Boundless Memories

Chapter 1

Psalmist

I awake to the sun shining through my bedroom blinds. It was another tiresome night last night. I'm a server at a small-town diner called Mom & Dad Steakhouse. I work all day; all night. I have no life outside of work. I'm no stranger to hard work. Although I had a full-ride scholarship to college, I still worked when I didn't have class. That was one of my downfalls--I worked entirely too much. My coworker, Ivy, tells me all the time that I need to let my hair down and have fun. I laugh at her. What's fun? I ask myself that all the time.

It wasn't until I met Damien that I started to realize that I wasn't living at all. He was older than I was, but that was okay. He also was a lot more outgoing. He was spontaneous. That's what sparked my curiosity when I met him. Ivy is dating his older brother, Kyle. Kyle came to pick her up from work one night, and he had Damien with him. When I saw him walk through that door, it was like the world stood still.

"Misty, are you okay?" Ivy asked me.

"Girl, who is that?" I asked her nodding my head in the direction of the door.

She followed my gesture and started laughing. "That's Kyle, my boyfriend. He was probably out with Damien all night, and that's why he brought him along."

"Who's Damien?"

"Damien is his baby brother. He's a cool guy, but don't waste your time. He's a male whore bag. He had a girlfriend, but he couldn't stay committed, and when she cheated on him, he broke up with her."

She was just divulging all his business. Even though she was telling me everything that was wrong with him, I had to admit, I was intrigued. It was something about his bad-boy appearance that had me wanting to get to know the guy behind this charade he puts on. It was so befitting that Rihanna's song What's My Name was playing over the Soundsystem. Kyle and Damien took a seat in my section.

"Go ahead girl," I said to Ivy. "You can get them."

"Mist, I make money off him on a regular. You go get that money. You need it."

Ivy tells me that I should change my appearance. I was often told growing up that I was drop-dead gorgeous. My paternal grandmother was Indian. My paternal grandfather was African American. From my grandmother, I inherited her light skin complexion. From my grandfather, I inherited my curly, but kinky hair. I had my grandfather's hazel eyes. I wasn't self-conscious or anything like that. I just didn't think I was as beautiful as everyone said I was. 

I walked over to the table to greet them. "Hey, gentlemen. How are y'all tonight?"

"What's up, shawty?" Ivy's boyfriend spoke.

"Wuss good, love?" Damien spoke. His voice was as smooth as velvet and as deep as the deep blue sea.

"I'm Psalmist. I'll be your server. What can I get you to drink?"

"I want a VIP," Kyle spoke.

"I'll have the same," Damien responded next. He would look me in my eyes and smile that sexy ass smile of his.

"Alright, then," I said tearing my eyes away from him. "I'll be back with your drinks." I walked away to fix their drinks. I was extremely flushed from the gaze Damien kept giving me. I quickly fixed their drinks and took them back to the table. "Are y'all ready to order?" I asked them.

"Yeah, love," Damien said. "Let me get the Porterhouse Steak, cooked medium with the steamed broccoli and loaded baked potato."

"No problem. And for you, sir?"