Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Seventy-One

Part Seventy-One

"Beth, this is Luke. He will be working here for a little while he is on summer break. I trust you will help show him around," Ruth tells me, my eyes looking at the man in front of me. He clearly older than me, extremely tall and muscular.

"Of course." I can't seem to take my eyes off the guy, his jaw defined and black scruff along the perfect cheeks. He looks like a male model.

"Great! I have to take George for a check-up so please be on your best behavior."

I nod and gulp as Luke walks closer to me, taking my hand and kissing it, the same action happened last night with Niall.

"I'm Luke Reynolds. It is a pleasure to meet you," he says, his deep voice ringing through my ears. His lips leaving a soft kiss to my skin, his cold rough skin felt on my hand.

"B-Beth Jones. It's nice to meet you too," I stutter, his big blue eyes looking into mine.

"Are you in college too?" he asks, looking deeply at my face.

"I'm starting in the fall, but I'm 20. I just didn't have enough money for scho-" I stop, his hand placing on my cheek, his eyes looking down at me.

"Are you okay? Your cheek is purple," he asks, his eyes obviously noticing the bruise still passing on my cheek. I nod and he lets me go, my eyes wandering up the intense stature of the male form in front of me.

"What are you majoring in?" He questions, taking notice of the woman at the counter. He takes care of her as if he's been working here for years, my eyes watching him carefully.

"Uh, English Literature. What about you?"

"I'm back in school getting my masters in Business Management. I'm 25; I have to make a living as soon as I'm done. I have already search for jobs and Bolt Industries already has me lined up for CEO."

He grabs the change from the drawer and hands it to the lady, turning his attention back to me. My mind is shocked, a CEO at 25.

"Are your parents happy about your success?" I ask him, his arms flexing in anger.

"They kicked me out because they wanted me to be a professor, so no, they aren't happy."

My heart slumps in my chest watching him slam the register drawer closed. "I'm sorry Luke. I didn't mean to make you upset. I just, I think it's amazing that you are fulfilling your dreams."

He looks at me and I watch him slump his shoulders, looking almost relieved. He begins to walk closer to me, standing over me and looking down at me.

"It's nice to hear someone thinks I'm doing something right."

I smile up at him and he smiles down at me. His teeth are pristine, whitened like have never touched anything. I nod to him and I lead him into the backroom, grabbing the new order of books.

"Okay, we need to price these then shelve them."

He nods and begins unpacking. We work through multiple boxes of books all day, both of us shelving them and working the cash register.

"What do you do after school?" I ask him, his hand rubbing off dust on his shirt.

"Go to the gym or talk with my younger brother. He lives with my mom and needs an older man to talk to him. He's 15."

I smile, "That's nice of you."

"Thanks. What about you? What does Miss Beth Jones do with her time?"