One Night Stand with a Billionaire
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“Anyone in your table up for the running?” I asked seriously as I quickly glanced at his designated tables.
“Oh, I don’t know. I haven’t come across one yet. But I’ll get back to you on that,” he answered and turned to me with a wink.
“Good for you. I hope he would be the only one for the night. I’m pretty worn out,” I said with resigned disinterest.
“I’m all done,” Terry announced and turned towards me. “Do you want me to punch that in?” he offered with a smile.
“Sure. Thanks,” I replied, giving him the sheet with the orders. “While you’re at it, I’ll wait on some of your tables. You sure there are no assholes?” I asked as I slowly stepped away from him.
“None. Nada,” he smirked. “Oh, there are orders on the counter. Check if any of them are for my section,” he continued as he glanced behind me.
“Right. Roger that.” I headed towards the counter where loads of dishes were put on trays.
I checked if any of the orders were from my section or from Terry’s before I delivered them to their corresponding tables. When I was finished, I went to wait on the new customers seated in my section. As I headed back to the computer to punch in another order, I bumped into Terry again.
“Andy, table fifteen’s order is up,” Terry whispered while I punched in an order.
“Thanks for the heads up,” I replied with a soft smile.
I got the tray from the counter and carried it to its designated table. Table fifteen. The douchebag. I smiled as I placed his order in front of him, regretting that I did not spit on it when he rudely waved me away again. I saw Terry giving me a sympathetic smile as I walked away.
To be honest, this job sucks. But I’m only doing it for two reasons:
1.) I have bills to pay, which are sent to me almost nonstop.
2.) This was the only job that accepted me without any fuss.
It’s been a month since I got here, and I’ve applied for many jobs to get out of this hellhole. However, it’s not much of a hellish experience with Terry here.
“If you want, I could totally ask some guys to follow him outside and kick the living shit out of him,” Terry offered as I went back to the counter to place in other orders.
“Thanks for the offer, Terry. It sounds appealing, but I’ll pass. He’s not that bad,” I replied with a soft chuckle as I got the tray filled with plates – all orders from my section.
“Okay. But if you change your mind…” he offered, trailing off.
“You’ll be the first to know,” I called out in reply as I walked towards my section, balancing the tray in my hand.
After serving the customer’s meal, I saw Reyna, the maître d’, walk inside the restaurant with a beaming smile. She gestured a man to sit in the empty booth with a reserved sign, which was under my section.
I walked up to take his order after Reyna returned to her station by the front door. She was giving him sly glances on the way back, which made me raise my eyebrow in question. I was a few meters away from said customer when I almost stopped dead on my tracks.
I don’t want to exaggerate, but the man managed to capture every woman’s gaze in the vicinity. The women eyed him with this look that was almost primal in nature. The man was capital H O T. His blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and well-built arms, which slightly bulged in his slick black suit, made almost everyone stare at him and sigh.
But I’m not like everyone else. I wasn’t easily swayed by looks. This kind of man is what you typically call a playboy, with looks, and possibly a huge bank account, to boot. With my wit and confidence intact, I walked up to him with a fake smile and a welcoming vibe.
“Good evening, sir. Are you ready to order?” I asked as I took out the white pad paper from my apron.
While I was waiting for him to dictate his order, I noticed him make a short pause. I glanced at him out of curiosity since this rarely happens. The only times customers pause is when they aren’t ready to order (made obvious when they say “Uhmm” while reading the menu), or when they are listening to someone on the phone, both of which the man wasn’t doing. So you’d understand my surprise when he paused.
“Are you ready to order, sir?” I asked again while he kept on staring at me.
He finally snapped out of it and glanced down at the menu in front of him. “I’d like tonight’s special and my usual wine,” he replied in a deep, raspy voice with a slight British accent.
“And, what would your usual wine be, sir?” I asked nicely as I wrote his order down.
The man paused again, which made me look back at him in confusion. He looked shocked as he stared at me, his clear blue eyes wide. “You don’t know who I am?” he asked like it was an absurd thing that I didn’t recognize him.
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About the Author
"Write the kind of book you'd like to read."
For Ayla, everything started with that sentence. She wasn't always interested into writing, and her call was more on the side of drawing - especially in anime/manga style. As any other aspiring person interested into drawing that style, she had a dream of making her own anime and manga - where the first sparks of writing appeared. You need a good plot for a good drawing, after all.
But even then, she didn't think of writing. It all happened while she looked for reference material and stumbled upon wattpad - site where many great things began.
As someone who wasn't native English speaker, but loved it anyway, she found herself fascinated by the books written in English and it was then that she stumbled upon that fateful quote. So she decided to give it go.
Two years later after writing the first draft of "One Night Stand with Billionaire", she finally created the work she had in store, and now that she finally managed to get her first work published, she has no intention of ever stopping with writing.
Her real name is Andrijana, surname doesn't matter seeing as she might change it in near future. Her birthday is on April the 1st, 1998, and oddly enough, everyone thought that she was going to be a boy. It doesn't help that she acts like a tomboy from time to time.
Aside from ONSWB, she has few more books online that will hopefully become published in the near future and doesn't plan to stop just there. She has a lot of ideas that she'll eventually put down on the paper, but everything in its own time. For now, she only has a dream of going to Japan and travelling overseas in the future in order to meet all kinds of people and their cultures - she is a person rather thirsty of knowledge, and her goal is to know as much as possible about the world she lives in.
Also, her hobbies include sleeping, eating, drawing, watching anime, writing and playing "League of Legends". Contrast to her sister, she has no
singing abilities whatsoever. And although she is great at writing and describing what she wants - when it comes down to holding an actual conversation, she's as good as mute. If meet on street (she'll usually wear earphones), be considerate and talk louder seeing as she has hearing problems, which is one of the main points why she's bad at conversations - or buy food, for food she talks. :)