“Are you going to act like you don’t know me at all?”
I froze when I heard Julian’s voice from behind me. It’s been a week since I knew that he is Mr. Greene and he’s going to be the supervisor of the café. And that means it’s been a week since I’m having one hell of a hard time in the café because I’m dodging him.
The thing is, it’s too obvious.
Whenever he comes inside the café, I would pretend like I’m too busy to even greet him. If possible, I would go to a place where he is out of sight and most of the time, it’s the storage room. I would pretend like I’m about to get something important but I know that he knows I’m not.
Like I said, it’s not too hidden. I’m really kind of obvious.
Hell, how can I even face my boss who I happened to have a one night stand with? I’m more embarrassed and weirded out than awkward!
But what I’m really grateful for is he didn’t push it. He let me distance myself from him. Well, I was thankful for that until now.
I placed the rag down and slowly faced him. The café’s closed early because of the anniversary night for the employees. This night will be the moment of truth for Mr. Bennett and his fiancée.
The checkered tie he was wearing a while ago is gone and the first four buttons of his shirt are undone. The sleeves are folded up to his elbows and goddamn this godly human. Can be ugly sometimes too? His handsomeness is giving me a hard time.
“Mr. Greene—”
“Oh, and I’m your boss now?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. He sounded hurt that I called him formally. Well, he’s supposed to be used to it since he’s the supervisor, right?
“You are my boss.” I stated a matter-of-factly.
Julian raised his brows, amused of my confidence in talking back. I shouldn’t talk back now, should I?
I bit my lip. “I’m not being rude.” I immediately took back my sarcasm. My job is too important to me to lose it over a sarcastic remark on the boss.
Now, he looked at me with more amusement. Damn. He must think I’m crazy. Well, I’m so close to being insane. He makes me insane in every reason I can’t even comprehend.
He smiled and shook his head. “I see. Are you weirded out?” he asked.
I narrowed my eyes at him. Weirded out? No. I’m about to get insanely crazy and I don’t think if there's something like that even. How can I be crazy and insane at the same time? I don’t know.
He looked at me with curious eyes. I wonder what he's thinking. Is he thinking that I am overreacting because of one night? Is he thinking that I am not in the position to have a say on this matter? What? I want to know. I need to know.
“Look, what happened—”
“I don’t even remember what happened.” I cut him off because the topic is really awkward.
He raised his eyebrow. “You don’t remember?”
I shook my head. Later that day, when I got really sobered up, bits of what happened came to me but there's no way in hell that I would admit that. No.
A door opened and I got in. With a man I cannot see the face but he sure as hell smelled so good for a man.
I heard the door shut and I giggled as he pinned me behind it. “Oh!” I swear I haven’t heard myself like this before.
He smirked and pressed his body to mine. “So hot.” His hand slipped in the middle of my thighs.
Sudden gush of heat rushed through my veins as his hand travelled higher to my wet shorts.
“Oh!” I moaned as his fingers stayed there. He groaned and slammed his lips onto mine as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
He slid his tongue inside my mouth, tracing every single corner of my cavern. His other hand travelled up to my waist, and above towards my bare stomach. I can’t help but feel the tingles of the butterflies inside me with the way he touched me.
No. I don’t even know the man. Why am I willingly giving myself to him? I can’t just give my whole body up for him.
Fuck. I am not even supposed to be kissing him.
But why? Why is my body reacting like this? Why is my body feeling this pleasured?
Every touch. Every kiss. Every whisper. It shakes my whole system.
He bit my lower lip and nibbled on it. The taste of vodka and his minty breath made me even weaker. How can my body betray me this way?
“Please…”
“Please what?” His husky voice made me even more excited.
“Make me come.”
He bit my lip and carried me by the waist. “Straddle me, Darren.” He authoritatively commanded.
I moaned the moment my thighs met with his huge bulge in his pants. The coldness of the metal of his belt was nothing compared to the heat I am feeling right now.
I pulled his face and kissed him as he pushed me to the wall. He was thrusting as his lips moved in rhythm with mine.
“Darren?”
My thoughts were interrupted by Julian's voice. His thick brows are furrowed as he looked at me.
“What?” I asked him, totally unaware of what he's been talking about.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “I was saying that we can be friends. Let's just forget about what happened that night.”
I looked at him in amusement. He wanted to let it go. “Okay. Sure. Fine.” I replied.
Okay, so, he wanted to be friends with me. Why do I find being his friend irrelevant?
This is what I wanted, right? I wanted him to forget about it. Now, I want to forget about it. The flashbacks couldn’t keep coming. They shouldn’t. Because having them would mean I’d get stirred up again.
