Never Ever Gonna Happen (Complete)

Chapter Five

For a brief second, Bernard couldn't speak as the intensity of the blonde head's actions began to sink then. Then, all of a sudden, he couldn't contain his anger anymore or the overwhelming urge to smash something as he began his slow movement towards the blonde who was now cowering under his glare. His fingers balled into a fist, his nails digging painful holes in his palms.

One night! It took this incompetent, lying, house sitter one night to ruin his life or what was left of it! He almost didn't think this day could get any worse with Darlene rejecting his proposal in London. Now this!

“Bernard...” Someone placed a calming hand on his shoulder; Amanda.

He glanced briefly at Amanda, a frown creasing his face.

“Perhaps we can talk things through.”

He clenched his teeth to keep from yelling. There was nothing to talk through!

“Get out!” He growled under his breath. “Right now!”

It didn't take the sitter another second to scramble out the front door.

“Bernard...”

He shook his head, turning to Amanda. “I won't deal with this right now.”

“What's done is done.”

“Not if I can help it!” He half yelled.

“So I take it things didn't go too well in London?” Amanda quirked a brow, her lips curving into a small smile.

Amanda always saw the bright side of thing. It was probably the reason the sophisticated, enthusiastic ginger haired female with glowing blue eyes, still worked as his publicist.

He shrugged, not wanting to talk about it.

“Did Darlene say why?” Her hand still rested atop his shoulder.

“Other than the fact that I'm a rude, egocentric, male chauvinist with absolutely intriguing talent and a flare for withholding my money from the poor...”

“That is absolutely ridiculous.” Amanda frowned.

“Then I come home to this bad news thanks to whoever that was!” He gestured towards the door. “Call the reporter.” He lifted his suitcase and began making his way up the stairs. “Someone has to end this madness. The sooner, the better.”

*

Her tendency to destroy things, however seemingly indestructible it was, always surprised Jeanie. It was the same tendency that made it impossible for her to hold down a job that involved being in a work place and dealing with professionals. It was the tendency that drove her to accept a job as a pizza delivery woman and a house sitter, if she was going to be able to afford to pay her bills.

Jeanie had been much more than thankful for the fact that Mr Moreau kicked her out of his apartment but what she hadn't seen coming was his calling her employers and reporting her insubordination. Unfortunately for her, Belle could be traced down to her and before she knew what was happening, she had lost her job with the house sitting company.

Which was the main reason she was standing here, before a senile old man who refused to take delivery of the pizza he ordered.

“Will you take it if I pay?” She asked, frustrated. Thirty minutes of standing before the old man and she was beginning to believe she was senile as well.

He shook his head, his eyes defiant. “I ordered cheese pizza and this is pepperoni. There's a difference and you young folks need to listen more carefully!” He folded his arms.

Jeanie wanted to yell in his face, tell him about the fact that pizza was the least of her problem! If she had the luxury of sitting home and complaining like a spoiled child, she wouldn't be here begging for him to take the delivery! Plus, she wasn't a young folk! She was a thirty year old, frustrated pizza delivery woman who was this close to menopause! Let's not even go into the social life aspect because that would depress her further and considering the fact that she found herself sitting before her computer for hours, crying and binge eating, she was certain she was beyond redemption!

Jeanie shrugged. It wasn't worth it! Life wasn't worth this much trouble and she'd rather move back in with her mother than continue to live a life she absolutely despised.

With a smile, she pulled open the pizza and smashed it in the old man's face. “There's your delivery sir.”

Not waiting another second, she turned around and walked away, pulling off her delivery cap and throwing it in the trash. She was done!

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