Deviance

Chapter 10

I am never going to get used to the scrap of material that Freddy calls a dress that the waiters at Pureza have to wear. It has been a week and I still feel naked every time I wear the damn thing! After I left Tiras' room, Freddy found me and told me about the promotion to the wait staff.
I pull the hem of the dress down to try and cover some of my ass which is practically hanging out before I head over to Tiras' table.

There has been a cold war waging between us ever since I left his room after accusing him of getting me promoted. We haven't spoken a single word even though he has been eating at the club and requesting me as his waiter every day. The small paper he wrote his order on that first morning was the only communication that has passed between us. And I honestly don't like it...
I might actually be fucking batshit crazy for saying this, but I prefer it when we are at each other's throats. Anything is better than his cold shoulder. Yet my pride won't allow me to be the first one to break the silence.
Did I feel guilty for calling him a liar? Yes. God yes! Especially when I saw the hurt in his eyes. But I also can't forget how fucking worthless he makes me feel whenever he leaves me naked and alone after fucking me senseless. The little fact that he isn't human, also keeps gnawing at the back of my mind.
Why does everything with him need to be so fucking complicated?
I place down his breakfast. An omelette with bacon, mushrooms and cheese. He might be an asshole, but at least he has good taste when it comes to food.
He doesn't look up at me as he pushes his empty mug towards me; he remains enthralled with the morning newspaper.
I wordlessly take the mug and go and get him a refill. I watch the dark liquid poor into the cup. He takes his coffee as black as his heart and soul. How fitting.
As I walk back to his table, I catch a glimpse of Tiffany in her cleaning uniform as she walks to the elevators. My heart aches. We haven't spoken either. I wouldn't know what to say...
She has made it clear that she doesn't want to talk about what is going on between her and Freddy. And I want to respect her decision, but I also can't just let this go. It isn't right.
So, I have refrained from saying anything at all. I don't want to upset her again. "Have you talked to her?"
A volcano of moths erupted in my stomach, trying to escape the fleshy prison. Finally hearing his deep voice is more soothing than it ought to be.
"Oh, so you are talking to me again?" I place his coffee in front of him.
"You are the one who didn't talk to me, baby."
"Fat chance! You were the one who was being all broody and silent. I was simply mimicking you."
"Fuck, I've missed bickering with you." He lets out a little chuckle that creates an ever-increasing ache between my thighs.
I'm not going to lie to myself, I've missed this too. Like I said, I might actually be fucking psychotic.
"To answer your question, no. I haven't talked to her. I honestly don't know what to say. And I don't think there is really anything I can do to help..."
I change the topic in order to not give him the satisfaction of knowing I actually enjoy his company, but I end up making myself feel worse than I already had. I feel so useless when it comes to Tiffany's situation.

