Chapter 7

Avatia's POV.

"So you stay here all day, alone?" I asked as I put some curry sauce in my mouth. This guy really is a cook.

He walked over to the fridge and took out a can of soda. "Yeah, but not anymore, you're with me now." He said raising his eyebrows and wiggling them.

"Yeah, I'd be here. So, is Mr. Black married?" I asked eager to know more about the guy I couldn't get out of my mind.

"Are you for real? How can you ask if the boss is married? Don't you fucking read the mags?" He asked, purely shocked from my question.

I scratch my forehead. Man I really don't know much about this. "Is he? "

"Nope. Most eligible bachelor for 5 years straight. Now don't ask anymore questions about him. You should be asking about me. Not him. Get it?" He answered and trailed off jealously.

I playfully rolled my eyes. "Jealous?"

"You wish." Leo said back. He stopped what he was doing and looked me in the eye.

"What?" I asked him. I totally hate it when people stare at me like that.

The look in his eyes was that of so much concern. But why would he be concerned about me? "Why are you doing this Avatia?"

Okay, now I'm confused. "Doing what?"

"Working for my boss, you don't look like the type who wants money, hell, you don't even look like Vaughn's type at all, so why are you doing this?" His tone tells me he's not joking. Why's he questioning me for working for his boss who is also my boss.

I take a sip of my soda. "I need money, I don't want my mom working alone. I want to help her and besides Mr. Black says he'd pay me well. Drawing and painting isn't so difficult. I sorta like working here. Its quiet and comfy." I explain to him.

He mutters something under his breath but all I catch is 'poor thing.'

"I should get going, want to impress Mr. Black when he comes." I say trying to excuse myself. "By the way, I enjoyed the food." I said and slipped away.

*****

"What the hell are you looking for?" I jumped in fright as I turned to face a very grumpy Mr. Black.

Is this man for real. No, are this people for real. They keep startling me. I try to say something but my brain just can't put two and two together when this god is around. "Uh.... Uh... I... was.... "

"Snooping around my house like a thief?" He asks arrogantly.

"Don't talk to me like that, Mister." I retorted furiously. How can he say that. I just got lost while looking for the laundry room to put my dirty apron. Leo was no where to be found. It isn't my fault the man lives in such a big house.

He took a daring step towards me and my legs itched to move back. But no! This man just can't talk to me like that. He has no right to accuse me of being a theif. "You've got no idea who I am, right? No idea on what I can do to you for speaking to me like that, huh?"

Okay, now I'm freaking out inside. I visibly gulp the little saliva in mouth.

"You're such a stubborn brat." His eyes looked deadly.

My tongue was equally itching to tell him I'm no brat. This guy certainly has no respect for anyone. Or is it just me? Say something fast, Ava, something cool. "Mr. Black, you might want to see what I painted." I try to sound apologetic so he doesn't lose his temper on me. I honestly fear the guy.

"Don't you fucking call me that." He barks. "I don't pay you to give me nicknames, hell I don't pay you to flirt around with a common cook. Little whore."

I flinched at his harsh tone and use of vulgar words. What's he talking about? I didn't flirt with Leo. We just had a friendly lunch. How does he even know. And whore? A tear slipped out. That's a blow to my pride and ego. Another tear slipped out. "I should get going. Call me if you want my work again." I turned around to walk away.

"Don't you dare walk out on me."

I faced him. "Or else?" I asked and looked him straight in the eye before walking away.

****

"The nerve of that guy to call you a whore. Why didn't you quit on the spot?" Draya was pacing round my room like she was the one who got insulted.

I adjusted my pillow and leaned to face my window. The sun was just setting. How beautiful. "Dray, life isn't about always quitting at the least given opportunity. I know I'd get paid well. And 'sides, where'll I get another job. New York is super big, finding a job isn't so easy. Let's see if I can cope for a month first before I think of quitting." I try to explain to her. I mean I feel like quitting but I'm not the type who gives up without a try.

"I don't like it when people take advantage of your kind heart, Ava. I love you but you should know I won't always be around to defend you." My best friend said. I knew she was a strong person but she was soft and weak inside. She'd been depressed once and never wanted me to go through it.

"I love you too, Dray. And if it makes you feel better, I'd punch him when next he says that, and believe me, there won't be a next."

She laughs at my attempt to joke about punching. "Like you know how to slap in the first place."

I playfully slap her arm. "See, I know. By the way, how was work today, and Adam?" I asked. I really missed the fancy Cafe and the old owner.

She smiled. I know she loves working there too. "Stressful but worth it. And Adam, well, he's still the same. Before I forget, I found a good dorm room for us. Decided to save it before all the others get taken. You'd love it too." She trailed off excitedly.

"Really?" I asked, my eyes widening and she nodded. "I can't believe I'm saying this but I really want to go back to school so I start working. Mom needs to rest."

"I know, right. Get it over with this last two years and become graduates." She says excitedly. "Oh Ava, I really can't wait to work in a big company with you."

I raise my left eyebrow and wiggle it. "I really can't wait to order you to get me some espresso while I'm working." I joke and Draya hits me with a pillow laughing too.

"Little vixen. I can't wait for you to know how it feels to have a dick inside your pussy." She jokes too knowing I hate this types of conversation.

I hit her with another pillow. "You corny white girl. "