" Are you fucking blind? " The Greek god in front me screams in agony.
I had accidently spilt hot soup on our most important customer, he was our boss's special guest. Kill me, now!
" I... sir I am so..sorry " I stutter due to fear. I remember our manager informing us about this certain customer.
The man right here was described as " The Most Notorious Billionaire Of America ". He owns multiple casinos bars in Las Vegas, but that is not even half his empire, he is the CEO of one the leading company with multiple branches all around the world. Surrounded by wealth, he has a high temper and attitude. He dates the most famous models only. That is what the paparazzi have posted. and what did I do? I tumbled a 85 degrees Celsius hot soup right on him.
Wait a minute, rich people wear expensive clothes! That 3 piece suit must be the work of the most famous designer, rich people don't expect anything less.
I grab the handkerchief and start rubbing it all over his suit, his muscular thighs and even his crotch in the state of absolute fret.
" What do you think you're doing? Don't touch me you stupid waitress! " The man bellows, instantly standing up to his might. He must be over 6 feet for sure. His looks are quite deceiving. If not for a businessman he should have been a model.
Even if I am not a man, I would totally buy the dresses he models, that is if I have the money.
" Are you even listening to me? This is the worst restaurant ever with the most moronic staff. Who even appointed this trash. Take me to Lisa right now! " The man orders our manager and my little bubble breaks.
" Sir please do not complain... I will lose my job. I'm really sorry. I'll...pay for your suit if that is the reason for your complain. " I utter without even thinking, I need this job, badly!
" Hah " The man pulls out a sarcastic laugh.
" You will pay for this? " He taunts pointing to his clothes.
I nod my head in in uncertainty. What did I get myself into?
" Do you know how much it costs? Your lifetime savings won't make up for this suit. It's fucking 50 k, so tell me how exactly will you pay me back? " He asks with his one brow raised, questioning me or more like humiliating me.
" I won't be able to sir. I'm sorry. " I whisper, looking down and back away a little bit. He has a way with intimidating people.
The manager leads the businessman to our owner Lisa's office right besides the reception.
The businessman enters without knocking while I stand outside waiting to be called by the boss. I have already messed up, I don't want to be disrespectful now.
" Are you waiting for an invitation or what? " A voice screeches out. I look up to see a woman, in her mid thirties, wearing the most elegant dress, with real rubies embedded on it, her earrings are made of blue diamond and on her neck rests a beautiful matching necklace. The length of the heel of her stiletto is longer than my short-lived career.
I hurriedly step in and stand besides, obediently.
" Tell me Noah, what seems to be the problem? " The woman asks politely.
" That seems to be the problem. " The man, named Noah points at me as if I am utter trash and my sole presence is a harm to his high standards. This man can make you feels so low with in a second.
" Madam, it was an accident. I was clumsy and I admit my fault. You can cut my salary or if Mr. Noah wants to punish me in any way then I accept it but I desperately need this job. " I beg, trying my luck.
" You're fired. " She says dismissively, paying no heed to my plea. My hopes crushed now, I worked so hard to get this job. My previous job never made the bills and it was always a huge headache.
" Please just one more chance, I swear I won't mess up next time. " I beg. At this point I seem pathetic but anyone in my place will do the same. I have responsibilities.
" Do you want me to call the guards? " Lisa asks rudely. I shake my head in a negative and then leave the office with my head bowed down.
" So tell me sweetie, anything else I can do for my nephew? " Is the last thing I hear before leaving the restaurant. So they are related.
As I step outside the restaurant, the warm air hits me and heat rushes in. The rays of the sun penetrates in, giving me a headache.
But I wait outside, waiting for Mr. Noah. I have to try one more time, I can't lose this job or else Morty will hurt me. No, Morty will freak out so bad, I have to try one more time.
After 15 minutes of holding myself together in the scorching heat, Mr. Noah finally comes out. I look at him with hopeful eyes. He glances at me, smirking and then puts on his black shades, heading towards his limousine.
I stop him in his path, clutching his hand tightly in desperation.
" Sir please understand my helplessness, I beg of you to give me back my job. Surely the boss will listen to you as you are closely related. " I beg, sounding extremely desperate.
" Leave my cuff. " He orders in a strong voice.
" No, not until I get my job back. You're not being fair sir. " I insist, adamant on getting my job back.
The man loses his temper, he within a second rotates his writs such that my wrist is under his control.
" Don't fucking pester me peasant. " He grits out, probably annoyed by my needy attitude.
He then instead of leaving my wrists, puts pressure on it. It starts hurting and I try to pull my wrists back.
" Stop it Sir, you're hurting me. " I whimper with tearful eyes.
The man leaves me with a push and I fall to the ground. The man sits in his expensive car to some beautiful views, leaving a jobless and broke and me behind in a cloud of smoke and utter dust.
If I am not able to pay Morty back in time, he will again abuse me and my little brother. I need to find a new job fast!
