Beverly Hills Brat

Chapter 9

I took a deep breath and hit send before I lost my nerve.

"Nate the waiter right? When did I say you could put your number in my phone?
-Rosie"

I tipped my head back as the last few drops of whiskey slid down my throat. The burn was starting to grow on me. It was a good kind of pain.

I closed my eyes as I tried to picture Nate. The only memories I had of him were associated with my humiliation.

From the failed attempt to make Ethan jealous, to the moment he tried helping me up when I passed out, everything about Nate spelled disaster. Sigh, but those brown eyes were the kindest I'd ever seen.

Bzzzzz....bzzzzz...

My eyes flew open at the sudden vibrations coming from my phone. I wiped my eyes sleepily and tried to focus on the bright screen.

To my surprise it was a text from Nate. I looked at my watch as I wondered what possible reason he had to be awake at 3am. Did his family empire also just crumble to pieces? Or was there some sort of emergency waiter convention that he had to attend? I laughed at my own joke as the full effect of the alcohol started to become clear.

"Rosie the brat right? I added my number to your phone when you fainted outside. I thought you may need help getting back home, seeing as you were all alone. But then you yelled at me and I didn't have time to delete myself from your contacts. So do me a favour and delete this number please. Take care Rosie.
- Nate, the guy who's more than just a waiter"

I was speechless. My cheeks began to flush with embarrassment as I re-read the text message. I wasn't used to anybody speaking to me like that. So brutally honestly, I mean. Everyone around me has always pandered to my emotions to keep me happy.  They didn't dare disagree with me because my parents paid their salaries, or because they wanted to be seen with me in order to climb the social ladder.

But Nate was different. He seemed unfazed by my wealth and status. Well, former wealth anyway. But still, he knew that I was Rosie Lockwood, the princess of Beverly Hills. And yet, he still gave me his honest opinion. I could end his entire career with one phonecall. Did he know that? Would he still speak to me like that if he knew that my name had power?

I was starting to grow angry. Perhaps it was the booze talking but I was determined to give this Nate guy a piece of my mind.

I kicked the empty vodka bottles to the side and began typing out the nastiest message I could come up with.

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