My Waitress (NOT EDITED)

Chapter 37

We drive out of the city and into a neighborhood I've never seen before. It's filled with a little more greenery. Instead of close cramped buildings, there are large luxurious mansions, each having a good distance from each other. I sit in the backseat still confused as hell about why we didn't stop at my home, why we passed it and kept going. But I don't show it. At least I don't think I did.

"You look confused." I lock eyes with my aunt. I guess I did show it. She eyes me with a disappointing frown. She still hasn't smiled at me. I'm waiting for that moment. "Did you not hear what I said? You're not living in that dump of an apartment anymore. My men have already moved all your possessions out of it and cleaned it as well. From here on out, you're staying with me. Is that clear? Do you want me to spell it out for you?"

Before I can even answer her, the car stops. The chauffeur and aunt Cherish immediately hop out, leaving me inside. I couldn't even answer her, I felt dumbfounded when she spoke to me like that. Especially when she looks just like my mother.

I look out the window and my eyes widen when I see a bunch of men in black suits standing outside the white sleek modern mansion. They all look tall, buff, and scary. They look even more intimidating with the shades they have on. Does she have to have all these men for herself?

I jump when the car door on my side opens. A guy in one of the black suits appears. He doesn't look like any of the other men, in fact, he looks young, around my age. He stares at me with big bright colorless gray eyes. His wavy chestnut hair is tied in a fluffy bun, leaving a few strands loose. Freckles are splattered around his face, mostly by his nose and cheeks. The more he stares at me, the more I keep eye contact. Seconds go by, feeling like minutes. I notice 3 silver piercings in his left ear, and two in his right one.

"How long are we planning to have this staring contest?" He breaks the silence between us. His voice catches me off-guard because of how deep and rich it sounds.

"Whenever you can stop staring." I shoot back. He keeps a plain face.

"No, you stop staring."

"No, you."

"You." I narrow my eyes at him while we continue to stare at each other. What is this dude's deal, and why is he just staring at me?

"SAM!" My aunt shouts. She stands with two of her intimidating bodyguards leaning on one leg with a hand on her hip. Mr. Freckled Hairbun over here, Sam apparently, snaps his neck in her direction the moment she called that name, letting me win the brief staring contest. "Why is it taking so long to take her out of the car? Is the girl that heavy?" Sam doesn't respond with words, but instead immediately unbuckles my seatbelt and quickly but carefully lifts me up from the seat, making no noise. I can tell he tries to be gentle with his grip.

"Don't mind me, Miss Nicole." He brings me closer to his body as he uses his side to close the door. My head leans on his shoulder. He smells clean... with a hint of cinnamon.

He lowers me in a wheelchair and positions me well in the seat. I look up and see the white modern home in view. A direct cut of an architect's build out of a magazine, perfectly geometrical in every way with a flat roof and windows for walls to take in as much natural light as needed. Sam pushes the wheelchair forward and we move closer to the beauty. There's a tiny bridge over a small pond we cross over to reach the tall black double doors. A key pad was next to the right door. I hear Sam dig into his pocket to grab a card. He grazes it up to the pad and a beeping sound immersed from the machine with a tiny green bulb turning on.

The double doors slowly open inward into a spacious living room of marble flooring. In the middle of the room lies a lush cream carpet with a big low black leather sectional sofa on top of it facing a big black screen tv on an oddly shaped stand. Connecting to the living room on the left side is a big kitchen. The theme is also black with black sleek wooden cabinets and counters. To the right of the living room is the marble staircase that leads up to the second floor which then disperses into hallways and doors. From the second floor you can look down to the first floor over glass railing. A bubbled glass chandelier dangles from the high ceiling. There's nothing out of place here. Everything looks like it gets polished three times per day. My aunt has been living like this while I've been in the city? What a luxury...