Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I squeezed his hard bicep. “I’ll be fine. A couple of weeks of making the money I am at the Morii, and we are out of here.”
He didn’t like that answer. I could tell by the scowl on his face.
“Let me give you money so you can leave today.”
I shook my head. “No. I’m not taking money from you.”
“This is not the time to be stubborn, Fawn. You need to get out of here. Out of fucking Florida.”
“You are overreacting. I have things to do before work. Get on your bike and go home. Don’t show up here again. I mean it.”
“Fuuuck,” he muttered. “Fine. I’ll go, but please listen to me about Garrett.”
I nodded. “I promise, I won’t go near him.”
That seemed to appease him. Thankfully.
Micah turned and headed for his bike, and I unlocked the camper and went inside. Glad for that to be over. If I was lucky, he would listen and not come back again. The next time, I might lose my shit, and I wasn’t one to do that often. I liked being happy.
Garrett’s arrival at Morii and request for me had not gone over well with Eliana. Leo taunting her about what she’d claimed Garrett said about me being a lie only fanned the flame. I would have gladly let her serve him. I didn’t need to be insulted tonight. Eliana made it her life’s mission to do that every chance she got.
Leo slid Garrett’s scotch over to me, and I put it on my tray.
Garrett had barely glanced at me when I went to ask what I could get for him. He was reading The Wall Street Journal. I had taken that as a blessing and gotten out of there as fast as I could. Hopefully, it would be the same when I delivered his drink.
On my way, Eliana stepped out of one of the semi-private areas. Those hateful eyes locked on me and the tray in my hand. If I wouldn’t get fired, I’d hand her the damn thing and tell her to do it herself. I didn’t want to.
“He’s tolerating you out of charity and because he always does this after I suck him off. He thinks he needs to distance us for a few days. This has nothing to do with him wanting you in there,” she said under her breath while holding a smile for anyone watching our interaction.
I opened my mouth to respond, Okay, when the tray in my hands was flipped up, and the scotch spilled all over the front of my dress, then trickled down my legs. I somehow managed to save the glass from falling to the floor by pressing it against my body with the tray.
“You need to be more careful, Fawn. Do you have any idea how expensive that scotch is? You’ll have to work a week to pay back what you just spilled.” She sighed, as if exasperated with me, then walked away. “I’ll go get Mr. Hughes a new drink. You need to clean yourself up and pray you aren’t fired again.”
I just stood there and watched her walk away. My stomach was in knots over the fact that I was going to have to pay for this drink. I fought back tears as I walked back over to the bar and placed the tray and now-empty glass down.
“She’s a fucking bitch,” Felix growled under his breath. “Go get changed. I’ll clean up the floor.”
“You’re not paying for that drink. I saw her do it,” Leo told me.
Yeah, well, that meant very little. Garrett protected Eliana. He didn’t protect me. I wasn’t going to be the one he sided with. I should just quit. Go find another job and get enough money to move us out of this city. The thought that I would be giving up bothered me though. I didn’t like bullies.
“Maybe I should wait until he fires me. No reason for me to go change dresses, then have to change again,” I replied. The defeated sound in my voice was hard to mask.
“Fuck that. If he fires you, I’m walking out too,” Leo stated.
I shook my head. “No, you’re not. This is a great job. I can find another one, and I’ll be fine.”
Felix tossed me a towel. “Dry off, then go get changed. You aren’t letting her have the upper hand.”
I took the towel and started to dry my legs.
When I straightened, Eliana was walking back with an empty tray, smirking. “Mr. Hughes would like to see you,” she said in a singsong voice.
I took a deep breath and handed the towel back to Felix.
“You got this,” Leo told me. “Just bat those eyes at him. He’s a man; it’ll work.”
I tried to smile, but I didn’t have it in me. The short walk back to him made my anxiety worse. Why was I letting him get to me? Why was I letting Eliana get to me? I didn’t have to stay here and take this. If he was mad, fine. They could take my first paycheck and all my tips. Surely, that would cover the cost of the scotch. I wasn’t sure how I would pay the electricity bill, but I’d figure it out.