SEX GOD ✔

Chapter Twenty

It was midnight when things started to slow down at the restaurant.

Achilles had his sleeves rolled up high with his hands elbow deep in soap water. He couldn't remember the last he washed so many the dishes. He couldn't even remember washing his own dish since he mostly ate out. Only when he visited his home country, Greece, did he eat homemade meals. And even then, he wasn't allowed to wash his own plates and sliver ware. All under his maid's and mother's strict orders and he was too busy to protest.

The other young boy across from him was also washing dishes and sliver ware with the hot water before putting them in the cold water sink. Exactly what Achilles was doing.

Throughout the work, he had to admit it was quite relaxing. There was no tension in the air with any of the employees, even with him and they didn't know him. He turned to Marshal who gave him a friendly smile. Well, probably they all knew but just didn't care.

They bantered and joked, working with a smile and there was no doubt that it wasn't just the good food that brought people there. Achilles found that rather strange, especially in a workplace. He didn't work in an office all day since he owned a construction and real estate company which he liked to keep more than tabs on. But only then did he find much ease doing work. Not this much friendly ease which was puzzling in and out of itself.

He always enjoyed going out on construction sites, seeing fire sparks before his eyes as he worked building something that people would find a place of business or home. He also loved the thrill of tearing down old places, renovating them into something brand new and putting it up for sale. Most of his decisions were made from those outside jobs anyways. He liked not just being the head, but being apart of everything that built his company, right down to the toe nails.

Achilles finally finished washing all the dishes and putting them in the cooler water. He placed them in what he learned was a plate steamer. This all seemed excessive in cleaning plates to Achilles, but he wasn't really complaining. At least he knew that his utensils and plates would be clean when he ate there.

With that, Achilles turned to the kitchen and his eyes involuntarily searched for a familiar raven haired beauty.

His eyes then finally locked on her as she spoke to the woman he knew as Queens. He knew her first name was quite simple, but he just couldn't recall it. That always happened, but Achilles wasn't going to kill himself over it. At least he knew the woman's last name.

After wiping his hands on a dish towel, he threw it into the bin some guy was carrying to the laundromat in the same building. He then made his way over to Kaarina who seemed to sense his presence immediately as she turned to give him a dazzling smile.

How I wouldn't mind to see that smile everyday, he thought and then froze, puzzled at his thoughts. Everyday?

He shook his head to try and clear his mind. Kaarina only grinned at that before waving good-bye to Queens and some other workers.

"No night shift?" He asked, referring to the workers. She shook her head.

"Not yet," she replied and Achilles found himself wrapping his arms around her middle. He didn't even realize what he was doing until it happened. Talk about weird. The other thing that confused him was that Kaarina didn't even seem to mind. She just smiled up at him as if they did this sort of thing everyday.

And there was the word again. Everyday. It sounded so permanent and continuous. He didn't even know what Kaarina wanted with him. They haven't even given their relationship a name because Achilles knew that they were definitely not in the friend zone.