The honeymoon (1)

"Ahh! This is so boring!" Nadia whined.

Nadia was a twenty-two years old female who accepted this job with the hope of meeting a handsome millionaire who would get her out of her student debt and treat her like a queen. Nadia dreamed of private jets, yachts, and exclusive parties. This was her backdoor entrance into that world.

Unfortunately, instead of seducing the next heir of an immense fortune, Nadia was sitting on a beach with a few other servers and wasting a perfectly fine morning. The guys were handsome, but none made a significant amount. She was pinning for the rich guests they would serve, and they had none at the time.

"Why can't you enjoy this? It's not every day we get this much free time," Gabriel said while adjusting himself in a lounging chair. The sun moved, and the umbrella didn't provide good shade. He didn't want to risk sunburns.