Obsession to rejection

THE NIGHT DUTY

NIGHT DUTY

I tried to ignore my friend comment about Edward as I was disappointed in her.

“Does that mean he can get whatever he wants by flaunting his wealth in people’s face?" I said in a disgusted tone.

“Don’t get pissed off that the rich with their doings," she said flashing a red card invite in my face.

“We have a short- time job tonight as a waitress in a birthday party…. And the job description states that we must dress in a bikini."

“That odd girlfriend”, exposing my banging body is not what I cherish because of the attention I tend to get. “Okay, so…. what time is the party?"

“I will come pick you up by 8.” Alexis carried her bag, ready to take her leave.

“Okay” I said waving my hands to bid her goodbye. I looked at my wristwatch. Thank God, my shift is over."

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Nobody seemed to be home yet. I walked sluggishly to my room. My body ached as I struggle to take a shower. The hot water splashed my skin. I dashed out of the bathroom knowing fully well that Alexis will soon be here, wearing my red bikini and a long sleeveless gown ready for the job.

The alarm rang; I looked through the window ,I was worried why everyone is not in the house yet. My parents with my only little brother run a small restaurant down the street. I picked up my phone and dialed my mom’s number.

“Hello mom", I said worried.

“Hello Jennifer,"a cracked old voice answered.

“I was worried why you aren’t home yet so……”

My mom cut in “we just finished wrapping everything up, here, in the next twenty minutes, we should be home."

“Okay, I will be going for another short -time job tonight." I know my mom does not like the idea of night jobs, but it is what it is. My brother wants to go college.

My mom heaved “okay”. I gazed at the front door; I saw Alexis standing at the front door.

“I have got to go mom, bye”, I said ending the call. I rushed downstairs to meet my best friend. In no time, we took a taxi to the venue.

We got to the venue in just fifteen minutes; the house smelled luxury, I touched the golden rail as we made our way upstairs to get changed. A billionaire’s friend is having her birthday house party today. A lady walked into the room and asked us to get in line with other girls as the celebrants wants to address us before the arrival of the guest.

Quickly, we joined the other girls on the queue. A beautiful young lady dressed in a sophisticated outfit with a purse approached us with a straight face.

“Welcome to my house party, I am Victoria Howard, I believe you all know who I am”, she said with her shoulders high. With the way she addressed us, I was able to denote she is always full of herself. Her choice of words disgusted me.

“Emma please assigns everyone their duty, no mistakes”, she said. Emma is her personal assistant; she looks a bit tall and busty. We were all given a mask to put on. I love this. At least my identity would be hidden.

Thirty minutes later, guest started arriving, the house was filled with lots of personality, and jazz music played in the background. The celebrant, Victoria sat with a couple of her female friends, and they were having fun.

The bar attendant filled the cups with wine and Emma ordered me to serve Victoria and her friends. I held the tray filled with cups of wine tightly that my hands ached to avoid spilling.

“Is your boyfriend coming?” One of her friends asked.

“Sure, he will be here anytime soon”, Victoria said with a broad smile.

I bent down to adjust my heels because my legs ached a lot. Behind me, a baritone voiced called the name “Victoria!!! My heart skipped; this voice sounds familiar. Victoria stood up to give her guest a hug. I was unaware that I was kneeling in their way. Victoria bumped into me to hug and gave way for her most precious guest. I landed my head on a chair. Victoria’s friends roared in laughter in mockery of me.

“Ouch!” My head spins. I tried to withhold the tears wanting to roll down my cheek. I was tired and the party was just getting started.

A long hand stretched forth to help me stand. What a kind gesture! The touch also felt familiar or is it my hormones trying to toy with me. I dragged myself to stand

“Are you okay? "He said with a soft voice while holding my hands. He tried to see me through my mask, but I lowered my head.