You know, the rich man, Noah he could have just forgiven me. 50 thousand dollars isn’t much for people like him, but he had to make a fuss about it.He did that, because he had the power to do so. Rich people are so insensitive, they can never understand the problems of people like me.I was acting destitute, that is because I have certain obligations, I did that because of my conditions. I would have never begged him if I was a free person, who didn’t have to worry about the bills, the rent, making ends meet, my little brother’s expenses and most of all, the goon Morty. He is the problem!“ Hey Emma, that was Noah Enrique. “ Jess, a waitress in the same restaurant explains, reminding me of the existence of the man due to whom I lost my job.“ But why was he harassing you? “ Jess asks confused.“ Harassing… ““ I mean why was he holding your wrist like that? Is he interested in you? Did he offer you something and you denied it. Is it the rea
You would be wondering what a girl like me is doing with her life. Well, my name is Emma. I’ve been taking care of my little brother since I was 16, I’m currently 18. I work part-time jobs and jobs with minimum wage. That's all you can get with a high school degree.Last year, my brother Tim got sick. His sickness felt like never-ending pain. No medication would work and in the end, we had to opt for surgery, but surgery itself was expensive.The surgery required 90 thousand dollars and I didn’t have that much money. But I couldn’t just do nothing and let my brother die. From there, I heard of Morty. A local gangster who sometimes lends people loans with interest.I took a loan from him to save my brother’s life. But the amount was so much I couldn’t return it all back in the promised time. I worked several part-time jobs, without even caring for my own health. But they was never enough.Recently I got a job in a 5-star hotel. It
I walk back home, with a cheque of 70, 000 dollars and the title of a mistress. Was it worth it? I don’t know.I reach home and call Morty.“ Hello, you can pick up your money. I’m sorry for the delay. “ I whisper and then put the phone down.He arrives in 10 minutes and takes the cash.“ How did you get this money?” He asks“ That’s not your business,” I state.“ Whatever.” He says happily and leaves with his money. I hope he doesn’t come back now.Tim jumps towards me. He gets bored in the house sometimes.We play a little, watch some cartoons and then I get him ready for bed. After putting him to sleep I go to my bedroom and think about today’s events.“ You’ll have to warm my bed every single night, you will always be available for me. And during this period you will not come in contact with any men- “ Mr. Noah puts out his conditions, his voice emitting authority.“ I’m not in a relationsh
I have to jog down the stairs due to my heartless boss. I don’t even know where the restaurant is? I find the location on Google Maps and then run towards it. It is only 5 minutes away.Reaching it, I look bad but I don’t care. If I don’t get it in time. I am doomed! Mr. Enrique will roast me alive.“ What’s your business miss? “ The guard asks. Of course, they won’t even let me in looking like this. My clothes are cheap and I look nothing like someone who can afford this.“ I’m here to get lunch for my boss, Noah Enrique. ““ Okay miss. “ The guard replies politely and lets me in.I state my business again at the reception and am seated in the lobby. Noah’s lunch is handed to me instantly, I guess they have an arrangement or are fond of him. I mean who wouldn’t? The mighty and powerful Noah Enrique who likes belittling people. Anyways I job back to the building.I have to climb a hundred floors now.
The rest of the day is spent in cleaning the entire floor.I have to mop the floors, dust the walls and the expensive decoration pieces.“ A single piece is worth more than your entire existence. Do not break them “ He had advised in the same taunting manner.Rather than that, I have to fetch the boss’s dinner at 7 pm.I also have to mop the floor every single time someone comes in from the floors below.Only moping takes me 2 hours as the floor is huge, cleaning the walls takes me another 2 hours while dusting takes me 3 hours as I have to be extremely careful.I then clean the kitchen, cleaning any extra dishes, and then the dining room.I finish at 6:50. Almost 7, I have to serve him dinner by 7, only ten minutes left.I run as fast as I can down the stairs, my feet almost slipping but thank God I make it.I pick up his dinner and then jog up the stairs in a hurry. I’m fina
I march out of my bedroom, dressed in only a T shirt, the first thing I saw in my closet.I see Mr. Enrique sitting on my sofa. The audacity, after raping me, he is chilling on my sofa.“ How dare you take me in such a vulnerable state, while I was sleeping you took advantage of me and you’re sitting on my sofa as if nothing happened you four eyed demon! “ I shout.He is taken back by the intensity of my voice. He raises his brow at me.“ You might be forgetting that you are my mistress, I can do anything I want with you. You signed your body to me for one month. So lower your voice. “ He threatens.“ I might be a mistress, but that didn’t mean you could rape me. “ I object angrily.“ Well you did sign a contract Emma, now tell me, didn’t I tell you that I own your body for the entire month. Why would I need permission to touch something I already own? “ He asks, coming dangerously close to me.“ You could
Mature Content!!" Here is your coffee Miss. Sophia. I apologize, I didn't know you are specially permitted to use the private elevator. " I reply looking down.I place the coffee and start doing my chores which basically involves mopping the floor, dusting and so on.My arm hurts badly, I can barely work with it. I do the chores with my left hand as my right hand hurts badly. It is hard to do so many things with a painful arm and leg.Just then, the bell rings again. What now? Does he want to torture me more?" I'm going out with Sophia. Clean my office. Please the files in the shelves accordingly, also tell my assistant to cancel all my appointments for today. "" Yes Sir. " I reply, now scared of him.He doesn't give me a second glance, instead leaves with Sophia.If you're pretty and rich like Sophia, people will care about you.If you are poor and not desirable, no one will car
Noah's POVI wake up late, my head is aching due to the hangover.I reach my office in my Mercedes. Going towards my office, none of my employees rush to greet me or try to please me. They know that it doesn't work on me.I always prefer those employees who are focused on their work. John my manager is the best example.I reach my floor and I am see the sight of the most unprofessional and useless employee ever!Emma." Emma bring a strong coffee in my cabin. " I order." Morning sir. Yes sir. " She replies scared.Why is she scared? Oh fuck, last night!Emma arrives with my coffee." Emma about last night- "" I don't want to talk about it. Just fulfilled the duty of a mistress, so nothing to talk about. " She replies bitterly.Who is more bitter today? The coffee or Emma?" Did you take the pills? " I ask taking a sip of my coffee." What pills? " She asks confused and I swear I coughed