-I don't own anything but the story-
26 year old Octavious Santerro thought he would never find love with his rough voice and his intense gaze.
21 year old Novalina Thomas never thought she would end up with a billionare.
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That was the time when his hazel eyes pierced mine. I knew who the man was but he sure as hell didn't know who I was, at least that's what I thought. His name was Octavious, or Mr. Santerro to me and of course him and his associate sat in my section of the club, Carpe Noctem. Walking over to the table that seated the two men, I fidgeted with the hem of the short tight black cocktail dress they made us wear as a uniform.
"Hi my name is Nova welcome to Carpe Noctem, ill be your waitress tonight." I smiled at them
"What can I start you off with?"
The one with the sandy blonde hair and brown eyes said
" A kiss would be nice, I'm Angelo, Angelo De Luca." He said slyly
A heated blush came over my cheeks; Mr. Santerro had a hard look on his face glaring at his friend. He looked up at me and gave me a small smile.
"Can I get two whiskey on the rocks please?"
Mr. Santerro asked rather politely, not letting Angelo tell me what he wanted.
" Coming up Mr. Santerro."
As soon as I turned to get their drinks and help some other customers a soft voice stopped me.
" Please, call me Octavious, Mr. Santerro is too formal."
He looked at me and I could have sworn there was this look in his eyes it wasn't anger or happiness it was lust.
I returned to their table with two glasses full of the brown liquor. The two were talking amongst each other, Angelo was leaning forward propped on his elbows, while Octavious leaned back in his chair listening intently to whatever Angelo was saying.
Octavious saw me from the corner of his eye and sat up straight while Angelo just looked at me and smirked slyly. I put the two drinks down and said:
" Anything else?"
" Your number babe." Angelo laughed
That was until Octavious kicked him in the shin under the table. Angelo scowled and muttered something incoherent under his breath.
"Say what time do you get off tonight?" Octavious asked
I stared at him with a shocked face; I mean the Octavious Santerro was asking me what time I got off work.
"I get off in an hour but I also have to close so."
I almost stuttered on my words still in shock in what was happening.
"Here's my phone number", he handed me a piece of paper, "Call me when your done I'll come pick you up."
"Ok thank you Mr. Santer-Ocatavious."
A deep chuckle came from his perfectly shaped lips as if god had made them himself. I quietly placed their drinks on the table putting the small piece of paper in the pocket of my apron.
