2 Insults at first glance

"Who the fuck parked their junk next to my damn car?!"

A deep male voice yelled out. New York! It was a fucking Monday for crying out loud! Couldn't they get their shits together? But no, they always have to cause drama, they probably feed on it.

"Ally!" My boss called out to me. "Ugh. I hate this place," I sighed, but I needed the money.

"I heard you clearly missy," He taunted.

"Whatever," I mumbled under my breath. "Coming!" I shouted loud enough to block his ears. I wish it did the trick.

It wasn't like I hated my boss, but he was an overbearing, disciplined man. My job at his diner was to wait tables not the other way round. Since I got a job at his place, he makes me clean the restrooms and the kitchen. I mean, who the hell does that? You got that right, my overbearing, gruff, old boss. Some days I wondered if he was specifically sent to this earth to torment little old me.

"Snap out of it missy!" He shouted, more like screamed. Trust me, a couple of saliva escaped, glad I could dodge in time. That man needed education on hygiene and etiquette.

"Go attend to Mr Reynolds, turns out some kind of loser parked their car right next to his. Not just that, they even had the audacity to scratch his car. Man, that person is so dead! He's fucking Reynolds for fuck sake, he could do anything and get away with it. There was a ti—"

"Mr what now?" I asked.

"Reynolds, Ally. You don't know him?" He asked, bewildered.

"Obviously." I muttered.

"Well, he just bought this building from Sir Philips. Technically, he's our landlord now."

"Great." I replied with lack of interest.

"Enough of the attitude missy. I can't believe you don't know who he is. Ally, are you even on this planet? You're really unbelievable dear, the Reynolds' controls more than half of New York. They are the ric-"

"Sir, about the help?" I hurriedly cut him off. Did I mention that he talks a lot? He could literally blabber around for two days straight, not kidding.

"Yes, about that. Now, go." He shooed me away like some kid who was begging for candy.

Annoying ass.

I went straight to the car park to attend to Mr Fucking Reynolds, and to my utter surprise, he was standing next to my car. More like fuming.

His back was in my view so I couldn't see his face but he sure got a fine ass and nice physique. His back side was delicious, my mouth watered.

So edible.

What the hell was wrong with me? I was fantasizing about some man I have never even met. I needed to seriously get a grip.

I cleared my throat. "Mr Campbell sent me to you sir. He told me you need help with something, I hope I can be of help." I said, counting my fingers to clear any form of nervousness.

"Get this junk out of my way." He fumed. Boy, was his voice sexy? Hell yeah, husky, deep baritone. Hmm, yummy.

Hold on a second, that was my baby. He fucking called my car a junk, nobody messes with my baby. There was no way in hell that I wasn't going to give him a piece of my mind, to think I had been lusting over his stupid ass. his stupid fine ass. Agh.

Jerk.

"Excuse me Mr Reynolds, just because you own an expensive car doesn't mean this Junk isn't a car. Their work is exactly the same and it is called driving, but you wouldn't understand that since you wear your ego like a second skin." I retorted back, just with equal venom. Egoistical bastard.

As if in a daze, he furiously spun around.

"Who. The. Fuck. Are. You. To. Tell. Me. What. To. Do? Do you know who I am little girl?"

"Little?" I scoffed. "You're probably older than me with a few years." I hissed out loud.

"You do know I could ruin your life right this moment, I could make your life a living hell in a matter of few seconds, with just a snap of my fingers. Nobody messes with me and gets away with it and you? Goddamn it, you're about to cross the line and trust me you'll get hurt. I'm Trevor Reynolds, owner of a multi billionaire company, heard that? I control billions!" He boasted.

Wow, he was a fucking billionaire, a fine one at that. His eyes were the colour of silver, piercing silver. Perfectly sculpted face, dark hair — he even got a swoosh that made him look like your typical bad boy and extremely edible with his golden tan, chiselled jaw, striking pose, hooked nose that seemed to have been broken a couple of times. That just added to his perfection. Hairy thick dark brows brought out his extremely captivating eyes with lashes long enough to make any girl jealous. He was absolutely worth a double take, I mean — I swooned, nope, I was fucking attracted to this arrogant jerk fuming right in front of me. Was he waiting for an answer? Because he sure didn't expect me to say "I'm sorry sir," because I wasn't.