He gave me a long look before nodding. “So, we're good?”
I smiled and nodded. “Yes.”
He gave out a small smile before nodding. He placed his hand inside his pocket. “I'll see you on the anniversary party, then.” He said.
I nodded. “Yes. Sure. See you.” I said before turning my back on him and continued cleaning the counter.
I heard his footsteps going toward the exit. The door bells chimed and the door shut close. He was gone. I almost fainted on the spot when he was gone. If I didn’t only held on to the counter…
On why I'm feeling this way, I don’t know.
I wanted this, alright. I wanted him to let it go. I wanted him to leave it like that. But why does the way he told me we’d both should forget it sting?
I sighed and tried to shake it off. But when I saw him on the anniversary party, I didn’t know exactly what to feel. No, I know what to feel—nothing. But hell, I am not feeling nothing right now. Not nothing. There is definitely something wrong with me right now.
Julian was wearing a three-piece tuxedo while holding a glass of wine and laughing at his friends. Mr. Harvey Pole was shaking his head while Julian was smiling so wide. His dimple is showing and my heart is about to fall off my chest.
“What are you looking at?”
Greg’s voice almost got me jumping. I looked at him and he’s wearing a dark blue suit. This party is for the employees. We are all dressed up for the formal party. I feel really privileged for this. I’ve never liked formal parties before but right now, maybe I do. Or maybe my interest had to do with the people around me.
Mom and Dad had always made me dress up for formal parties but I didn’t enjoy any of it. I barely know anyone from the party and if I got to know anyone, I’d be disappointed at how cocky they all are about their businesses relatively.
Every single formal party I had attended had ended the same: me being alone in the bar or the chocolate fountain area, trying to pacify myself with alcohol or malt. It was always like that.
Which is why I’ve liked the feeling of actually going to a party with my friends. It feels like I am one with the people. I am not Darren Adams, daughter of the owner of an advertising company. I am Darren, the girl with friends from the hotel.
“Nothing.” I shook my head and looked away from Julian. Greg, though, was looking their way. He is also holding a glass of wine in his hand while he handed me a glass of cocktail, I guess.
“Have you seen Bash and Henney?” I asked him.
Greg looked at me and shook his head. He sipped on his wine while his head roamed around to find our friends. “Oh! There.” He pointed at the table near Mr. Pole and Julian. I almost cursed out loud.
Bash and Henney were looking at me and waving for me to come to the table. Dave also got seated and shared food with the two.
Greg’s hand went to my back as he led me towards the table.
At the side of my eyes, I can see Julian looking at me while Greg walked me towards the table of my friends. I couldn’t see him clearly but I was sure he was staring at me. I tried my hardest to shake it off and I almost pulled it off.
Greg pulled a chair for me and Bash was all for cheering me and Greg. I don’t know why she had to do this but I wish she didn’t. At least not in places where Julian could hear her giddy cheers. But above all, I wish Greg had pulled the chair that doesn’t make me face Julian and Mr. Pole. God!
“Don’t Mr. Greene and Mr. Pole look dashing tonight?” Bash asked.
I accidentally lifted my head up and immediately caught Julian’s eyes. He was serious, with no trace of humor in his stare. I gulped and looked away before I melt in his gaze.
I can feel my heart beating so fast. Not normal. This is definitely not normal. Not for me. No.
