The Abductor Hotelier EBS 4 (UNEDITED)

Chapter 4: Exclusive Waiter

"Yes, I am your server. No, that doesn't mean you can be an asshole to me." - Unknown

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[Yvonne's POV]

"Now go get me my breakfast. Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, brown toast and bowl of fruits. Don't forget a glass of peach juice." he demanded coldly as he smirked triumphantly.

I wanted to wipe out the smirk on his face with my hand, but I need this job. Ella's next semester is coming up soon and I need to pay her tuition plus her books.

I turned on my heel with a heavy heart and before I could reach the door, he called out my name. I turned my head to his direction and waited for his next command, trying to hold my tongue before I could retort a nasty comment.

"Don't forget to get your food as well. You have to join me every meal, I forget to mention," he added smirking evilly.

I raise my eyebrow and opened my mouth to say something but was only cut off.

"Oh..., you have to wear something else- when you're attending me. Since, you're no ordinary waiter, I want you to wear something- Classy!" he snickered.

"I'll ask my secretary to help you, dress you properly." he stated casually, as if, he's talking to a client for a business matter.

I turned on my heel completely to face him with a defiant look. "And, what dress do you suggest me to wear, Mr. Pallos?" I asked biting my inner cheek to control the urge of saying something that I would regret later.

"Something proper." he added, looking at me smugly.

"So you're implying that I'm not wearing the proper clothes? If you don't recognized it, Sir, this is the uniform your company gave us to wear." I said acidly.

"Of course. I never forget that! he replied as he snickered. "As I have said, you're no ordinary waiter. You are my exclusive server." he replied with mischief.

"So, what do you suggest?" I asked holding back my temper.

"I want you to wear an office uniform. A pencil skirt probably ... with matching buttoned down shirt and- a heel?" he provoked, raising his eyebrow.

My face turned stony when I realized what he meant. "I'm just your server Mr. Pallos, not your mistress!" I replied tersely, with so much disapproval.

He grinned smugly. "Don't worry, you will never be my mistress!" he uttered confidently.

For some reason, I felt broken inside after he uttered those words. I bit back my tongue. I gave him my best impassive face and just nod.

He's not your dream guy Yvonne. You want a guy who is gentleman, sensitive and who will give you roses and chocolates everyday. Not the kind of Demetrio Pallos who thought girls are like business. Straight to the point! I kept reminding myself.

"What's your size?" he asked before I walked out the door completely.

"Four!" I replied tersely, then completely closes the door behind me without looking at him.

I headed back to the kitchen to get my boss' meal, and to end this morning misery from his hand.

[Demetrio's Pallos]

Yes, you're not going to be my mistress Yvonne, because I'm going to make you mine! I thought.

What am I thinking?

Am I really that desperate now?

"Gamó̱!" I hissed audibly. I walked back to the couch and was about to sit when my phone rang. I quickly pulled it out of my pocket and saw it was Nick calling.