"Mysterious." She smirks. "Now if that's all you need you may go." Riley goes to walk past me, but instead I grab her forearm, pulling her towards me as she gaps.
We both stand, neither of us moving. I still hold her with my hand. Our arms are brus...
I had asked Bell for the next two days off work so I could move the small amount of stuff that I own into the new apartment and go in search of all the necessities that it still needs.
It's small, but it's enough for what I need. There is not much to it, but it's a place to call my own.
Plus it gave me time to think and brood over everything that has happened in the last three weeks. My life turned upside down. But considering how things were before, I wouldn't change it for the world.
Reconnecting with Delilah has been heaven. She is the life preserver I didn't realize I needed. I have missed her like no other and I even managed to meet a few more people in the process. This fresh new start is exactly what my soul needed in order to flush out the bad.
My heart however, still feels heavy, as the life I left behind sits in the back of my mind. A constant reminder to me of the past and the wrongs that happened in it.
The only other thing that has been running through my mind on a constant loop is Declan. His kind nature towards me the other day is perplexing me. His rough exterior is a facade for the caring person he has shown me that lies underneath.
He is a puzzle to me and I can't quite figure out how the pieces fit together yet. He is dangerous, but alluring. It is obvious that there is more there to him than the eye can see, but the question is do I really want to find out? Or will that only cause me more trouble?
It's now the weekend again and I am not feeling like going to work. I have been able to avoid everyone all week, needing to recoup from everything, but I knew my isolation bubble would pop eventually, I can't stay hidden away forever.
Throwing on a black pencil skirt with black nylons underneath, I start to search my small wardrobe for a top. Pulling out a black turtleneck shirt, I throw that on and pull my hair up into a messy bun.
Completing my makeup and slipping my feet into a pair of black ankle boots, I make it into my car and head into work.
Coming in through the back, I say my hellos to the cooks and servers that I see along my way to the break room to put my stuff away. Once I finish, I make my way to the front of the house, sliding behind the bar.
I start my opening duties after I clock-in, I start by filling up the ice and cutting the limes and lemons. After finishing up the rest of my tasks the restaurant starts to fill up and I am busily filling orders for the next few hours.
After the ache in my feet starts, I get a tiny break as the orders stop coming in for a moment and no one sitting on the high tops seems to need anything else. Taking my time, I run my eyes through the restaurant taking in the surroundings.
Nothing catches my eye until they focus on a group of business in the back corner having a heated discussion. Looking through the faces I see no other than Mr. Bossman at the center of the argument. His attention is elsewhere as my eyes can't seem to stop looking him over.
Almost as if he can feel my eyes, his snap over to me and a sly smirk makes it's way on to his flawless appearance. I narrow my eyes and shake my head at him muttering, "Ass", just as Delilah comes over to me startling me and disrupting our eye contact.
"Hey, I am swamped with orders right now and the chef messed up one of the orders and now everything has to be remade. And did I mention that he felt the need to say I am stupid and he wants a new server?" Delilah huffs out as her cheeks inflame from frustration.
Turning towards her I put my hands on her shoulder in hopes of calming her down. "What do you need me to do?" I question back.
She lets out a sigh of relief and smiles back to me. "Do you see that group of businessmen in the back?" She points to the table n back, but I don't have to look to know who she is talking about.
"They are all having top shelf whiskey and they need some more." Nodding my head she kisses my cheek saying thank you as she runs off to the kitchen.
Taking a much needed deep breath, I grab the whiskey bottle, place it on a tray and head back to the table. Just don't fall on your face. My subconscious is really fucking helpful.
Cautiously walking over to the table, the men say nothing as they continue their conservation. I am appreciative, all I need to do is serve drinks and be done.
Their conversation is of no importance as it's all numbers and business lingo that flies over my head. Declan doesn't even acknowledge my existence as he seems to be deep in thought.
I am almost done serving the last drink as I notice the mans' hands come up. Before anyone can register what is happening. I set the whiskey bottle down with one hand and grab his wrist in the other.
The man falls speechless and he just looks at me. For fear of getting in trouble once more with my boss, I say nothing as I release his hand and look back to all the gentle men.
The mouths of the men seating in front of me are all open except for one. He just sits staring at me, but not angrily this time. Declan says nothing as he just continues his stare.
Giving him one last look I turn around and head back to the bar, tuning out whatever was said about me as I leave the table. Once I make my way back around the bar, I turn around to look at the table once more, but I am pleasantly shocked as I see two bodyguards escorting the man outside of the restaurant as Declan sends me a tight nod, then looking away once more.
About an hour later I am in the locker room taking my thirty minute break in peace while going on my phone as I hear the door open. Steps are heard as they get louder to me, my heart rate increases and fear consumes me.
Keeping my head down and faced towards my phone, shoes come into sight and the fear I was slowly being consumed with leaves me.
"Can I help you?" I try to seem disinterested as I stare at my phone, but all my attention is on him.
"I'm sorry."
"For?" I question back, not knowing what of the many things he could be referring to.
"For the gentlemen at the table."
Smiling to myself I reply. "I would hardly call him a gentleman." I glance up to Declan and see that he shares no humor in my words. "Why didn't you do anything?" I question standing up to face him.
"From the looks of it, you didn't need my help." He smirks while placing both of his hands in his pockets. Why was that so hot?
Taking a breath. "Damn right."
"And I am sorry about walking out on you last night."
I just shrug in response as I stare at my shoes.
His movements make me alert as I see a hand move out of his pocket. The sudden touch of his fingers under my chin set a fire to my skin. He brings my head up to gaze back at him.
A stern look on his face, he asks me in a serious tone that makes my knees go weak. "Who hurt you?" His question makes my emotions bubble up as I think about it.
I back my head away from his touch and mutter softly. "No one."
He takes a step back from me and lets out a disapproving noise. "I don't believe you love."
Picking my head back up, "Well then it's a good thing I don't care what you believe." I shrug. "Now if you will excuse my ass of a boss doesn't like it when I am fraternizing with men."
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