Love Without Tragedy | JB | a.u| BWWM | COMPLETE

Six.

Another day at work, this time for Mr Bieber. Honestly, after he made me smile yesterday at the coffee shop, heading up to his suite, I felt like a high school girl in anticipation to see her cute teacher.

'Cool it, Dileah. He's probably taken.' My inner voice said.

It was probably right: good looking, sharp fashion sense, he knew what he wanted, he was good with business... Why would he be single?

'Exactly. So stop fooling yourself about him and focus on your job before Randy catches on and rearranges your face.'

I nodded to myself and put my emotions aside and got my head in the right place: work.

I stepped out the elevator with my cleaning cart and headed to Mr Bieber's suite to begin my shift. I knocked on the door of the presidential suite and hoped Mr Bieber was awake. It was pretty early, but then he was a businessman and those types of people probably woke up when the sun rose.

The door swung open and Mr Bieber stood there in shorts, a white t-shirt and a towel hanging over his shoulders from his neck, his hair wet.

My lips parted as I looked at him, taking in all his beauty.

"Banks." He smiled at me, that amused smile. "You're early."

"Dileah." I told him. "And, as I like to remind you, I take my work seriously."

I inwardly rolled my eyes.

"So you say. Beautiful name, by the way." He kept smiling.

"Thank you."

'Don't you blush!' My inner voice said.

I cleared my throat and looked at Mr Bieber.

"Come inside." He walked into his suite and I followed him in.

I parked my cart at the door and pulled out a cloth and some spray to clean the wooden furniture.

I wasn't sure who was messier between Mr Bieber and Randy. This place was a pig sty. A creative, more formal pig sty because instead of beer cans and blunts, the floor was covered in papers.

"Oh, please leave those where they are." Mr Bieber found me sorting out his mess on the coffee table.

"Oh. I'm sorry." I said, leaving his creative mess alone.

"I noticed that you stacked them up last time and I appreciate it. Just... Not when I'm working on it." He said.

"Got it." I nodded once.

He nodded too.

"That being said, you sure you don't need the coffee table cleaned? I noticed a coffee stain on it."

He bit his lip for a moment then went to clean up his mess on the coffee table.

I got to cleaning the living room, Mr Bieber watching my every move.

So uncomfortable.

"What?" I snapped at him.

I didn't mean to. I just hated being watched. It made me feel little or like I didn't know what I was doing.

"How long have you been working here for?" Mr Bieber asked as he leaned against the couch.

"Seven years."

I started picking up the crumpled pieces of paper off the floor.

I thought he knew what a bin looked like.

"You've been a cleaner for seven years?"

"Is there a problem?" I looked at him.

"No. It's just... You're so young." He said. "You should be... Doing a proper job, you know?"

"A proper job?" I arched my eyebrow as I stopped what I was doing.

He closed his eyes for a moment.

"Sorry. I... You know what I mean."

"I don't." I crossed my arms.

"Maybe I shouldn't talk."

I shook my head.

"Yeah." I said.

Mr Bieber stared at me.

I got back to cleaning.

"I didn't mean to offend you--"

"I think you should also get back to work, Mr Bieber." I pointed his ringing cellphone.

He exhaled then went to take the call in another room.

I guess he wasn't so good with words, I thought. He couldn't pay someone to help him with that? I thought he was pretty nice yesterday. Now I thought he was a bit of an idiot. Maybe the suite did this to him because he was really kind at the coffee shop.

I vacuumed the suite as best as I could then I went to clean the bathroom.

Mr Bieber had just showered. The mirror was still steamed up, the floor slightly wet...

As I wiped down the mirror, I stared at my reflection.

I just wished these bruises would vanish. I just wanted to like my face without all the makeup.

Why was I thinking like this while at work?

'Smile, Dileah! You cried about this already before your shower this morning.' My inner voice said.

I inhaled and got my foundation out of the pocket of my apron and reapplied it.

"Dileah, I'm just gonna head out to the--"

I quickly put my makeup away and wiped the bathroom counter.

Mr Bieber walked in on me and he was confused as to what I was doing, shocked maybe.

He just stood at the door, saying nothing.

"Y-You're heading out to...?" I said, looking at him through the mirror.

"Coffee. Would you like some?" He said.

"No. Thank you." I said softly.

I didn't need him buying me coffee. It didn't feel fair to me. What was he getting out of buying me coffee anyway?

'He probably wants something from you.' My inner voice growled.

I frowned as I remembered my mom's words: no boy will ever be nice to you unless he wants something in return.

"You don't... Have to get me anything. Mr Bieber." I said as the silence in the room took over my head.

"I know. I just... It's just--"

"No. Thank you." I dismissed.

"Alright then. I left your tip on the coffee table." He said.

"Thank you."

He nodded once then left me alone.

I exhaled then got back to cleaning.

I was so embarrassed. I was just happy that he didn't see what I was covering up. I wouldn't have been able to explain anything to him if he knew.

Oh gosh, maybe he thought I was trying to look pretty for him!

I frowned and shook my head.

He was going to get the wrong idea and then Randy was going to find out then I was going to get killed...

'Breathe Dileah. Breathe.'

I got the painkillers that Ms Jones gave me out of my pocket and took them as my head started to hurt.

On my hands and knees, I got to cleaning the floor and the shower.

This was going to be a long shift.

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