Rich Playboy Wild Passions

CLAIRE.

The old couple I served forty minutes ago smiled at me before leaving the restaurant and I smiled back. I waved cheerfully at them and glanced around the restaurant to check if the nice guy I'd served like an hour ago was still here,and sure he was still here but he didn't really take much of his food, as most of his attention was on his phone.

He has been coming here frequently and as luck would have it, I've been the one at his service most of the time. We've never had a real long conversation, I only smile at him(a smile he doesn't return) after exchanging brief pleasantries then I have the formal conversation I'm supposed to have with him afterwards.

He's obviously rich. I could see that from his attire,not always a business like attire, but come on,you know how much those shoes cost? Or his wrist watch? Or his phone? He looks simple and yet managed to show off some sophistication. He easily passed as the most handsome male here.

He looked up and our eyes met. Shit! He caught me staring, again. I smiled at him and waved,he didn't smile back as usual but at least I got a brief wave before he left. My eyes were glued to his back as he walked out smartly. Something I do all the time. There's nothing too special about him. He's tall, handsome and rich, those are things I've seen in a lot of guys, but I think my curious self just wanna know more about the guy who doesn't really smile.

There's a problem. How can I know more about him when all we do is exchange waves once in while and say a simple hi to each other,let's not forget he doesn't smile back at me.  He looks like a cool guy living a simple life anyways, but is that really the case?

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I typed away on my phone as I walked swiftly and exhaled. I don't want to be late to work today just the way I was late yesterday and the day before yesterday,the same thing is happening today again. My boss has been ranting and I've been doing what I'm not used to doing often,guess what that is? A

Giving apologies. Yeah, I apologise to her every damn time I get to work late.

She's gonna scream red liquids today just to scold me about my lateness and make screeching sounds strong enough to destroy my ears just to make her firing threats very solid.

I'm currently sending a text to my friend at work to cover up for me. I glanced up to flag down a cab but saw none passing by,they probably passed when my attention was on my phone. I glanced down back to my phone, expecting a reply from my friend,but none came.

I would've loved to give him a call,but he would not answer his calls because phone calls are prohibited during work hours. I sent him another text, hoping he'd check his phone this time around,then my head collided with something hard, something I immediately recognized as a guy's chest, I've had smashes on a lot and lot of guys solid chest than I can count.

In highschool,I was known as the girl who likes to kiss people's chest, especially guys' chest,and that happens because I don't always have my focus on where I'm heading to,it's either I'm typing away on my phone and nervously checking the time or I'm engrossed in a conversation with someone.

"Oh Fuck" I mumbled as my face met with the sturdy chest. I took two steps backwards and looked up at the guy.

He was really tall as I had to really look up to get a clear view of his face,then I realized he was someone I've seen before,he used to come to the restaurant I work in the past and then voom! He disappeared! I never saw him again since the last time I thought about the kind of life he has,if it's really the simple life everyone thinks it is, or another type of life entirely.

He exhaled as our eyes connected, but I couldn't see the usual slight friendliness in them. They were cold. Hard. Stony. I would've said a hi to him but his expression made me stop.

"Watch where you going, alright?" He said with a raspy voice and glanced at his phone.

I stood on the spot trying to understand what just happened.

Did we have issues in the past?

I looked at him again to meet his eyes just the way it used to sometimes ago, but this time,the coldness in his green eyes made the eye contact different from the one we had in the restaurant.

He walked past me without a word and left me standing speechlessly. I turned my body to stare at his back, temporarily forgetting my lateness to work. His manly figure was impressive but his character just now was nothing to write home about.