"Mr Reynolds, do you mind talking it out like adults?" I decided to pull the goody two shoes card.

"What we are going to talk about is how you'll be paying me five thousand dollars for the little accident you caused Miss." He said in one breath.

If I had just done what he said, then he wouldn't have resorted to this. He would have let me off, I wouldn't have to pay a ridiculous amount for a scratch. If only I had shut my mouth.

Where was I supposed to get that kind of amount from? I was a broke ass with enough debts for a lifetime, working two dead end jobs to get by and this insanely rich, handsome man was asking for that huge amount of money from my penniless self. It was just a little scrape, and he was rich enough to do that himself. He was wealthy for crying out loud! Or was he also sent to make my life a living hell too, just like old Campbell?

"Sir, I don't have that kind of money. I'm a fucking waitress for goodness sake!" I exclaimed bitterly.

"Either that, or you work for me. Whichever one suits you," He handed me a business card. "That contains my office address and contacts, put a call through to me when you're ready to make a choice. Just two days Miss. Two days." He said, signalling me to get my baby away from his stupid car.

After I was done, he went straight to his car without even saying 'thank you', like, come on! He gave me one last glance before he entered his 2021 custom made Lamborghini and zoomed off, leaving me with dust and bitter thoughts.

Two days!

Five thousand bucks or work for him.

Stupid options.

Dang it! What the hell was I supposed do? By the way, whilst being shell shocked, I literally stood at the drive way for probably fifteen minutes until old Campbell came looking for me. Hunting for me.

I needed to think it through and digest. Nobody could give me a heart attack, not even some handsome hunk.

Okay, maybe Captain America.

~•♤•~

The night at Sippin' Strippin' was busy as usual, business was rosy and the crowd were bubbly. I started working at Sippin' Strippin' six months ago, trust me — it wasn't the most cracking job but the pay was great, at least it was better than Campbell's.

"Ally, some guys need you over there," John, the bartender said, pointing in the direction of a group of friends at the far end of the club. The secluded part. V.I.P.

"Sure thing handsome," I teasingly flirted with him, accepting the tray of drinks from his hands. His eyes twinkled in amusement, ignoring my flirtatious ass — it wasn't a new thing to him. Some days, he flirted back and other days, he ignored.

I hauled my ass over to my destination, noticing numerous glances from the horny dogs, it was just right though. Sippin' Strippin' was a stripper club, located at the heart of New York city. It was pretty much famous, in other words — a celebrity club. Exquisite. Professional.

When I joined months ago, the manager wanted me to join the pink pussies, the strippers. He was adamant about it, strongly disapproving my choice to be just a waitress, nothing more. In his words, I had a great body that would really benefit me, moreover, I used to be a gymnast in high-school.

I despised him at first, I thought he was an highly disturbed pervert who needed my body as a fix, but he never asked me out. He was respectable towards me and gradually, we became close.

One day, I finally girl-up and asked him why he was so persistent that I apply for a stripping job. In his defense, he said he read my file and he saw that I had a pile of medical bills to pay up, and stripping was a quick way to make money.

From there on, I regarded him as someone important, someone who deemed my problems as his, I regarded him as a brother, my brother.

"Howdy lass," An older man said, staring at me like a topping on his ice cream.

I groaned out, biting my lips tightly to avoid saying the wrong thing, "As much as I would have loved to chat with you, I need to bring these drinks to the V.I.P, excuse me good sir,"

I hurriedly took his leave before he could say anything.

"Eh . . . em," I cleared my throat. The three young men stared at me, seeming lost in their thought. Three minutes passed by and they were still staring.

"Excuse me," I said, tapping my fingers on the table loudly. This seemed to pull them out of their trance, the dark haired man amongst them scratched his scalp awkwardly, colour rose on his cheeks.