“Vodka?” I hesitated as I stared at the glass of vodka in front of me. I shook my head at the caterer. I wouldn’t like to drink something like that again. I’m not even sure if I can drink vodka now without thinking whatever that night had brought me. “Juice, please.” I told the waiter. He nodded at me and smiled. “Pineapple or orange?” He asked me. “Pineapple.” I answered without thinking. Bash and Henney are talking about the bosses that came in the party while Dave and Greg are talking about the bossy woman in the country club earlier on. Greg said it must be a VIP but she was too rude to be a person. I listened and didn’t speak. I just absorbed whatever the world is giving me. I couldn’t speak. I don’t know if I just don’t care or if it’s because of the pair of eyes that are intended towards me since the moment I sat on this table. I bit my lip and looked down, tried the hardest to not look up because the moment I do, I’d get lost
“Darren…” His husky voice sent shivers to my spine and fire to my core. I moaned when I felt him caress my crotch. He groaned before inserting his fingers inside my wet panties. The moment his finger touched my bare slick folds, I was in euphoria. “Fuck!” he cursed as he inserted his finger to my hole. I arched my back and moaned as he thrusted his finger in and out of me. I rode the rhythm and met him with each thrust. “Please…” I was begging and I know it. He seemed to have known what I meant because he fastened his pace. I was moaning and screaming every time I would meet him. His finger got buried deeper making me convulse in pleasure. Damn.“You fucking came on my finger, baby…” His sexy voice whispered to my ear before leaning down and kissing my neck. I tipped my head to the side and gave him a better access. My hands lingered towards his toned body. He’s full of developed muscl
I’ve never even tried to come close to Julian since that day. Every day, he’s been showing up with his ex-girlfriend, who I think is his on-again girl. He wouldn’t even glance my way. Oh, right! Why would he look my way, anyway?I tried to put it behind my head as I worked. I tried my best to ignore them. But Casey McMiller’s laugh is just too exaggerated for me to ignore. What is this girl even doing in Hermosa anyway?“I heard she’s one of the models of an advertising agency.” Henney told me one day. She was watching the two get all so touchy and flirty from the counter. I shrugged. I didn’t ask, though. I don’t really care. “Mr. Greene seemed to be so in love with her.” Henney’s dreamy voice is so annoying—especially because she seemed to be so dreamy about Julian and Casey’s romance. I just nodded as I wiped the counter. I don’t really understand why they have to be in the café the whole time. If Julian wants to date his girl, he should be dating
“Oh! Good evening, Mr. Greene! Are you checking the closing?” Henney asked when she was fixing her things.It's an hour before the closing of the café. Henney came in first this morning so her shift is over now.Julian stood there and nodded at her. He's wearing his suit from a while ago, only this time, the buttons are undone which showed the dividing line of his chest and its sleeves are rolled up to his elbows.Holy hell. He looks so hot!He turned to me. “An hour more?” he asked me only to surprise both me and Henney.She looked at me with narrowed eyes as if asking me what's happening. I just bit my lip and nodded at Julian's question before looking down.I noticed Julian going to the counter.“What are you doing, Mr. Greene?” Henney seemed to be in panic as Julian took the rag from counter and started cleaning up.My eyes widened at what he's been doing. I wanted to scold him but nothing is coming ou
“What is with you and Mr. Greene?” Bash asked me when we ate out. It is one of our routines to eat out once a week to destress ourselves from our work. I bit my lip. “Nothing.” I replied as I ate the pasta in front of me. Suddenly, I remembered that dinner I had with Julian three nights ago. He brought me to an Italian restaurant because he found out that our first dinner together was a flop. Apparently, he’s so disappointed in himself because he made me eat oriental. I kept telling him that it’s alright because I had enjoyed being with him, he was still mad at himself for not knowing what I really want. I don’t know why it’s a big deal, though. I’m good at adapting to whatever is laid out in front of me, anyway.Henney raised her brow at me. “He’s always looking out for you in the café. He even gives you lunch.” She told me.
A/N: I'm sorry guys. This story is already on premium so the chapters are locked. :( Still, thank you for reading. :)***I stayed in bed the whole day. I didn’t even mind that I only ate cereals for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I wasn’t hungry anyway. I don’t have appetite for anything.I wanted to skip work the next day but I thought it would only make it worse. And besides, I would only burden Henney and Miss Heart if I did. I would be a burden to Julian, too, since he’s going to be short of employees.So I decided to just act like nothing happened. Yes, I should act that way because I wasn’t even promised of anything by Julian. He said he likes me. Likes. But he loves Casey. There. Done. Deal. Fine.I put on my uniform and
Julian stayed the whole time in the counter. Sure he has been helping out with the orders but he doesn’t actually help in the way things are running. Henney and Celine are both awkward that Mr. Greene is here and is actually helping us with our daily service. More like a dream!“Are you gonna eat lunch?” Julian asked me as soon as the clock stroke 12. I gave him a pointed look before ignoring him again. He just shrugged and followed where I was. “Aren’t you hungry?” He asked me again. I inhaled a sharp breath before focusing on brewing the coffee for the cappuccino. Henney and Celine are watching me like they’re trying to predict my next move. Julian looked at the two. “You two can have lunch first. Darren will eat with me.” He told them and the two dashed out as fast as they could.
Garren’s words lingered in my head. I need to be the captain of my heart. I need to be the person in control. I need to be in control of my emotions if I want to be happy. My sister left this morning and said that she’d go back to Nevada. I really thought she’d stay longer and I wanted that but, apparently, Mom had already contacted her even before she came to Hermosa and she was already expecting her home before the week ends. “Are you okay?” Henney asked me when I first arrived at the café. She’s already cleaning the counter. We have a few customers and it’s only a matter of time until we’d be full. We always have a full house when it’s almost sunset. I nodded and smiled. “Are we good?” I asked her instead. I’m pretty sure she’s asking me that because Garren left this morning. She might think I am sulking because my sister left. But I’m not. Garren is going