Her Billionaire. His Angel

Chapter 8

Natalia's POV

The waitress lead us to a white, extravagant door. Jeez, even the doors are fancy. She opened it up for us, and I was soon hit with a sudden cool breeze. As we walked outside, the woman had lead us to our table. The view was beautiful from here.

"Can I get you guys started with anything to drink?" She asked with a fake smile.

"Or would this hot piece of hunk like to come in the back with me?" She winked and looked at him suggestively. You know what's irritating?! Jackson was kind of enjoying it! He's seriously bipolar cause just a second ago he was threatening to fire her!

What kind of service is this?! What kind of waiter flirts with someone else's date IN FRONT OF THEIR FACE?! I slowly felt this weird burning pain growing in my chest. It sorta made me...angry?

"So, since we're just getting drinks for now, can you tell me what you guys are providing tonight? Besides dick and a headache?" I was beyond irritated and gave her a cold stare. From the corner of my eye, I saw one corner of Jackson's mouth go up. He was enjoying this.

I kicked him under the table, indicating him to shut up. The girl just gave me the nastiest look possible. "It's on the menu." She said with gritted teeth. I gave a fake innocent smile. "Great! I'll stick with a simple ice tea." She rolled her eyes but wrote it down. Then she turned to Jackson. "I'll have white wine." Jackson said with that stupid amused look on his face.

Unbelievable. He must enjoy seeing me struggle in life. I mentally face palmed myself. "I'll be back with your drinks." She gave Jackson a flirtatious look before walking away. I rolled my eyes.

"Wat een wanhopige koe." I muttered under my breath. "Wow, I didn't know you were the jealous type, beautiful." Jackson stated, flashing a smile. I could just tell that he wanted to laugh.

"I'm not jealous, so think again." Jackson gave me a knowingly look. "Don't flatter yourself, asshole." I barked and he chuckled. Okay, okay, I admit I got jealous but why inflate his ego? "By the way, what language was that?" He asked with curiosity. "Huh? Oh you mean--" He cut me off by nodding.

"My family is Dutch. We come from the Netherlands, so yes I speak fluent Dutch if that's what you're asking." Jackson smiles and says, "That's cool," he pauses, "So what exactly did you say about that waitress back there?" My eyes widen, my cheeks burning with a tint of pink across them.

Crappuccino cookies! I can't let him know what I said or else he would for sure know that I got jealous. Ugh, shoot me now. "Where did you and your family come from?" I ask in an overjoyed tone, trying to change the subject.

The waitress came to the table with our drinks in her left hand while a notepad in the other. I can't believe I'm saying this, but thank goodness she came. It would've been hella embarrassing to admit my jealousy to him. The day I swallow my pride to him is the day I give up Nutella stuffed pancakes for a whole year.

She sat both of our drinks on the table, still ignoring me and staring hungrily at Jackson. Does she ever quit?

"Are you ready to order? Do you need more time?" She specifically asked Jackson. However, Jackson's expression was blank. "Yes, we're ready to order." He replied, emphasizing the 'we're'. It's good to know he respects the appearance of his date rather than letting this so called "waitress" flirt with him again.