"Sorry . . . ?" He apologized,

"Ally," I replied. I picked up the first cocktail and handed it to him. He looked pleased, smiling like he had just won a lottery.

Boys.

"Why does Desmond gets to take the first drink?!" The blonde one and no doubt the youngest amongst them cried out.

"Uh, because he apologized." I retorted.

My statement appeared to have caught the attention of the last boy-group, he glared at me in anger, "What do you mean waitress? He spat out, venom hidden in the background — waiting for the right moment to prance out.

I ignored his question. I grabbed the next drink, I reached over to the blonde boy and dropped it on the table.

Noticing I deliberately ignored him, Mr brunette, a.k.a, third pretty boy cursed out, "Fuck you bitch!"

He really got a dirty mouth, with a dirty attitude to match.

"What the fu—"

"Freduardo, calm down. She's right," The only matured one in the group came to my rescue. I was literally closed to splashing Mr brunette's drink on his stupid, arrogant face.

His behaviour reminded me of a certain ego maniac I had met earlier, the only difference was that — the billionaire was a 100/10 and the brunette, 6/10.

"What now D? You're supporting the waitress, unbelievable man!" Mr brunette yelled out.

"Waitress, you do know I can get you fired, huh?" The childish blondie said, after being quiet for a long time.

His words sounded familiar, like I had heard something like that before but I decided not to strain my pretty brain.

"That's if you're the owner, which you aren't," I said, taking a pause, "Brunette, when you are ready to have your drink, you can pick it up yourself, by the way, you really need to wash your mouth, it stinks of your foulness. Now if you'll excuse me, I have other things to attend to." I knew what I said was rude but he was no saint either, infact, worse. To hell with 'customers are always right', because he was not even in the slightest bit, right.

Mr brunette stood up in a frenzy, blocking my way before I could dash out of the room, "Not so fast," He smirked, no doubt with hidden meaning.

"Wait, who are you? Care to tell me? If I want to leave, I will — now, get your ass out of my way," I whisper-yelled, careful not to attract an audience. That wouldn't be too good on my resumé.

I shoved him off and proceeded to leave his view. This angered him more and he pulled arm back.

He grasped my arm tightly, his fingers digging into my skin, "What's your deal man?!" I yelled, forgetting I had a reputation to uphold.

"Stop creating a scene," Desmond, the only sane man amongst them tried to caution the lunatic before me.

"This is none of your business D, it's between me and this ugly bitch, so stay out of it," He sneered at the poor man.

Ugly? as if. I chuckled.

"Frankenstein, who are you calling a bitch? If I was one then I'd have to look like your mama,"

"Did you just call my madré a bitch?" He roared at me, his body vibrating in anger.

I remained speechless, securing my smart mouth to stay silent. My silence infuriated him further, he withdrew his fingers from my skin, holding my wrist tightly with his other hand.

He raised his free hand, I watched as it inched closer to my face, expecting the painful sting. Suddenly, he was pulled back and I sighed in relief.

I shuddered at the thought that I almost got slapped by a man with serious anger issues. It was a narrow escape.

I moved my eyes to my saviour and I was stunned by the figure infront of me. You already guessed right, it was no other than Mr Trevor Reynolds.

His face was mirroring the same expression on my face. Shock. And something more in his eyes.

"What are you doing here, and why are you dressed like that?" He asked, gesturing at the two piece donning my body. The clothes weren't exactly goody two shoes-like, as expected, it was a flimsy, cropped polo shirt with extremely short, flared tennis skirt.

"Uhm— because I work here?"

"Is he your boyfriend?" He asked again, making emphasis on 'he'. Mr brunette looked uncomfortable and out of breath from the tight hold on him. The fingers wrapped around his neck would definitely leave the skin red, brutally red.

"Leave him alone, you're going to kill the man!" I yelled, the man was struggling against Mr Reynolds' tight grip, but he didn't yield, choking life out of the brunette.

"Who is he? Answer me, damn it!" He roared, I rushed towards his side, pulling his hand away from the brunette's neck, but Mr Reynolds' wasn't having any of it, it practically triggered him to choke the man harder.

