Unapologetic (Editing)

Chapter 2 - Keep Moving

A girl dreams about a bad boy who is gentle for her.

A boy wants a good girl-who is naughty only for him.

Chapter 2 - Keep Moving

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After my surprising, and unpleasant-encounter with the all powerful "Breeland Pierce" I was less then impressed and left with a bitter taste in my mouth.

I felt a pang of stupidity, and anger towards myself when I thought back to how I was rendered speechless at the sight of him. Not to mention how my heart rate increased with every damn step I took towards him. It was like I jumped into an empty abyss, called Pierce.

I must of replayed the encounter a million times in my head-while chopping carrots.

Breeland Pierce.

How could I forget?

His stage name is Pierce. The only reason I knew his real first name is because Marissa mentioned it to me once, while she was mindlessly blabbing on and on about celebrity gossip while I cooked.

His songs are constantly played on the radio, and his face plastered on every tabloid magazine in the check-out isle.

I had seen his face a million times and have I ever had this reaction.

I mean I always thought he was hot... and totally full of himself. He was hot and he knew it, that was his problem.

But it was another thing completely seeing him in person, there were really no words that did him justice. His delicate almost feminine features were a stark contrast to his hideous disposition. And I was now working for him. How the fuck did I not know that this was his place?

Wow.

I need to remember to thank Marissa my best friend-for getting me this job.

How did she forget to mention that I was going to be cooking for Breeland Pierce. Then again, I don't think her client ever mentioned what celebrity Mr. Louis cooked for.

Chef Louis put me to work right after I changed into my black chefs uniform.

Chef Louis or Chef as he liked to be-called and I were the only ones that worked mainly in the kitchen. He was there to great me when I first got off the elevator. He had already showed me around the gourmet kitchen and also where they kept extra supplies.

Maids came and went through out the day. The morning started out by me preparing anything the Chef asked me to. Then exactly ten minutes of starting my task Miss. Victoria Holden the "estate manger" would stop in and interrupt us to read over what meals were to be cooked and how.

This whole process was unnecessary, on account of Chef have a copy of for the meals for the day e-mailed to him by none other than-Mr. Pierce himself.

According to Miss. Holden, "Everything needs to be precise, and having it read over a second time is beneficial." She had red hair the was in a tight, neat bun-not a hair out of place, with razor sharp green eyes.

Her calculating eyes are always quick to find an imperfection in our uniform or in the kitchen. The Chef was already on edge when she slinked into the kitchen. There was a mixture of annoyance and maybe even a little attraction, but any trace disappeared from his chocolate brown eye's once she opened her thin lips. Miss. Holden had to be in her early thirties just like Chef Louis. She was pretty, but maybe if she let her hair down once in awhile then she wouldn't look so hard around the edges.

The tension was there between those two, I don't know why they just don't sleep together and get it over with. Didn't make much sense to me. Just like her provoking Chef Louis didn't. I mean he's a chef, that has pots, pans, and stake knives in his arsenal. I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that.