His Weapon

VI

Muna's POV

"W..what?" I stuttered, not because he was invading my space but because of what he said.

My brows creased in confusion. I should have jumped for joy because 8 got the job but I was still trying to piece together what was happening.

He smirked, stepping back a little.

"Hi, I'm Nicholas Thompson" He stretched out his hand for a shake but I remained frozen.

Nick is Nicholas Thompson? I stared at him wide eyed, still in shock. Coming to think of it, how didn't I think of that earlier? He never told me he was the bouncer, I just assumed and for crying out loud his name is Nick, short form for Nicholas.

"Close your mouth would you?" He withdrew his hand and chuckled, brushing pass me towards his chair.

"When were you planning to tell me you're Nicholas Thompson" My interrogative quality pushed through.

"Now" He answered curtly, his eyes locked on his computer screen.

His mood swing got me scrunching up my nose. He was literally grinning like a college boy seconds ago and the next minute he's the Nicholas Thompson everyone knows, the son of the devil.

Those were Cheryl's words not mine.

Raising up his head, he intertwined his fingers and stared at me.

"So what's it going to be?" He questioned, causing me to frown. I quickly recovered from my state of confusion as to what he meant and immediately wore my thinking cap.

"Anything honestly" I shrugged. One, I had no idea what jobs are available in pubs except for the waiter, bartender, janitor and the chefs honestly.

He furrowed his brows, silently dwelling on something I might have said and that made me self conscious.

"I could wait tables?" I asked, totally unsure of myself.

"Muna, I'm willing to give you any job of your choice and you want to wait tables?" There was an amused expression on his face that belittled me for some weird reason.

I'm not booksmart like some people out there, I never had that privilege. Of course there would be more prominent jobs one could carry out in a pub but I'm not fit for them.

This isn't to bring myself down, I'm a smartass in the streets but not with books. I'd love to learn further than I did but certain things have prevented me so far but I still intend to make it happen.

I shrugged, taking a seat before him.

"I could serve in the kitchen?" I poured out stupidity from my lips. It was one of those moments when you know you should have just shut the f**k up.

He chuckled and shook his head. "I had no idea you lacked ambition Muna"

My eyes widened at his words that were indiscreetly directed towards me. I felt my heart pump in my chest, bringing all the blood in my body to my head.

You need this job Muna. Calm down!

I took a deep breath, making sure to show how offended I was by his choice of words.

"What would you rather I do?" I asked, fighting my inner demons in order not to pounce over the table and unleash my beast.

The bastard chuckled yet again which caused my jaw to clinch and my fist to ball.

Rose. Rose. Rose.

I chanted the most beautiful name I know, my strength. It was the only way I could suck it up. Everything I do is for her so I had to.

"Lets see" He readied himself, bringing his elbow to rest on the table which showed off his muscular arms.

"...Are you good with numbers?"

Oh s**t.

My mouth became sour. It wasn't him this time, it was the memories. The penance of the past that occasionally haunted me, reminding me of little details that lead up to the bigger picture.

I simply shook my head, unable to speak.

"No worries, not everyone is good with such things" He concluded which caused me to internally jump for joy. The last thing I wanted was for him to make light of my agony even if he didn't know how deep it was going to cut.

I remained silent, waiting for him to speak up.

Don't think about this Muna!

Unfortunately I couldn't help it, my mind kept roaming back. I blinked several times, trying to prevent the tears that screamed weakness. I know it's okay to cry but I had done a lot of that, I had passed that stage many years ago.

"Are you okay?" Concern was written all over his face as he stared at me blankly. For a second I couldn't answer, my brain wouldn't function. I knew he was talking to me but couldn't speak.

His concerned expression quickly turned into that of worry.

"I'm fine" I muttered. My eyes met his, looking at him this time.

"I'm fine with being one of the bartenders" I made up my mind. Call me stupid but I have my reasons, everyone does.

As if he had sensed my discomfort, he nodded. The atmosphere was stale as we carried on with paper work. From what I learned, it was Kristen's job but he wanted to do it.

An employee file was created for me instantly. He pulled out an empty booklet, handed it to me and allowed me to fill it in silence. There were some pretty stupid questions in it but I wasn't going to voice that out. Immediately I got the job he became my boss so I couldn't afford to f**k that up.

"Smile" He grinned, bring a camera to his eyes. I hadn't come with a passport sized picture so he decided to take one with his camera and cut it up.

I rolled my eyes and just as I was about to make an appropriate face, the light flashed. My eyes widened but the smile on his face melted my anger away.

"This is definitely the one" He turned his camera towards me so I'd see the picture and my eyes budged. I looked possessed to say the least.

"I look possessed" I stated flatly, not letting my smart mouth to get me fired before I even started.

"I beg to differ, you look like you're in a state of ecstasy, the eye roll looks like you're being fingered, really good actually" He said seriously which caused me to stare at him blankly.

What the f**k?

However, he didn't meet my gaze, his eyes were still locked on the screen. Analysing the photo before him.

"... more like you're being f****d" He added. My jaw dropped to the floor. If it would have been anyone else, I would have been fuming but it was him, my boss. I swallowed hard when his gaze finally met mine.

The f*****g asshole smirked.

"Everything is in done, you may go" Just like that he was back to being his rude self, like he hadn't just spoken to me in such an inappropriate way. It was a simple sentence but he said it rudely.

It was taking everything within me not to cuss him. He is such an asshole, just like Cheryl had said. She might have made it more juicy but it wasn't far from the truth.

Without another word, I recovered from my rage and rose to my feet. I nodded, getting my goodbye across and begun to walk towards the exit.