"Stop it! Just stop it! If he was my boyfriend, he wouldn't dare to raise his hand on me, logic man!"

He breathed a relief sigh and released the man from his hold. Without dwelling further on what happened, the brunette scurried away leaving his friends to fend for themselves.

The other guys sat there, wide eyed, aware of everything but completely mute.

"Aren't you going to run after him, get out!" Mr Reynolds' yelled at the poor guys. Funny, I really liked Desmond, the only problem was the asshole company he called friends.

"That was rude!" I deadpanned immediately the guys left.

"I don't care, now, why were you arguing with him?" He questioned. I noticed he had changed into another business suit, same colour too, black and they fitted him perfectly as before.

He removed his jacket and rolled the sleeves of his crisp shirt. The silhouette of a man grabbed the jacket from him. Maybe a bodyguard.

"I'm waiting," He tsked.

"Last time I checked, you were not my father. Why are you here? Are you trailing me now?" I retorted.

He chuckled, "Trail you? Goodness, I'm a businessman. Why would I trail you when I can just have my men bring you to me. You think too highly of yourself Miss what again, Alessia?"

"You're one to talk, pot calling kettle black." I snapped at him.

"Your temper is amusing, here," He said, pulling me closer to his side. "Let's dance so you can let off some steam, it's not healthy Alessia." He breathed my name out. The faint smell of alcohol consumed my nostrils. This was why, he had been drinking.

"Okay." I replied before my brain could fathom.

His hand trailed to my waist, leaving tingles everywhere he touched. He grabbed my waist softly and we both swayed along to the music. His hypnotic silver orbs took all my sanity with them, entrancing me with their mysterious magic. His fingers lightly brushed the nape of my neck, he moved further, slightly grazing my nipples. He grabbed a cup in his hand and pinched the nipple. This was too much for me, all the nerves in my body came alive. Vividly, aware of my surroundings and the man in front of me, my sense decided to abandon me, I pushed my chest towards, yearning for his sweet torture. He took it as a sign of consent and withdrew his hand from my breast, I let out a cry of disappointment. He chuckled under his breath, trailing his fingers to the top of my skirt, before he could slip his hand into my skirt, I — I came.

Oh my God! What the fuck just happened?!

"Stop, we shouldn't be doing this. You'll get me fired!" I said agitatedly, after only recovering my senses from the climax. I couldn't believe I did that. He spun me around and breathed on my neck.

"It's my club and I won't fire you...," He whispered, I couldn't catch the last word he said before the music buried it but it sounded like unkept or not yet. But I brushed it off.

"Of course, it's your club," I said.

"You're not surprised?" He asked, pausing his steps, leaving me to completely stay still.

"Am I supposed to be?" I retorted back.

"I figured you'd leave when you learn your nemesis is your boss,"

I laughed out, "You're not my nemesis, I don't even know who you are!"

"Then let's dance to our heart's content," He breathed down my neck, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear.

That was no dance, that was pent up sexual exploration.

"You're drunk, I can't do this," I said briskly.

"Why?" He asked, staring at me with his alluring eyes. His eyes were the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, and no doubt, the most beautiful thing I liked besides his butt.

"It's risky," I replied. I wanted to say, you're risky, because he was.

"You're no fun Alessia," He mumbled.

"I'm just smart and cautious," I removed his hand that gripped my waist tightly and reluctant to let go.

"Thank you for saving me, but I could've done that myself,"

"But you didn't," He clicked his teeth.

"I was about to, but you jumped in out of the blue." I blatantly lied through my teeth.

His eyes flashed amusement, "It's fine Alessia,"

"Since I just discovered you are my boss, is it okay to call in sick?" I asked, daring him to say otherwise.

"Sure, especially with the stunt you pulled earlier, my driver can drop you." He joked. It was fun to see another side of him, but I knew it was the alcohol talking.

"No, thank you, you've done a lot already. I'll leave now."

Grateful he didn't notice my embarrassment.