Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“It’s more for Sofia. I need to get her into Yale. She got the scholarship, but only a partial one. I still need to find the money for the rest of the tuition,” I shrugged.
“Okay. When can you start?” Darren took his glass and finished the last of his whiskey.
“How about next week?” I asked nervously. The truth was I had no choice. Ready or not, I had to do this.
“Okay, next week.” He smiled. I took my glass and finished it. I reached for my purse to take out my wallet. “Don’t you dare!” Darren warned. He kissed my cheeks again and hugged me good-bye.
I walked through the bar only to be intercepted by Daimon.
“Well, I see you seem to remember Darren,” he sneered.
“Of course, Darren was always good to me.” I smiled a little and tried to walk by him, but he stopped me.
“Really? Why? I wasn’t?” he asked.
“See the thing is, even if you were or weren’t, I wouldn’t know, because I don’t remember you.” I narrowed my eyes at him, but he laughed.
“Maybe I should make you remember then,” he warned.
“Do whatever you like. What was your name again?” I said condescendingly.
“Fine, Addie, have it your way.” He moved out of my way and let me pass.
PROPOSITION
“What do you mean you’re getting a job?” my father yelled. I knew it wasn’t going to go over well with him.
“Well, we need extra money and right now a friend of mine offered me work at his bar for a few hours a week. It’s for Sofia, Dad. We need the money,” I finally admitted. Thank God, the store was relatively full and my dad couldn’t really yell at me. He did go one up and look at me with such sad eyes; it nearly broke my heart as I looked at him.
“I'm so sorry, Addie,” he said softly. “If I wasn’t sick, I would have been able to run the diner and you could have found another job.” I knew my father. He was sorry, so sorry that it broke him. He ached that he couldn’t help us. He was raised to believe a man takes care of his family and here he was sick and unable to.
“Dad, it’s only a couple of hours at the end of the night. Nothing more, nothing less,” I smiled.
The only thing annoying me now was Daimon appearing at my restaurant every fucking day.
“Can’t you go away?” I snapped, annoyed at his mere presence.
“Not until you admit who I am,” Daimon said smoothly with a wide smile. I seriously wanted to smack him.
“You know, Addie, I'm surprised,” he continued. “I never thought you’d be a meager waitress in a loser restaurant. I really thought you had more drive in you, I thought you’d be an executive or even a doctor,” he said frankly. I couldn’t believe after all this time Daimon Evans could still get to me.
“Screw you, Daimon. Just go screw yourself,” I said, my throat burning as I spoke. I could feel the anger inside me growing. “Now that I remember the prick you were, you can leave and never fucking come back,” I said in a hushed voice, worried the clients would overhear me. Daimon narrowed his eyes and watched me carefully. His face wasn’t elated, but it was rather angry.
“Get out!” I hissed as I shook uncontrollably.
Daimon leisurely rose up from his seat and stood in front of me. He reached his hand up, but I pulled back. He stopped his hand and eyed me carefully, then he continued. He lightly touched my cheek, wiping off a tear I didn’t know had fallen. Daimon left without saying another word.
I hadn’t seen him since that day. I felt relief wash over me. I hated him and his arrogant ways.
At least my new job was easy for me. I took to it like fish to water and I'm not going to lie, I loved it. The only thing I hated though was the uniform Darren had me wear. All the girls had to wear it. It was a black short cocktail dress with high heels. Thank God, I kept up with my running so at least my legs looked good.
“Addie?” Jace, the young sexy blond bartender, called out to me. “Darren wants you at table four.”
“Okay.” I took my tray, pad, and headed there.
The song “Mellow” was playing from Tricky. I loved this song, it was sexy and cool. I couldn’t help but walk to the beat of it as I made my way to table four. The crowd cleared a little and I saw Darren as he waved me over. I waved back as I got closer, but my smile disappeared. Fucking Daimon was next to him with a few others. I rolled my eyes the moment he saw me.