"Start by just being there for her. That will be enough." He takes my hand and gives it a small squeeze of reassurance.
Fuck! Why does he have to be so sweet sometimes? It makes it really hard to hate him.
"Yeah, I guess you are right. You know, you should probably take your own advice though."
He lifts his dark brow. "What do you mean."
"You said just being there for someone is enough. You should try to do that when you take another poor, innocent girl's virginity. It seems like leaving girls naked and vulnerable in bathrooms after you've fucked them is your signature."
Sweet moment successfully ruined. I need to keep reminding myself who he really is and that these fantasies I concoct in my head about us ever having more than lust between us are just that – fantasies.
I rip my hand from his and walk off to go check on my other tables.
Everyone seems satisfied with my service and some guy who is on the city council and calls me 'princess' leaved a huge tip. Not too shabby, even if I have to say so myself.
"Auburn, table two." The hostess, Brandy calls to me as she brings me a menu.
I thank her and quickly make my way over to the table.
I smile curiously as I approach the table and find a woman sitting there alone.
"Good morning, Ma'am. My name is Auburn, and I will be your server today. Is there anything I can get you so long or do you still need a few minutes to decide?"
I smile at the gorgeous woman with hair on fire. She elegant and curvy in all of the right places. A little green monster rears its head, but I try to ignore him.
"Good morning, Auburn. I am actually ready to order. I will have the same as the tall man over there, please. His omelette looks divine." My eyes narrow.
How the fuck does this woman know my name? Why the fuck is she ordering the same thing as Tiras? And why the fuck does it bother me so much that she said please?
"How do you know my name?" I go straight into interrogation mode.
"Your name tag, sweety." She gives me an unsettling smile.
"Right, of course. Let me go put in your order."
I feel stupid for forgetting that I wear a fucking name tag, so I get away from that woman as quickly as humanly possible. I don't want to make an even bigger idiot of myself.
I give her order through to the kitchen and take her coffee to her. I then go stand by the bar area.
For my place perched against a stool, I have the perfect view of Tiras. I've been finding myself staring at him a lot lately. He perplexes me. He's a riddle that I can't seem to solve, and it fucking annoys and excites me at the same time.
Neither of us have brought up the fact that he has supernatural abilities yet. But how would a normal person bring that up? And I don't even know what the fuck to type into Google to try and research whatever he is. He could be a vampire, a werewolf, an alien, a fucking fallen angel for all I know!
"You are staring."
I jump when the redhead appears next to me. My face instantly turns the colour of her hair.
"No... I was simply checking that all of my tables were still fine." She doesn't know that she and Tiras are my only two tables. It is a slow morning.
"Sweety, the only thing that is 'fine' in this place is the man you were just staring at." She gives me a wink and a devilish smile.
"So, is he your boyfriend or just a fuckbuddy?"
Her question catches me off-guard, and my face turns an even deeper shade of scarlet.
"Fuckbuddy it is. I don't blame you though. Every single woman would want to get fucked by him. There is just something about him that awakens that most primal part of us."
She isn't wrong... but why the does she think she can talk to me about this? I really don't like this woman. I especially don't like the way she is eye-fucking Tiras!
"Actually, he is my boyfriend." I try to seem calm and collected. I am not sure if I am pulling it off though.
She smiles at me in a sympathetic way.
"Sweety, I hate to burst your bubble, but a man like him doesn't settle down. He probably doesn't eat at the same restaurant twice, if you get what I mean..."
Fuck this bitch! She doesn't know me, and she doesn't know Tiras!
I remember that he himself once said something similar about him not fucking a girl more than once, but why the hell does he still want me then? And we've fucked twice now – given that the second time he only used his magical fucking fingers. It still counts!
A strange sense of possessiveness overtakes me and propels me next actions. I'll show this whore who Tiras belongs to!
I march to his table with pure determination on my face.
"Is everything okay, my little deviant?" he asks as I near the table.
Before he can get another word out, I crash my lips to his and grab onto his broad shoulders to stabilise myself.
He doesn't hesitate in reciprocating my affection. His tongue is down my throat and his hand on my ass pulling, me into his lap.
After a few more seconds of sucking each other's faces off, I pull away from him to catch my breath.
"Everything will be okay, when you are inside of me again..." I whisper into his ear after I've gulped some much-needed oxygen.
I swear I feel him harden underneath me at my dirty words. A fire blazes in his eyes. Tiras pulls out his phone and quickly dials a number.

"Freddy, Auburn is taking the day off." He doesn't give Freddy any time to respond. He hangs up the phone and looks at me in a way that makes me feel like I am too close too a fire and I might get burned.
"You better have fucking meant what you just said, baby. I am about to pound you so hard; you'll remember it every time you move for days."
I gulp down the moths trying to escape through my throat.
"Take me to your bedroom." Is the only reply I can think to give.
I get off him. When he stands up, he takes my hand in his and leads the way out of the restaurant.
I do a quick survey of my surroundings, but the red vixen that started all of this is nowhere to be seen.
But I hope she got the message: He is FUCKING MINE.

A/N

Hello, my little deviants. Don't forget to vote and comment. Also, do you guys know that I can see the names of the reading lists you add this book to? Let's just say some of you chose some naughty reading list names and I am here for it.

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