at least with this money I can plan my life “What pay?” he tilts his head to the side acting confused “oh you think you're getting paid after the stunt you pulled? Missy sorry to disappoint, you got fired, you didn't quit which means, no pay for poor little neveey” He can't be serious right now. That is not fair at all. I worked for that money, and I even did extra shifts. The sad thing is that I can't even sue him and he f*****g knows it too. f**k! Where do I start from? I only have the 60 dollar tip that hot stranger gave me. I make an attempt to leave his office when his voice stopped me “unless you're willing to offer your service in exchange for the money” I turn to see that fucker already stood from his sit and is now behind me. I smile sweetly at him, and walk towards him slowly. He has a grin on his face thinking he won, I lift my right knee and hit him hard between his legs. He rolls on the floor muttering curse words at me while groaning in pain. That serves him right, the little limp d**k has been trying to get into my pants since I started working here, and his ego has been bruised because I had always rejected him. I made my way outside. I came to a halt when I saw the tall figure leaning against a Lamborghini. It is the same hot stranger that has been causing weird sensation in my c**t “Get in” he says, opening the door to the backseat of the car. Do I enter or… You know what, f**k it. I have nothing else to lose. I entered the car, and he got in behind me, while I sat still awkwardly. What if he is a kidnapper, or a serial killer, or a psychopath, and I'm the victim. Smart of you Nevaeh, you just signed your own f*****g death. “My name is Luca Russo, and I have a job offer for you” “Okay. What is it?” “I'm in need of an heir. More specifically a woman to bear my child, no strings attached. You will be paid 5million dollars, and if you want more we can discuss further” he hands me his business card, which I collected with a dumbfounded look “This is absurd. I can't have your child, I don't even know you. You could be a serial killer for all I know” “You will get to know me along the way, and it is only a one year contract, we will part our merry way after the one year. I don't have time for all that.” he points at his business card that is now in my possession and says “you have the weekend to think it through. Contact me when you make your decision” He asked for my address, and I told him reluctantly because I was ashamed of my tiny apartment. The ride to my house was silent, he was on his phone while I just sat awkwardly, still thinking about my day and the offer. When we reached my address, I got down and his car drove off leaving me with my thoughts. I went inside and got rid of my clothes, took a shower, and crashed on my bed. I tuss and turned around on my bed, because I had this weird feeling of feeling watched “I'm just being paranoid” I say to no one in particular