Vivienne

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✧ Vivienne ✧

"No Tony I couldn't possibly," I look down at the man with furrowed brows.

"Come on Thompson, you're a regular and practically family. There's no way I'm letting you pay this time". Tony kept insisting that I shouldn't pay, I knew he had other customers and would be just fine if I didn't pay but I didn't like the feeling of having a debt over my head.

I never like to owe anyone anything.

I could tell he wasn't backing down. If I pay him, he would surely find a way to return it.

I cock my head to the side, popping a hi, "Fine," I huff and he smiles, "but only this time."

"That's what you think," he says nodding his head over to my car sitting in the corner. I roll my eyes walking across the garage.

I circle it, admiring the work that's been done. I just hope it runs as good as it looks. I hear an aggressive thump against the table next to me. My keys.

Turning around, I see what's his face scowling at me with his arms crossed. What's his problem? I look at my keys and back at him. God his arms are huge. This time he sports a black tank top, and his jeans hang low on his hips.

"And what are you so pouty about?" I aim for his ego once more. His jaw clenches.

"Oh nothing your highness, is something not to your liking?" He says softly. It's so strange, his voice is so soft, low and very erotic. But his words are sharp and deadly.

I frown at his words. I don't even know this guy and he's given me attitude.

"Again. What the fuck is your problem," I'm starting to get angry but I'm also majorly confused.

"You really are empty-headed aren't you Princess," He jabs. What the fuck. My short temper is growing even shorter as I can feel my cheeks heat up. Every time I get angry, I feel like Tinker bell with my red cheeks.

"Listen jackass," I step closer to him, "I don't know why you're having a fucking tantrum, but I don't plan to be your fucking mommy and take care of it." I see his tattooed arms flex as well as his jaw. He takes a step forward so I have to look up at him.

"I just don't appreciate spoiled princesses being given everything for not lifting finger." He lifts my chin so I'm looking his square in the eye and am incapable of moving my head. "When I do a job, I expect to get paid for it. But you're a spoiled little brat who apparently gets everything handed to them".

I wrench myself from his grasp taking a step back. That's what he's so pissy about. This is exactly why I hated having a dept.

"I tried to pay dumbass, and Tony refused, but if you want your money that badly, you'll have it on your desk by tomorrow. Okay, Princess?" I give him a little pat on the shoulder and walk right past him, getting into my car.

After pulling out and making it onto the road I start to think. How the fuck was I gonna pay 430 fucking dollars for my car? I worked in a fucking bookshop, so my salary wasn't exactly great. Even though my apartment was tiny, the rent I had to pay was more than two-thirds of my pay. And we can't forget about groceries can we.

I do some calculating in my head only to find I have about 20 dollars left to my name after I pay for the repairs that had to be done. After parking, I turn the ignition off.

"Fuck!" I scream. Fuck this car, fuck that guy, and fuck my life.

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"Here," I drop the envelope onto the desk, right onto whatever he's working on. He looks up at me first, then leans back in his chair. I don't wait for him to speak before I turn around. "Have a good day dick head."

"You too Princess," he says under his breath. I pause. This motherfucker. He just had to say something.

I walk right up to him. "Are you four?" I ask putting my hands on my hips. "I don't know why you're being a fuck-tard, or why you just assumed I'm an empty-headed spoiled Princess, but I assure you I am nothing of the sort. And just so you know, this quiet brooding attitude, isn't attractive," I'm a liar, "you've got your money so I suggest you back off and act your age."

I just know my cheeks are bright red at this point. Ugh, this man gets under my skin so easily. "We aren't in high school, bullying doesn't make you cool." The urge to break something is overwhelming me. I put my hands on the desk in front of him, "Have a good day shrivel dick." I smile at him and walk out.

Fuck that guy.