"Don't be late Muna. Punctuality is everything to me" His voice rung in my ears, causing me to halt.

"Got it" I replied and proceeded with my walk towards the very expensive looking door. Just as I'm about to open the door, his voice could be heard again.

"And I'd be looking forward to our date" There was an amused look on his face when I spun around. He was enjoying getting under my skin.

That offer went out the window immediately I found out his real identity, more so now that he's my boss. However I wasn't going to let him know this yet, two can play the game.

For some f****d up reason, I got the courage and smiled seductively. I bit my bottom lip and his eyes darkened, hunger visible in them.

With that, I turned around and walked out.

Kristen glared at me as I walked by. I couldn't help the triumphant smile that made it's way on my face. She better watch this space because I definitely wasn't going to suck up to her bullshit.

Even if she's f*****g Nicholas.

"How did it go?" Got the job?" Lucas asked immediately my sat down. I brought my elbow to rest on the countertop, faking sadness.

"Oh, don't worry! He's an ass I'm sure you'd find something better" Lucas attempted to comfort me which caused me to smile a little bit.

"Exactly why I'm sad. My boss is an ass" I sighed.

He chuckled, catching on to what I did. I stuck around for an hour and chatted up with him. I was going to be making good money so I decided to treat myself to a few drinks that Lucas ended up paying for, every single one of them that cost an eyeball and a womb.

Lucas was indeed good company.

Our apartment was fairly dark when I stepped in, Cheryl obviously wasn't home yet because all the windows were closed. I was away for only a few hours but my body said otherwise. My muscles felt stiff and they ached.

I checked my watch and it was only five in the evening. That walk I took wasn't worth it, it left my body sore and my heart heavy.

Throughout my little pointless walk, the only thing on my mind was the one and only Zayn. The man I had grown to love with my entire being.

I couldnt help but wonder what he was up to and who he had replaced me with.

It was only fair to be honest to myself and acknowledge the fact that I was probably one of the least attractive girl he dated.

When he was out once, I went snooping around and came across a stack of pictures. Every one of them resembled a Victoria Secret model; tall, thigh gaps, thin and the idle definition of society's definition of beauty.

It killed me just thinking about it. I had never allowed myself to love a single soul until I met Zayn. My methods never worked with him, he tore down my walls and worked his way into my heart and he didn't even have to try.

I wondered if he was missing me, even if just a little. If he was thinking about me, even if it wasn't the way I'd want him to.

Loving Zayn is tiring. He was the first man I had ever happily f****d. I went through a tough life and had to do a lot of crap to get money, I had to be touched by men who I despised.

My virginity story is one I'd never forget and after that night, none of it mattered. I wasn't waiting on that special person anymore, the tiny faith I had left faded and it was just like it didn't happen.

But it did. Everything happened.

Zayn, no matter how much heartache he had caused me, will always be my first real everything.

I forced myself into watching a movie to occupy my mind instead. The night was still young and if I wanted to get through it mentally well, I needed a distraction.

"I still can't believe he is the Nick guy you told me about" Cheryl said, stuffing her mouth with the pasta I single handedly made.

"Yhup" I also stuffed my mouth, the pasta was restaurant quality if I do say so myself.

"He's totally into you. I mean come on it almost seems like you're talking about another man compared to the beast I know" She seemed to still be wrapping her head around the bomb I threw her way.

I mean how bad must it have been? She could just be exaggerating after all. Nicholas is an ass indeed but not as bad as she makes him out to be.

"Ugh not again.. you've said this s**t ten times already" I whined.

"And you say I exaggerate?" She watched me in amusement which caused me to chuckle.

"So is there a dress code?" She asked, diverting her eyes to her phone screen.

"Yes as a matter of fact there is but nothing fancy. I just need to always wear black, whatever outfit of my choice but plain" I blabbered on and she nodded like she was listening.

"That's boring" She ran her fingers through her hair, giving me her bored look.

"At least I don't get to wear what the waiters wear" I tried to throw her off my case but she just rolled her eyes.

"Plus I better go start getting ready" I added, taking my plate to the sink. She muttered something but I was already out of sight. It was probably something along the lines of her not being my personal maid.

I took a quick shower, speeding up the process cause I was already behind time. The last thing I wanted was to see the bad side of Nicholas that everyone tells me exists.

I was excited for the all black dress code because most of my clothings are black, I was always mourning. With no effort, I settled for a black pencil jeans that really brought out the heart shape of my butt, a black blouse that stopped right above my thigh but with the whole back showing. I didn't worry much about my footwear because my feet wouldn't be on display.

I left my hair to cascade down my shoulder, applied light makeup and was done. Sunset isn't just any pub so I decided to always make an effort to look good because if not, Nicholas could call me out on my appearance again.

With haste I was out the door and practically running for dear life. I arrived just on time, or so I thought.

"You're two minutes late" Kristen stated matter of factly. So it's true what they say about her thinking she owns the place?

"Listen Kristen! Please just stay out of my way" I told her calmly, leaving out what will happen if she didn't. Her eyes widened like I had insulted her entire generation which almost erupted laughter from me.

"Don't talk to me like that!" She hissed, blocking my path.

"I'm not going to feed your stupidity Kristen. I work for Nich- Mr Thompson so I answer to him alone" I made it very clear before brushing pass her. When I had almost called him by his first name her eyes widened slightly which caused me to quickly rephrase. I needed to be mindful of my big mouth.

Somebody will have to hold me back because she was trying to buy herself a good ass beating.

She wouldn't even see it coming.