The Devil's Slave

Chapter 3

I heard my alarm go off, shutting it down before Catty went all mad woman on me,i got up.

I had a quick shower and got ready in my mint sweater with high waisted jeans. I did a simple make up which consist of mascara, blush, some lipstick, and the most important thing my winged eyeliner.

I wonder if I'm the only one who thinks eyeliner is a crucial thing in make-up history.

I still have 1 hour to go, so i went to make some breakfast. I got my pancake mix ready and started flipping them. The aroma around was so pleasant.

The pancakes were ready it was nice round and fluffy just the way i like them. I made some coffee and poured myself a cup. Sipping onto my coffee, Cat woke up.

"Wow, what do we have here? Maybe I'm still dreaming." She said in complete shock as if she saw a miracle.

"Oh come on, Cat, from onwards i decide that im going to be more responsible."

"Well, you said last time."

I just stick my tongue out like a kid and start pouring lots of maple syrup on my pancakes, which was mouthwatering and could resist any longer.

Catty just shook her head , grabbed some coffee, and dug into her breakfast. Saying my goodbye, i head to work.

I was actually 15 minutes early, which was kind of record-breaking. Robert couldn't believe his eyes when he saw me in already.

I got myself pretty busy at work and gave my 100%, so all was going okay when suddenly Dean called me. I thought that i was in trouble, but it was worse,
"Look, Bella, the boss will be coming for dinner with a guest, so.." i stopped him mid sentance and replied,"You want me on my best behaviour and not to mess up things up. "

"I know, Dean, don't worry, i'll be on my best behaviour, i promise!".

When suddenly the doors open like in the movies when a royalty is about to get in, it feels the same. All the customers' eyes were on him, and people began to whisper. Dean and Robert went to welcome the boss, and Robert was like a puppy overly excited. It could see the imaginary tail wiggling while greeting the boss.

Smiling to myself, i shook my head and straight up my clothes and got my professional face on.

Honestly, i never met the boss, but i know his name is Mathias Devin. He enters gracefully with a woman who has got way too much plastic surgery.

Mr. Devin was around 6'5" he got piercing grey eyes just like the storm, which was kind of scary, and he had brown hair that was sleek gelled on one side pull at the back. He was wearing an Armani suit, which was no doubt an expensive suit. He was well built up. I could see his muscles ripped through his suit sleeves. He looked very elegant and clean. The way he moved around was just a pleasure to the eyes. He was quiet intimidating and got that dangerous dark aura around him that makes you want to runaway but at the same time the way he looks with his sharp jaw and very define nose you feel like running into him. Well, God surely took his time to make this one.

Grinning silly inside my brain.

"Enough of the ogling, Bella," i told myself.

My eyes shift on the plastic beside him. Her lips were plumped with way too much fillers, which I'm sure had reached the limit of bursting. She had dyed blond hair and brown eyes and was wearing a hot pink mini dress, which was 2 sizes smaller for her. Her twins were enormous, which was about to escape from her dress at any moment if she moved too much, and if she bent a little bit well, let's leave that to our imagination.

Robert direct them into the VIP corner, anytime we would know who will be Mr. Devin designated the server of the night.

Well, guess what? Robert, without hesitation, chose me.

I was freaking out my hand instantly, moving to my necklace, and playing with it as a reassurance to calm me a bit when I'm nervous. Dean calmed me down and told me that i had had a VIP service that a hundred times before, so there was nothing to freak out. Just to imagine that he was a regular customer.

I went to the restroom, washed my face, and quickly redo my makeup, put on my courageous face, murmured a small "you can do this Bella," and made my way to their table.

Fixing my apron, i faced them, and i slowly, in a calm voice, greeted them

"Good evening, sir, mam," with a little smile and nod of head.

"Welcome to the Royals. My name is Annabella, and i will be your server today, i hope the table is congenial."

Mr. Devin was busy on his phone and did not even bother to look up, and a plastic doll whose name was Emily gave me a sour look.

I added quickly, "What would like you start with?".

"I will take the Lamb Chops with the Cognac Dijon Cream Sauce and potato purée with a bottle of red wine" he replied in a deep voice which sound like there was no emotion while still focusing on his phone.

"That's an explendid choice, Sir, and how about you, mam?" i replied in my calm voice.

Emily, aka plastic doll, ordered a salad and "no dressing and fat free"

"Stop stealing the goat's food," i mentally said.

I was astonished at how stupid this fake Barbie doll be, a fat-free bowl of leaves. If she continues to order, I'm sure she asks for some fat-free, dairy free and gluten-free water.

Well, the boss had quite strange taste in women.

Writing their order, i gave it to the chefs telling them that it was for the boss.

Dean gave me a little pat of encouragement on my shoulder and told me i was doing great, and with that, my level of confidence increased.

Making my way to the cellar, i grabbed the best red wine and put it into a basket of ice.

I wrap the bottle in a white cloth, i pop open the bottle and start pouring into their glasses. Mr. Devin lift his eyes, which landed on my face and his eyes widden in shock, which instantly turned into red molten lava surely without any doubt indicating anger.

Well shit did i pour the wine in a wrong way or what, i muttered to myself.