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?FAKING IT?
*He needs a wife and i need the money.*
“Hey. We meet again.” He said with a smirk on his face. Note; Stupid face.
All thanks…or no, all because of this jerk, i lost my only job. My only source of income. The only job that put food our table. Yeah, when i said ‘our,’ I meant, my siblings and i.
Only just one mistake. One mistake and this guy made my manager to fire me. Screw his handsome face. Wait, did i just say handsome? I mean, his stupid face.
“good for you. Can you excuse me now? I need to go for my job hunt, all thanks to a certain person i know who made me lose my job!” I almost yelled the last part. I tried to walk pas-shim but he caught me by my wrist and stopped me from moving.
“i have a business proposal for you, Miss_”
“you aren’t asking of my name, are you?” He shrugged. “whatever. What proposal are you talking about?”
“you need a job, right?”
“all because of you.” I retorted angrily.
He smir-ked again. “I’m going to pay you two million dollars if you accept to do the job.”
What? Two fu-cking million dollars? Holy shit! I can do a whole lot of things with that money.
“…and,” He continued. “after you are done with the job and you are being paid…I’m going to give you a great job.” He said.
He isn’t kidding, right? He meant every word he is saying, right?
“what business are we talking about?” I needed to know.
He cleared his throat and hesitate for a while. “Be my wife.”
I almost choked as soon as i heard that word. What? His wife? I should be his wife?
I started laughing. He is joking. He must be joking.
“you are joking, right?” He didn’t say anything as he kept staring at me. Wait, he isn’t joking. “you aren’t joking?”
“does it look like am joking?”
“wait, you want to marry me?”
“i have no choice. We need to get married for at least one year and then we divorce and go our separate ways.”
“but…why…why me?” I couldn’t help but ask. I was curious, okay?
He shrugged as he shove his hands in his pocket. “because you are jobless?” That sounded more like a question than an answer.
He was partially right. I was indeed jobless and needed a job like crazy. He was going to give me two million dollars if i become his wife. But hey, he needed a wife and i needed the money. * FAKING IT.*
What do you think about the story?
?FAKING IT?
?By authoress Pinky?
?Chapter One (1)?
Charlie’s pov
“Charlie, go over to table 7, they’ve being waiting for like forever. Hurry.” My manager said.
“yes sir.” My shift was already over but Doris, my co worker, hasn’t showed up yet.
Today has being a little stressful… wait, who was i kidding? It has being so stressful, unlike other days. My head aches and my wa-ist hurts. God, i might fu-cking faint if care isn’t taken.
I grabbed my notepad and pen and walked over to the table of young men seated. One of them was scrolling throu-ghhis phone while the other was staring at me as i approached.
”good day, I’m Charlie Parker and i will be your waitress for today. What may i offer you?” I said politely with a smile on my face.
The guy who has being staring at me smiled. “we’ve being waiting for about thirty minutes.” He said calmly.
“I’m really sorry for that.” I apologized.
“it’s fine. Anyway, black coffee is fine.” He said. I put that down and turned to the other guy, who hasn’t still spared me a glance.
“sir?” I called out but he didn’t answer me. Jeez, can this guy hurry up and answer. My wa-ist is fu-cking killing me, even my head is aching. It felt like someone was inside my head and the person was hammering a nail to it.
I need rest.
“what? you need rest? Is a waitress allowed to say that?” Wait, did i just say that out loud? Oops.
It was the guy who has being scrolling throu-ghhis phone that just spoke. What does he mean by that? Isn’t a waitress a human too? Of course we need rest, we are not some kind of robots or shit like that.
a-sshole.
“Excuse me?” Please tell me i didn’t just say that out loud. “did you just call me an a-sshole?” Yup, i did said it out loud.
“I’m sorry but i wasn’t referring to you.” I lied.
Please believe me. Please believe me. I kept on praying in my mind. He might let this slide but one thing was for sure, he wasn’t going to give me some tips. fu-ckthat thought.
He eyed me from head to toe in irritation. I could see it in his eyes, okay?
“Calm down, man. I’m sure she wasn’t talking to you.” The other guy said.
“definitely not.” I quickly added.
“Latte.” The a-sshole said before turning his attention to his phone screen.
“i will be right back.” I slowly walked over to the counter and handed the notepad to Sara, my co worker.
God, I’m going to die if i don’t take a break. Where the hell is Doris? Why does she have to come late at a time like this? Huh?
I leaned against the counter to support myself. My head was seriously ban-ging. My eyes started spinning and my vision started getting blurry.
I shook my head slightly so, i could get my vision back and stop the dizziness. I just need to serve those men and leave. I need to hold on and serve them first.
Sara returned with a tray which had one black coffee and Latte. I smiled before collecting it.
She stare at me. “are you okay? You don’t look so good.”
I sighed. “I’m…I’m fine. Thanks.” I turned from her and headed for the guys. Sara and i weren’t really friends but we were not enemies. We just respect each other’s space.
My vision was getting more blurry. My legs were moving on its own as it was pushing me towards the table 7.
I stopped walking and took in a de-ep breath.
You can do this, Charlie. Just serve them their drinks and leave. Easy peasy.
I finally got to the table 7. I successfully placed the black coffee in front of the calm guy. I could see his li-ps stretch out in a smile from my blurry state. I smiled back and turned the a-sshole.
I slowly lifted the latte, as i was about to place it down…it poured. It fu-cking poured on his pan-ts.
Shit! I’m doomed.
“Fuvk!” He hissed as he jumped off from his chair. “are you fuvking blind?!?” He yelled.
“I’m so sorry sir. I’m sorry.” I pleaded. My head was still ban-ging but i pushed the pain aside. I was at the verge of losing my job, what was worse than that?
“sorry? Are you fuvking kidding me? Take a look at my pan-ts, you’ve ruined it!” He screamed the last sentence.
“I’m sorry.” I pulled out a tissue and tried to wipe the stain away. Trust me, I’m crazy sometimes.
He pushed my hand carelessly and i stumbled and fell.
I hissed. My wa-ist hurts. I could feel the w-et ness on my face. I quickly stand up ignoring the pain.
I can’t lose this job. This was my only source of income. My siblings… i need to pay for their fees. I need to provide food on the table for them. This was the only job, providing for us. I can’t lose it.
“Man, calm down. It was just a mistake.” The nice guy said.
”what fu-cking mistake? First of all, she talked back at me, second of all, she called me an a-sshole and now, this. No, i can’t let it slide. Where is your manager?”
Wait, what? No, no, he can’t do this to me. He can’t.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I knelt down as i pleaded with him, crying.
“i said, WHERE THE FUVK IS YOUR MANAGER!”
Everyone were staring at the scene taking place. Mr Paul, my manager made his way to us.
“yes?”
“are you the manager?” Paul nods his head slowly.
“i need to you to fire this girl, right now and here.” TBC.