SEXY SCANDAL

FIVE

He then cut the call. I stood there, trying to make out what had just happened. Did he just call my boss?? My inner question was answered when my boss hurried through his small office and into the restaurant, nearly tripping on his own feet, and scurried over to us. Ellis didn’t even flinch; casually straightening his designer suit like the entire scene was beneath him. Of course, only Ellis f*****g Murray, one of the wealthiest assholes in the city could make a grown man tremble. It wasn’t just about his wealth or status; it was the effortless, arrogant aura he wore like a crown. Every movement of his screamed that he knew the world revolved around him. “I’d like to borrow your waitress here.” Ellis’s voice oozed with entitlement.

“I hope there is no problem with that” he was trying to borrow me… I nearly scoffed, like I was property, like a mere object. My boss grinned widely, his head bowed. He seemed so excited and scared at the same time. My boss, Mr. Millers, is a man in his early fifties; he was a plump, with a bit too much grey peppering his hair, but still trying his best to look presentable.

His clothes were a little too tight at the waist and his shoes, though polished, and didn’t quite match the desperate gleam in his eyes. But still, there was a hint of fear lurking just beneath the surface, a nervous energy that told me how badly he wanted to please Ellis, how far he would go to get into his good graces. “With pleasure Sir, Not a single problem at all” Mr. Miller said, seeming so eager, almost nervous, the way his hands jittered as he fumbled with the hem of his shirt.

He said it too quickly, the words falling from his lips like a rehearsed script. I looked at Ellis, unable to miss the smirk that formed on his lips. “But Sir…” I quickly protested but I was hushed, “… What? Is there anything wrong with that?” He asked, daring me to talk. I pursed my lips looking away, “Nothing is wrong”, I mumbled.

Ellis slid a bundle of dollars to my boss, which definitely didn’t go unnoticed, not like he wanted it to go unnoticed. He dismissed my boss and he fixed his eyes on me again, “Sit” he said, his voice more of a command than a request. I hesitated for a while before I sat, my eyes scanning his as he tossed a file towards me, “Marry me”

“What??” I said almost choking on my own disbelief. He looked completely unfazed, like he hadn’t just dropped a bombshell. “Did I stutter?” he asked, glancing at his watch, clearly irritated by my reaction. Who did he think he was? Did he really expect me to be excited about this…? Was this supposed to be a proposal? “No, why would I?” I replied, my voice sharp and incredulous.

He smirked, “Why do you look so shocked?” I bit back a sarcastic remark, my voice dripping with disbelief, “Why would you want to marry me? You don’t know anything about me. You just show up out of nowhere and you expect me to say yes, who does that?” The smirk hadn’t left his lips, and my eyes narrowed as I shot him a look. “I know your name. That’s all the information I need.” I scoffed, barely able to mask the contempt in my voice.

“Sorry to disappoint you,” My eyes not even sparing the papers he had tossed a glance. “But I cannot marry you”. He looked unbothered, looking at his watch again. I looked at his face. His perfect jet black hair glossed in the sunlight, every strand in place like it had been sculpted by hand. His jawline was sharp, too sharp, like it had been carved from stone

Cold, unreadable eyes met mine, a deep shade of gray that gave nothing away. They didn’t flicker, barely blinked; he just stared like he was already three steps ahead in a game I didn’t know I was playing. There was something dangerous about the way he looked, too casual for someone who just proposed marriage. Like nothing could shake him.

His suit clung perfectly to his tall, lean frame, effortlessly expensive and tailored to intimidate. Even the way he breathed felt calculated. Confident. Arrogant. Beautiful. And yet I hated how my heart betrayed me with a skip. “You seem to have other important places to be. I remember you said you don’t like wasting your time. Especially not in this…” I looked around “…restaurant”

He just smirked, not even trying to hide the amusement in his eyes. “It’s fascinating how concerned you are about my schedule,” He said, his voice cool and deliberate, “Let’s clear one thing up, I’m not proposing because I need a wife. I don’t. And I’m definitely not doing this out of interest in you”