Billionaire Problems

Chapter 2: Mishaps

Victoria Amell

It was busy in Three Reyes as usual. I avoided the tables where I felt young and old men staring at me. I was in an unusually irky mood today and I didn't need anymore drunk men asking me to give them favors. I don't know why I was feeling like something unexpectedly bad was going to happen. I felt like everyone's eyes were focused on me as I walked from table to table. If you're thinking it's me being self conscious, well, it isn't. I'm confident and I really don't care what other people say about me. Half of the people in this restaurant know me as the girl who got pregnant at a young age. I'll admit that I didn't like what some of them said about me but it's life. What can ya' do right?

Clearing out a table and stacking the plates on my tray, I felt someone's eyes pinned on the back of my head. I looked over my shoulder to see my manager smirking at me. I gave a pointed look in response and he waved for me to follow him.

"Really Carlo?" I mouthed with an obvious annoyed look. I was busy here.

He nodded, crossing his bulky arms over his chest, "Really." he mouthed back and I groaned, placing the tray down on the empty table.

I raised up my index finger, "One minute." I mouthed before turning my attention to Ysidra Valentine, co-worker and my best friend ever since the freshman year of highschool. "Ysidra!" I called out, gaining some weird looks from the people nearby.

Ysidra looked over my way and zoomed past the waiters and waitresses, nearly making them drop the plates and foods in their trays. She came to a halt in front of me, panting like she just ran a marathon. Wiping the top of her forehead, she smiled and raised a perfect brow, "Yes chica?"

I smiled and fist bumped her, our usual greeting, "Hey Dora, um, Carlo wants to tell me something important and I need you to take over for now. Just only a few minutes. Please?"

She ran her fingers through her black side bangs, humming while pretending to think, "I dunno chica, I mean, you just called me Dora and that's pretty hurtful." she mumbled, putting both her hands on top of her heart to feign hurt.

I rolled my eyes and bumped my hips with hers, "Look, this week I'll invite you over my place while William will be at my parents house. We can drink till you pass out." I bribed her, winking with a sly smile on my face.

One thing is for sure, Ysidra LOVES to drink until she passes out. She could never refuse an offer like this.

"You know, why don't you talk to Carlo while I clean this mess up for you?" she offered, doing a small ballet spin before leaning in to my ear and whispering, "Don't make anymore mini yous." and with that, she took care of the mess.

I was left blushing profusely though.

Composing myself, I hurriedly snaked my way through the crowded restaurant, walking up the few steps leading to the reception area where there was a huge line.

"Hey Roberto... looking busy there." I said with a sympathetic smile as he frowned and let out a huge sigh.

"Ah, if it isn't Señorita Amell." he mumbled lazily with his, I have to admit, sexy Hispanic accent.

I smiled, admiring his dark tousled hair and his tan color, setting off his deep almost emerald golden eyes, "Well Señor Chavez, I'd love to stay and chat but it looks like you're very busy with all your fans." I motioned to the long line of couples. I almost burst in to fits of laughter as one of the married women winked at Roberto's way, making his skin flush red in embarrassment.

"Oh, if only you knew." he shook his head, giving me a shy smile.

I laughed softly, patting his shoulder before walking towards Carlo near his office door. He rolled his eyes, acting like an annoyed impatient child.