The Painting

Chapter 5

How the hell did I end up here? You know what? Fuck my life. All I wanted was some extra cash, and now I have to see that asshole’s face on my day off?? And why does he want me gone so badly? And he’s the owner? The owner of a luxury restaurant? He’s gotta be fucking kidding me! What the actual fuck?!

“Hey, do you know our boss personally?” one of my female coworkers asked me.

“Yeah, we’re classmates.”

“Classmates??? I thought he was older. He’s so hot; you’re so lucky.” If she thought he was hot, she could say that to his face and stop bothering me.

“Hey no chit chatting” I heard a voice sneaking up on me and I could feel his breath on my ears, wow goosebumps, FUCKING SAY WHATEVER YOU WANT BUT STAY AWAY FROM ME, I turned around and took a step back

“You know the concept of personal space??” I asked him,

“No, Why?” yup he’s fucking around again I can tell by the smirk on his face

“I’m not chit-chatting; she thinks you’re hot,” I said, throwing my coworker under the bus on her first day. Her mouth dropped open, and she was staring at me.

“Really?! Thank you, sweetheart, but my heart is already taken by this cute guy right here” he was standing right behind me so he bend and rested his face on my shoulders and said this unhinged shit with a straight face, My coworker—whose name I still didn’t know—was staring at him now, wide-eyed. Meanwhile, I was just staring blankly into space, unable to process whatever the fuck had just come out of his mouth. He stepped back, raising both hands in the air like he was surrendering. “Yo, I’m just joking! You two look pale for no reason.” And then walked off……. WALKED OFFFFFFF?????///?/?

“WOW bro if I was you, I would have fallen” she said with a pity expression on her face and walked off as well. WELL YAH NO SHIT.

It was almost 1 AM, and I knew I’d be overworked for the amount they were gonna pay me. But to my surprise, North was still hanging around. He didn’t have anything to do—just goofed off or stared at me. Finally, he seemed to be asleep, head down for the past 30 minutes. It was time to close up; almost everyone else had left, leaving just me to lock everything up. I had to wake this sleeping beauty and kick him out so I could finally go home.

I walked over to him. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep, with those long, pretty eyelashes and a perfectly sculpted nose. His hair was healthy, no surprise given he’s rich and probably takes good care of it—

“If you keep staring at me, I might actually fall,” he said, eyes still closed, startling me.

“If you’re awake, then get out. I have to lock up.”

“That’s my job. You can head home,” he said, finally opening his eyes and standing up, stretching his arms overhead. Then, he shoved his hands into his pockets, tilted his head, and started staring at me again. He was getting on my nerves.

“What??” I asked,

“What? I can’t look?” he replied, stepping closer and ruffling my hair with one of his hands. “Go home. You’re probably overworked, and you have to do this all again tomorrow.”

“And why do you care?” I said. Then I heard footsteps approaching, which put North on high alert.

Turning toward the sound of the footsteps, I said, “Sorry, but we’re closed. You’re welcome to come back tomorrow, sir.” But North grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him.

“I wasn’t informed you were coming here,” he said to the stranger now standing in front of us—a middle-aged man in an all-black suit, wearing sunglasses at night like a dumb ass. Next to him was a guy who looked like his sidekick or maybe a bodyguard. Hard to tell, both of them had the same dumb aura.

“Bold of you to assume you are important” he said with a smirk on his face,

“This is my place that you have stepped your dirty feet into you asshole” the guy North was threating looked like a murderer so I really want North to Shut the fuck up. The guy moved close to North slowly, with both hands in his pocket and said-

“The guy you are holding hands of is quite cute right?” he said looking dead into my eyes, What the fuck did I do?? God damn it.

“Leave him out of it; he’s just staff,” North replied with a even more piercing expression oh his face.

“A staff member you were giving head pats to? That’s cute,”

“I said stay the fuck out of it! Why the hell are you here?” North was clearly irritated at this point.

“I’m just a delivery guy, here to drop off something our boss asked me to give you.” He reached into his pocket and handed a USB drive to North. North snatched it from his hand and glared at him.

“Thanks for delivering this. Now you may fuck off,” North said with a smile.

The guy turned to me. “What’s your name, darling?”

“Night,” I replied without thinking.

“That’s a cute name,” he said, the guy’s creepy as fuck. And then he walked off

“You see how it is? The real owner, the Big Dog of the estate, is a corrupt asshole. You can quit while you still can,” North tried to reason with me.

“Then why are you working for him?” I asked him

“I have my reasons.”

“Then I have mine.”