Chapter 6

HIM

That was Jack, the handsome tall dude that every girl in the bar was dying for. He was actually a speck, you know. I freaked out the moment he approached and took a closer look at me, my heart racing, not expecting to get a sack directly from the boss himself. “Oh please, I wasn't expecting to cause a scene, just that the urge struck me badly leaving me with no option but to dash out. Oh, I'm sorry. Please, I need this job. I need to pay my bills and make a living. I don't have anywhere else to work aside from this.” I muttered in my thoughts, freaked out by his constant gaze.

Then he took some steps closer until he was dead close to us, my head still lowered in anxiety, my body almost trembling. The fire set ablaze when he finally spoke. 

“I think I like you already,” his words ensconced with emotions and calm like an iceberg. I couldn't comprehend what he just said. It took about half a minute before those lines made sense to me. “He likes me? But how?” I asked in my thoughts, still lowering my head.

He stretched his hand and lifted my head to maintain the same eye level as his, “Can you be my date for tonight?”

“Haa, date?” I yelled subconsciously. I was almost going frantic when the manager gave me a nudge on my arm, signaling I should play along.

It took a while before I could break the stiff silence and gaze. What? He was patiently waiting for my reply with emotion filled in his stare. I quickly turned my gaze off his. “O-okay sir, p-please can I get your order?” I muttered through gritted teeth. I was freaking out, not knowing what to say. I was pregnant, and how would I want a date with someone I barely knew a few weeks after my divorce? I was barely recovering from the heartbreak, and none of this made sense.

All gazes were fixed on us. I could hear the other waitresses' gossips and daring stares with weird inscriptions boldly written in capital letters. I didn't want to cross paths with anyone because of a guy. He might be every girl's speck, but trust me, I wasn't called out for all this.

Still in my shock and trembling body, he broke the silence after a long romantic stare. “Alright, we'll be waiting for the menu.” With that, he left us and made his way to the VIP lounge together with his entourage, among whom was a pretty young lady in her twenties. I noticed the tension and displeasure in her gaze when Jack, the boss, stood at my gaze. I believe whatever was in her mind would be nothing but weird because I wasn't planning on spending any single moment with him.

When they entered the VIP lounge, the manager quickly instructed me to take the menu directly to them without wasting a single moment, which I did in a frenzied manner.

“Your order, sir,” I demanded, avoiding any direct eye contact with him. He was truly endowed with astonishing features, the kind that any girl would fall for, and I wasn't ready to fall for his piercing grey eyes.

After a long stare, he gasped, “This and this.” His words were calm.

I hurriedly left them and headed to get the orders.

“You freaking old bitch, what do you have that you think you can steal the attention of the boss away from us?” The hoarse voice came from behind.

I turned and met the angry grin on Stella’s face, one of the prettiest waitresses in the suite who paraded herself as being the eligible match for the boss.

“I'm sorry, Stella, I don't know what you are talking about.” I tried to maintain composure and hide the tension and weirdness spreading in my heart.

“Shut the heck up, you lying bitch,” her words laced with anger.

“And what is going on there? Have you served the boss?” The hoarse voice of the manager came roaring from a distance.

“Ma'am, we are going to bring the orders,” Stella swiftly replied while hurrying out at a glimpse.

I followed suit and took the orders to the VIP lounge. Just as I was approaching, a lady accidentally bumped into me and the glass of wine fell from the tray I was holding.

“Ah, Jess, poor thing,” she scoffed and stepped out.

“What kind of temptation is this?” I whispered in my heart, trying to turn only to meet the unremorseful gaze of the lady. She was actually the same young lady that came with the boss, the same one that gave me that weird gaze when the boss walked up to us.

I lowered my head, trying to pick the broken pieces of glass from the floor. I noticed a grip on my hand, and it immediately felt cold. Subconsciously, I pricked my finger on the broken pieces of glass.

“Argh,” I immediately put my fingers in my mouth to stop the bleeding.

“Sorry about that,” he muttered, and before I could comprehend what was happening, he removed my fingers from my mouth and put them in his swiftly. All gazes were fixed on us. I felt a little awkward and quickly removed my finger from his mouth and turned to my heels out of the lounge.

I knew I had made a mess of everything and wasn't ready to face any reprimand from the manager, nor was I ready to face the mocking gossips of the waitresses. So I immediately heeled to the locker room, changed over, and ran out of the suite.

My thoughts were clouded and my heart was racing. The only thing on my mind now was how to disappear from the arena. I wasn't even thinking of the consequences of my actions if the manager got to find out because I knew the gossip would get to her pretty soon.

I hailed a taxi and zoomed off to my lounge, leaving everything and everyone behind, ignoring the call and questions from Sharon, who was following me from behind.