Annoying boss

ANDY’S POV

The gala had begun by the time I got back to the hall.

I rushed to the kitchen and just grabbed a random tray and blended with the rest of the workers in line.

The guests were still arriving and the whole hall was decorated to perfection.

Nothing was out of place and for some reason this whole place felt like a nice escape from the bad day I have had.

The music wasn’t too loud and everything was pretty chill. It was poise and courtesy all around.

But you couldn’t put it past this rich folks. It’s all pretense.

Part of the lifestyle. Most of them here might be wannabes and pick ME’s.

Especially the ones around my age latching on to old men for money. Probably waiting for their deaths so they could claim his inheritance.

Call me judgmental, but I think it’s pathetic. They are young and strong enough to be successful young ladies without being fraudulent or sleazy liars.

After an hour of setting the food and drinks on the table, the guests begin to settle into their seats.

All taking gentle steps like the ground could be a threat. My eyes catch Angela and her date, Ethan.

He says something into her ear and she smiles at him, her mouth moving to converse with him. I couldn’t help the smile that plastered on my lips.

It’s been so long since I have seen her that happy. I should be mad at her right now but seeing her so happy makes me understand her.

Most people believe that talking about something good that is yet to happen might ruin their chances of ever having it. So I do understand her.

I guess I was just too blinded by my selfish reasons to see it.

I pull out my phone from the small pocket in my dress to text her, telling her it was fine and all good. That I understood why she did what she did and how happy I am for her.

I let out a deep sigh and turn around and a figure startles me. Stephanie stands with her hands crossed.

“Using your phone on duty Andy?” She said sizing me up.

I mentally scoff. Being the manager of casino must really be getting to her head.

“Oh, I just needed to send a text to someone real quick, sorry about that” I feed her ego.

“Excuses would get you nowhere. Look over there” She nods towards the crowd.

“That’s your friend right? Seated in the midst of those that matter, while you stand here serving them. You want to know why?” She closes the distance between us, squatting slightly to match my height.

“Because she didn’t make silly excuses” She mutters.

“You don’t have to be so mean Stephanie. Just because you’ve got everything going great for you doesn’t mean you should talk down on others” I cross my arms and furrow my brows.

“And I’m happy for my best friend, I’m happy about the woman she’s become and I would ride with her all the way through, so go to hell with your mean words Steph, no one wants you around here” I said, almost like I was saying to myself.

A demeaning smile decorates her lips as she looks down at me.

“You’re jealous aren’t you?” She accuses.

“Jealous?” I scoff “What are you talking about?” I snare. She was beginning to get on my nerves.

“We both know what I’m talking about Andy” She states and brushes past me nudging my shoulder in the process.

“Get back to work” She commands before walking towards her table.

I run my hand through my hair in frustration and stomp into the kitchen. I decide to get back to work. I need the money so I should just work for it.

I grab a tray of drinks and walk back into the hall. I look up at the podium to see the same man I was with in the room.

My eyes widen in realization. He was the organizer of this gala. Shit I had thought it was some rich old man.

He was giving his speech and his eyes meet mine for a brief second before he continues his speech.

I go around my job, serving drinks. I could feel his eyes on me sometimes which made me slightly clumsy.

I spilled a drink on a guest shoes by mistake and a slap lands across my face before I could apologize.

“You wench! You ruined my shoes” The lady raises her voice.

“I apologize” I bow my head and I start to walk away but she stops me.

“I don’t think so” She picks up her drink and pours it on me. From my shoulder down my body.

I rush out of there before I could draw any more attention to myself.

I need to get out of here.

I search the area for my small bag but I can’t find it.

Shit! I forgot it in his bathroom.

I rush towards the hall in search of the door but a hand pulls me towards a different direction. I don’t have time to react fearfully before his voice invades my senses. It takes a while before I recognize the voice but he immediately I do, my actions shocked us both.

“I believe we had an agree—”

I don’t let him finish his statement before I pull his face down, joining our lips together.

The action shocks us both but he quickly recovers and takes control of the kiss.

The kiss was slow or sweet, it was forced and had no direction. He licks my lips to gain access and I let him. Following his lead as his tongue explored my mouth.

My hand traveled into his already disheveled hair, pulling and tugging as I made more proximity between us.

He breaks the kiss and looks at me.

“Jump” He orders and I leap, wrapping my legs around his torso.

His hands traveled up my thighs, forcefully pushing the leather out of the way.

He carries me through the hallway towards his bedroom, not breaking the kiss for a second.

His holds up my ass with one arm, scrambling through his pocket for his room key.

He successfully opens the door, breaking the kiss for a slight second to catch our breath.

Our pants mix in the air as his lips find my neck, sucking and biting.

He leads is into the room and shuts the door with his leg.