The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter One-Hundred Thirty-One

Near the end of August, I was working a shift with Sam as usual. There wasn't that many customers today in the three hours I'd been here, we'd maybe served ten people. Typically, we did that in half an hour, less then on a fast day.

Walking across the store for the fifth time that shift I stood in the kitchen and stared at all the cleaned things that only got cleaned at the end of shift but it was the afternoon and apparently, they hadn't had any better luck then we were.

"Olivia, what are we supposed to do?" Sam asks since we had to go until four then were off.

"Stand around for an hour," I reply honestly which is only met by a sigh from Sam.

"Wait hold up," she says and I watch a black Miura SV pull sharply to the curb on the opposite side of the street and a man get out of the low shiny vehicle.

It looked recently cleaned and considering the fact that even the chrome rims shone in the light along with the silver painted side skirt told me that whoever this was cared for his cars and that he clearly drove them.

Seeing certain vehicles wasn't unheard of but this was a treat even if I didn't like most classics the one that I was looking at was well worth the admiration.

The man himself gave me a sense of intimidation, and power. The kind of person who was avoided at all costs, yet one who had so much that was hidden. A mystery and from my experience, mysterious dark men should be avoided.

The sunglasses cover his eyes.

The rest of his face wasn't much better it was bruised slightly. It made me wonder if he had gotten in a fight, but either way it made the way he'd pulled to the curb make all the more sense if that was the case.

I also couldn't recognize him at all because of the bruising which he seemed to be wearing almost like a badge. The thing was that even looking at him and trying to understand him just by looking at his appearance was impossible.

Opening the door, I had to guess that he was around six foot though he was wearing thick bottomed Adidas shoes that tied in well with the all-black outfit the guy in front of me wore. The only truly notable thing was that he looked like a controlled person whose veil had slipped. Like whatever perception he gave the world was different then the one he was about to give to all of us in here.

Stopping he waited in line on the spot that was given for customers to distance themselves accordingly, and still regardless of the display I'd just witnessed as a way of gaging his personality, yet he was being perfectly respectful to general rules of how people behaved when at a public restaurant or destination.

Walking to the cashier I stopped placing my hands on the counter palm down to lean against it.

"Hi, I can help you here," I say with a smile that I hoped didn't show how tired I was, and only showed the typical bubbly barista.

"Could I please have a venti caramel macchiato no foam," he says producing a silver card from his wallet that as he tapped it on the counter sounded metallic.

"Your total is three fifty," I say and he gives me a soft smile that his eyes that on a glance I determined to be grey portrayed further, then again, I could be wrong as I wasn't able to get a clearer look.

"Thank you," he says before slipping the card back into his wallet and walked slowly over to the side where he leaned against a table.

I then began going through the steps of making the coffee that he had asked for and the longer I looked at him the more I realized that he had to only be a year at most, older then me. He looked good too aside from the bruising on his face that kinda looked like something had hit him there especially based on the size of it, and the redness that surrounded it.

Once I was done making the drink I remembered I hadn't asked for a name like I was supposed to.

Damn it.

Walking over to the counter where he stood, I stopped, and pressed my palms into the edge of the counter.

"Hi," I say getting his attention and he looked up at me from his phone with a look of amusement.

"Forgot to ask me my name," he muses and there was a British undertone that I hadn't caught onto during his order.

"Umm... yeah," I exhale and he laughs softly.

"Leo," he replies smoothly, as if he'd ran over saying it in his head before pronouncing it. My first thought was that he was extremely well thought out like even as he spoke, he had thought about exactly what it sounded like and the words he'd chosen to use. Which was the only confirmation that he may have given me a different name but at the same time he just sounded like he wasn't asked his name often.

"Thank you," I say walking back over to his cup and writing Leo on the side of the paper cup along the bottom of the printed label.

I then found a lid and put it on securely along with a spill preventer before setting it on the counter for this dark-haired boy in front of me.

"You know it's unfair for you to know my name, and me not know yours," he says with a sly smile that reeked of casual confidence.

This boy was good too, he knew he was smart and I had a feeling that despite the bruise on his face he was good looking and had an alluring casualness to speaking. There was also something else but I couldn't quite put my finger on it, something about the smile and the eyes that made me feel like he was familiar.

It also made it impossible to not flush slightly and Sam wasn't helping as she smirked at me far along the counter where she was crouched redisplaying the baked goods.

"Olivia," I say pushing a strand of hair that had fallen forward back behind my ear.

"Well Olivia, thank you for the coffee, also little mild thing, not asking you to take my advice. You'd look good with your hair down, would fit your face shape cleaner then with most of it up in a bun," he says with a smirk, and lifts the cup from the pick-up area before leaving the café back towards his car.

And I had fucking butterflies, and the same urgent sense that he was familiar, leaving my frazzled brain to try and place exactly why with no success to speak of.

"Two things, one he was good looking even with that bruise, and two he was flirting with you," Sam says.

"Was not," I counter and she hums before we all hear the starting of the car and a moment later, he drives off.

"Mhm sure, and I definitely didn't see you blush," Sam teases.

"Shush," I shoot back and she laughs as she wipes off the display case.

Done chapter also thank you to @MalishaGuerrier for helping me pick a vehicle for Adrian in this update, comment, vote, and share. Anyways

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